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 Eight: Whispers By The Fire in Holler Goblins
(A fireside retelling by the goblin cousins) The fire popped and cracked, sending sparks up into the mist thick holler sky. The goblin cousins sat in a loose circle, backs against log stumps, ...
Chapter Seven: War in the Holler in Holler Goblins
War in the Holler The holler has always been a place of peace, until it isn’t. Sure, it’s calm enough if you don’t mind the odd hog gone missing, a moon-pie heist, or Cousin Mo swapping your po...
Chapter Six: Watcher of the Woodshed: The Legend of Bacon in Holler Goblins
There ain’t a soul in the holler who remembers exactly where Bacon came from. Not in a way that makes sense, anyway. Ma claims she found him rootin’ behind the woodshed one autumn morning, half...
Chapter Five: The Goblin Cousins in Holler Goblins
The goblin crew were often referred to affectionately as ‘cousins.’ Loud, messy, brilliant in their own wrong ways. Some with the sharpest funneling instincts this side of the mines, others who ...
Chapter Four: Uncle Kinxy in Holler Goblins
Nobody really knows how Uncle Kinxy made his way to the clan. When he showed up at the edge of the holler with a busted cart filled with makeshift distillery equipment, a jug of shine strong e...
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...
