[color=aba000] [center][h2]- Skubli - [/h2][/center][/color] 


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The first few days of existence were challenging. Skubli was by far the smallest Goblin in the cave, as it was called, and while all the over Goblish folk grew in strength and capabilities, Skubli was left small and neglected. 

Some Goblins practiced walking; others scoured the cave for materials. A few of Skubli's brethren even fashioned weapons for them selves, but the small goblin merely cowered in the corner and observed them.

During the first day, Skubli had managed to crawl away from the hoard of ugly green bodies to the deepest corner of the cave. Once there, a small tattered black mantle was discovered. The runt had donned the cloth and hid under it, blocking out of the the strange new world with familiar shadows.

A couple of exploring goblins had approached Skubli as he huddled in the corner, however they had either not noticed his presence or deemed him unnoteworthy and moved on.

It wasn't until the second day that Skubli was forced from his hideaway by an unavoidable enemy: [i]Hunger. [/i]

When the tiny goblin could no longer withstand the gouging fangs of the longing for food, he was forced to succumb to his desires and search for sustainance. The Grandfather Goblin had smiled warmly upon Skubli as his tiny, tormented frame had slowly dragged itself, drained of vitality, into the center of the cave. Skubli's nearby siblings gave him a glance or two, however none of them cared enough to approach him. Grandpa gently pushed forward a hunk of a strange substance Skubli hoped was edible towards the quivering frame underneath the black mantle. A small, clawed hand had reached out and drug the food underneath the mantle before noisily devouring the morsel with great delight. Grandpa and Skubli continued this routine two or three more times before the tiny goblin's hunger pains were sated and he returned to his corner, dragging along a small piece of food with him. 

After the third day when Grandpa announced that he would no longer be proving them food, Skubli forced himself from his corner. Without the source of food in the center of the room, Skubli would soon starve unless he found another form of sustanance.

The small creature hadn't spoken another word to the creatures in the cave. He had formed no friendships or allies of any kind. He was weak and without a weapon aside from his wicked claws.

Skubli crawled to the entrance of the cave as a trio of colorful-eyed goblins rushed off into the woods, hunting for food. Crouching near the cave's mouth, Skubli looked over his shoulder at the indistinct, shuffling forms of this brethren. Skubli opened his mouth to speak to the nearest Goblin, however his voice failed him and all that emerged was a small, quivering wail.

Skubli immediately shrank back from the other Goblins and cast his gaze back out into the world of light. There were so many potentials, and that scared him. He had no one to defend him or fight for him, and he was too small to do it for himself. 

Skubli faced the fear that he might die before he ever left the cave.