Vagabonds Chapter 9
Added 2022-08-28 13:00:06 +0000 UTCSo here we are on chapter 9, which delves more into Mitzi’s backstory, her uncle Gob, and how goblins work.
In no particular order, let’s talk about goblins. Ever since I was a kid, I knew that goblins were a thing. It’s a fantasy name thrown around a lot. But it wasn’t until I started playing World of Warcraft that I developed a societal view of how I see goblins: Greedy tinkerers with a New York/New Jersey accent (I haven’t been to either enough to specify).
So, naturally, a lot of the goblins I create end up falling under this process. Both in how that society has raised them, and how they deviate from their own norms (because we all deviate from social norms one way or another). Gob is a character I’ve recycled from older works. In his original incarnation, he was in charge of a general store within a secret organization base that dealt with creatures of myth and legend. He also wore a tank-top, short shorts (that worked as regular shorts for him) and had a pretzel stick hanging out of his mouth like a cigar.
My highschool writing class loved him despite having only five pages of appearances and less than one page of full dialogue. So I end up bringing him back a lot, which makes him weird because his name is Gob and he’s a goblin. That’s like naming a human Hum. But I digress.
Mitzi’s backstory showcases more of goblin culture, which Gel bluntly points out his basically familial slavery. I figure if you’re gonna be cheap, hire your family to work under you until they get sick of it to go out on their own, and have a lot of family. It’s deeply engrained in goblin culture so Mitzi striking out on her own is expected. What isn’t is that Mitzi doesn’t have a real business plan. It’s touched more later by her uncle, but Mitzi is jumping the gun in her steps to get out.
Finally I wanna talk about the science fiction elements I decided to tackle or at least use. Given how much of a trash heap the Tolk is, making it’s shuttle ship just a repurposed escape pod sounded like a good idea at the time. I, sadly, am bad at thinking up designs, hence the flying brick.
