[center][color=aqua][h1]Goblin Grit[/h1]
[h3]Day 1
First Light[/h3][/color][/center]

Darkness, inescapable, all encompassing darkness. Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to feel.. Until he started feeling something, started breathing. He? Yes, that sounded right for him. It fit. Sounds, now he could hear things, breathing, crying, his own mouth opening to let out a cry of its own.

Then there was a voice, old and raspy, and he opened his eyes to see an old goblin, yes... he was a goblin too, they all were. While he tried to think more, he couldn't, his eyes slowly fighting to close as it went dark again.

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[center][color=aqua][h3]Day 3
Awakening[/h3][/color][/center]

Once again he woke, but this time alone, aware, alert, looking around at the cave as he took it in. The others had already left, left the cave, to go where it smelled different. Slowly he stood, taking his first steps. His walk was cautious and unsteady at first, but it quickly grew easy for him. Him... Who was he? He was a goblin, he knew that, but [i]who[/i] was he?

Another look around the cave and he spotted the old goblin from... how long ago? He didn't know, but he felt he could trust him. With no one else around that he could see, and nothing to do, he made wads the old goblin and the caves entrance.