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Tundra Goblin Chieftain
Giant amongst the small, the beady eye glares out from below. A mass of scars crisscross across the body. Having lived a long life amongst the hell of pressed bodies, screeches and screams. Having killed, back stabbed, betrayed and become the worst of the worst.
Over the years you have collected and stolen as much scrap armour as possible. Somehow, someway a god of luck or ill fortune has blessed you with a magical weapon.
You have made your way to the top of the Tundra goblin totem pole, the worst in the territory. The nastiest, evilest little bastard to exist within these parts.
The cream of the crop, the worst goblin.
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