The Storyteller sucked his teeth and made a dismissive gesture. He has been interrupted in the midst of a story by an unruly patron who did not like his tale. Perhaps the patron had one to many drinks, or just was an outspoken individual, either way it definitely spoiled the story.

"I can understand why you feel this way, but I promise you the universe is a vast place." His eyes focusing on patron. "I also know you have not left this town in over twenty years. What do you know of this world, let alone what lies beyond the portals?"

The man frowned and began to argue back but was booed by the adventurers near him and even one of his friends tried to grab him and pull him away. Once the man was out of the Stone Rose Tavern the Storyteller leaned back in his seat. Looking around at all the eyes upon him, He glanced at the Barkeep who just shrugged his shoulders.

"I think I have spoiled you all with too many stories pertaining to humans, elves, and dwarves." He grinned. "Perhaps it is time I regale you with some of the tales from my homeland. Most of you know I am not from Urth. I have been through so many worlds because of my travels in the Pathworks. I am reminded of a friend of mine...."

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Goblins in most worlds are an annoyance at best. Sometimes they can be a dire threat if left unchecked. There was such a goblin raiding party that had been ravaging orc towns that surrounded their woods, but the woods were vast, and it easily allowed the goblins an escape anytime adventurers tried to cull their numbers. They had a burrow that they lived in, and a young goblin was born. He was a totally unremarkable specimen. Average in height, build, intelligence, and strength nothing that would make him stand out. 

One day this young goblin wandered away from the burrow and fell into a pit. When his body hit the ground, it gave way dropping him even further into the ground. The small goblin found himself surrounded by faintly glowing crystal gems. He gazed with wonder upon the glittering stones. Dragging his fingers across them, feeling them to somehow be cool and yet warm at the same time. The little goblin wandered around for a long time in that cavern completely unaware of all the mana that was saturating the air and himself.

Moments turned to hours, and hours into days, and days into weeks. The little goblin explored and didn't starve to death shockingly. Its body became much stronger, and it was even beginning to sport black stubble upon its head. The little goblin was evolving in this mana rich environment. As it became smarter it finally climbed out of the hole it found itself in. The other goblins noticed him when he returned and how he looked. How he seemed slightly bulkier than them and the sudden appearance of hair, something that was usually only common in goblin females. The little goblin would be amongst his own kind when the warriors were out and when he could hear them coming, he'd leave for his crystal cavern. 

As he grew smarter, he began to sneak other small goblins out with him, and they likewise began to change. After this occurred for the better part of a year. The now not so young goblin and his crew ambushed the warriors with clubs and daggers that they had taken from their own nest and overthrew the current order in the goblin burrow. He had begun to see the writing on the wall that in time the orcish adventurers would find their home and they were in dire need of a change. The evolved goblins took everyone from the burrow and moved the entire clan into the crystal caverns.

Where they grew secluded from the world, The goblin who had stumbled upon this discovery and led his clan into a new era called himself Huron. As the years passed Huron and his fellow goblins began to mine and each goblin at birth was given a gem to wear as a necklace, some even crafted rings that held tiny gems. A whole new goblin society was birthed, and they sent out envoys to the surrounding villages. Some were chased away while others were welcomed. The majority of the surroundings villages had been orc villages, and they had little problem with the evolved goblins once they proved themselves to not be the goblins that had stopped raiding them years ago.

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"Huron, would go on to become quite the famous jewel crafter." 

The storyteller moved his majestic beard aside and allowed the crowd to see the shining ocean blue crystal that hung from a gold chain around his neck.

"Matter of fact this enchanted necklace and many others like it prevented a plague that had threatened to wipe out part of that realm."

The Storyteller chuckled as he put the necklace back out of view.

"That however." He said with a grin. "Is a story for another time."