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 magic, mischief, and the sounds of battle.
This journal is a window into that fantasy world.
Inspired by the real Clash of Clans crew "holler goblins", just a bunch of folks slingin’ spells and strategizin’ raids, has grown into something more. A story. A lore. A full blown saga of goblin kin, mountain folk loyalty, cryptid cousins, and holler born chaos.
Here, Ma ain’t just a title. It’s a job. A rhythm. A wooden spoon tapped on the porch rail as kinfolk shuffle into battle, some prepared and some just prayin’. Pa’s got the strategy, Uncle Kinxy’s got the moonshine and a directive, and the rest of us? We’ve got work to do to win.
This is fiction, but it’s rooted in very real clan dynamics, a mix of real interactions and lots of creative license. Every raid, every blunder, every triumph, it’s all woven into tales of log rollers, hex jars, dragon fire, and the occasional woodshed walk.
So, if you’re into strategy, folklore, pixel warfare, or just need a good laugh with a bit of bite, pull up a stump.
This is our holler now.
We are building it from the dust.
And in these hills, we sharpen our teeth until it's time to come outta the mines… and into war.
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