“We should take up the
Mage’s contract and the Blacksmith’s be daMMNGH…” Whatever else the opposing
Foreman had to say quickly became a muffled mix of curses and cries of pain as
he disappeared beneath a flurry of blows. His violent work done, Garkk
separated himself from the tangled mess and hopped upon his chair, bellowing
across the Assembly Hall.
“The Mages shorted our
members from our last contractual agreement. Besides, if we favor the
Blacksmiths and support their claim upon the downtown warehouses, we pit the
two against one another! They would enter into a bidding war with us the
benefactors!” Roars of support were soon followed by heated argument and more
than a few fists were thrown. Garkk nodded to himself in satisfaction. He had
spoken clearly and his influence among the Assembly was growing. The goblin
looked across the Hall to the Grand Foreman, his greedy eye falling upon the
Gavel. It would be his. With every meeting and gathering of the Assembly, Garkk
was making himself heard and gaining support from among the other guilds. It
was only a matter of time.
Every goblin faces the realization of their limited lifespan
and the need to either live a meaningful life or to die a glorious death. A
young goblin called simply “Garkk” determined that his was a life meant for
more than the sweet enticements of battle and the call of a bloody and
magnificent death. Garkk was set upon becoming a someone, a person of influence
who would be remembered for more than their grisly and blood soaked end.
After taking the Goblinmark, Garkk threw himself into his
work as a laborer and as a fighter. His talent as a fist fighter shined and he
was taken under the wing of the Kindred Monks. Through their extensive training
he learned to master “The Haze”, the fury fueled focus of their order. However,
despite his life among his brethren and the influence of the Kindred whole, Garkk grew dissatisfied with just how far he could rise
among his peers. With every passing day he grew convinced he needed to depart
Kindred lands and pursue his desire among a different culture, one wherein he
could climb higher than any among his Kinsmen.
Nonetheless validated among his people and considered one of
high standing, Garkk left the pits of the Kindred and found his way to Hub.
From there the young goblin wasted no time in joining up with one of the lesser
of the Workmen’s Guilds, his fervor and determination as a laborer allowing him
to rise quickly through the ranks of the guild. The Goblinmark inspired Garkk
to further the interests of the guild and to keep them free of any outside
manipulation. This also led Garkk to spend more than his share of time serving
on the Brute Squads, readily enforcing the tenacious authority of the Guild.
Within the short span of a decade, Garkk was elected by his guild to act as
Foreman.
Though considered to be a bit volatile, Garkk has proven
himself to be effective among the Grand Assembly with both voice and fist.
Garkk has cast himself among the Assembly as one who holds the needs and best
interests of the Workmen’s Guild most dear, acting as advocate of the Guild’s
authority and their aspiration to hold the respect of the other Guilds. It is
among The Rabble that Garkk finally saw his path made clear. Setting his sights
upon the Illustrious Gavel of the Assembly, Garkk would fight and bellow and
draw the support from the other guilds until his vision was realized and the
title of Grand Foreman his. Garkk fervently seeks to make the position more
than it is and feels that he alone can fulfill such a role.
Garkk’s end lay not at the edge of a blade but in the
memories of all the Guilds and the entirety of Desylinn as the one who had
united the Workmen’s Guild, bringing meaning and respect to the title of Grand
Foreman.
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