ballad of the damned
long ago, the world was inhabited by wild beasts and savage races, all too busy fighting for dominance to rise from their primitive state.
then, one race finally broke free from the shackles of ignorance, they were known as the gogril, or in our tongue, goblins.
they were brilliant and peaceful, they built grand cities and wondrous machines, but they never forgot the horrible fate they escaped, and so they branded violence as their greatest sin.
they lived far apart from the world they left, high atop mountain peaks, deep in canyons, and even under the oceans. but this kept them blind to a grave threat, a tribe of primates had discovered the wonder of fire, and instead of using it to light their caves or warm their bodies, they wielded fire as a weapon, conquering all other beasts in the world. the age of humankind had begun.
due to their violent ascent to sentience, the humans had never abandoned the concept of war, and when they discovered that the goblins remained outside their control, they reminded the peaceful people of the kind of hell only sentience can bring.
they raided countless cities, capturing goblin building and inventions and twisting them for use in their conquest.
panicked and desperate, the goblins decided that, instead of fighting the humans themselves, thus breaking their most sacred law, they would create beings to fight for them, thus the parasites were born, living weapons designed specifically to kill humans. from their birthing forges came the vampires and werewolves, the wendigos and zombies, countless horrors more savage than anything the world had seen. yet the humans adapted, as they always did, and fought off these beasts.
desperate once again, the goblins had another idea, if the humans were so powerful, why not use them as weapons against themselves? thus came the wraiths, twisted mutations of humans, they embodied the worst that mankind had to offer, sprites would fly above human settlements, spreading the curse that birthed Banshees and Onis, Reapers and Geists. the humans took enormous casualties, yet still did not fall.
out of options, the goblins broke their commandment, using what they had learned from the parasites and wraiths they modified themselves, creating orcs, trolls, ogres and boggarts. they even gave themselves the ability to absorb human souls for power, yet they were inexperienced, and quickly started dying out. in a final move of desperation they started capturing humans and using them to create more troops. it was then that they discovered the thing that would turn the tide of the battle, a single human soul had refused to be dominated by its new master, and instead took control of the goblin, mutating it into something in between. with the intellect of a goblin and the savagery of a human, the first hobgoblin was born. he dubbed himself the beastmaster and enslaved the goblins with his new found powers. he created horrible creatures collectively referred to as beasts.
he loosed these beasts upon the humans, and began to obliterate them. in retaliation, the humans began weaponizing more and more goblin technology, eventually discovering the process of manifesting ones spirit as a weapon, a theoretical procedure created by goblin scholars ages ago. with these spirit weapons the humans drove back the beasts and banished them to the far wastes.
there, in the far wastes, more and more beastmasters were created, and their forces grew in strength. now they march on us again, and the war is rekindled.