Ma Goblin
Tucked deep in the Appalachian hills, where fog keeps secrets and trees whisper old tales, lies a holler buzzing with magic, mischief, and battle cries. This journal opens a window into that world, born from a real Clash of Clans crew (holler goblins), now a full-blown saga of goblin kin, cryptid cousins, and holler born chaos. Ma keeps the rhythm, Pa’s got the strategy, and Uncle Kinxy’s jug never runs dry. The rest of us? We’re fightin’, buildin’, and tellin’ tales. Come find us!
“Family” in the holler doesn’t follow blood; it follows who shows up for war and hauls loot without crying.
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Chapter Three: Pa in Holler Goblins
Pa didn’t say much if it wasn’t needed. He wasn’t one for rambling or fussing. But when he did speak, his words hit like a well-placed strike. Solid, brief, and impossible to ignore. In the ho...
Chapter Two: Ma of the Holler in Holler Goblins
They called her Ma, and it wasn’t just a title; it was a role, a rhythm, and a weight she carried every day in the holler. Ma Goblin was mostly gentle, but not soft. Her wooden spoon tapped ou...
Chapter 1: Ma and Pa Goblin didn’t set out to take in and lead a clan. It was just something that kinda fell into place on its own. They attempted to build something solid, and one by one, th...
A Note From Ma in Holler Goblins
A Note From Ma Somewhere deep in the folds of the Appalachian hills, where the fog clings like secrets and the trees remember things you’d swear no one told them, a little holler hums with m...
