Ancient History

Legend is told of the Stormgiant Moran the sole survivor of a cataclysm that destroyed his tribe. After losing everything he knew, he wandered the continent, searching for a purpose to his existence, when he stumbled across a marvel of nature.
A basin of thick subtropical jungle surrounded by a high mountainrange, near inaccessable for most, sheltering a unique habitat for flora and fauna, not seen outside of this place for centuries. He found this place worthy of protecting from outside interference and settled down in this lush place.

The Legend further speaks of a wandering Tribe of Goliath finding their way into this jungle-oasis, after being driven away from their home by an event lost to time. At first they were met with hostile attitude, caused by Moran's protective attitude of the place. After listening to their story, and remembering the pain of losing his own home, he eased up and let them stay. As long as they did not exploit this place, and treated it with respect he would not stand in their way.

The Giant chose well by letting them stay. They turned out to be thankful for a place to call home, and treated it with the respect he hoped for. In turn they broke Morans solitude and a friendship developed.
He guided the Tribe and their decendants for centuries until he peacefully died of old age.

This is the Legend of the Creation of the Village of Moran'thar

Unexpected Newcomers
It was a stormy afternoon when a Scout found an unconcious creature at the foot of the mountainrange. Never had he seen a creature like it, so out of curiousity he took it to the village to ask the elders about it.

The generations of isolation however left even the elders without answers. They looked at the small, pointy eared, purplish blue skinned helpless and wounded thing in front of them not sure what to make of it.

They were quite surprised though when it woke up and started talking. It took some time to understand each other, with their dialect of common being centuries old and only taught and not usually spoken. It did not take long though till they started to understand each other.

The creatue identified itself as a goblin child named Hasira, but didn't remember much else at first. The fall seemed to have done a number on his memory. Although, as a few days went by he did started to remember more.

As soon as most of his memory had reemerged he told the Elders his story.

The Glutton's Lair

The Goblin tribe of Krag'Meh was ruled by the Hezrou named Okxhaz. According to the stories Okxhaz was summoned form the abyss by an unexperienced wizard, who failed at controlling him and got eatin in the process. With no way back to the Abyss the demon went on a rampage through villages and settlements, only out for food and violence when he met a crafty and opressed group of goblins that were tired of their masters. After a few of em became the demons lunch, they managed to establish communication - and a deal. If he got rid of the group of bugbears that ruled over their tribe, they'd make him the new leader and supply him with all the food he wanted.

The deal was struck, and not long after, their prior leadership was no more. Their situation improved after this. Their new boss was exceptionally powerful and equally exceptionally dimwitted. As long as they kept him fed and comfortable they'd be safe from most threats.

The Goblins Tale

Hasira was born the second son of a Family in the upper caste in the Lair. His Mother was a powerful, revered, and feared, boohyag of the tribe which brought his family large influence and wealth, but also enemies from the other wealthy families. He was, like his brother Kwerg, taught to read and write, not only common and goblin, but also the Hezrou's language of Abyssal.
While his brother was taught some arcane arts, his mother decided against these teachings for hasira. She realized early that he did posess the aptitude, but he probably would not be able to utilize it.

One day, the adults did not return from one of their excursions outside the Lair. Omek, the head of another highly revered family approached Kwerg and Hasira, told them the news, dragged them outside their home, and discarded them in the area where the pariah caste residet. With a grin on his face he proclaimed; "thats where you belong now, to the worthless rubble". Omek's family were always jealous of their wealth, and apparently the finally found a way to take what was theirs and make it his own.

Runaways

The pariahs in a goblin's den were treated marginally better than slaves, and most other castes saw em as such. Kwerg and Hasira were educated, smart and knew how to keep their heads low, and Kwerg was not about to stay in this place for the rest of their time.

At night when he knew the least guards were walking around the lair, he took Hasira with him and left. Their escape went however not unnoticed. They got out of the lair without issue, however after an hour or two on their way, they were spotted by another goblin, who recognized Kwerg, and imediately went to raise alarms in the lair.

Shortly after the hunters were on their tracks. Kwerg tried his best to navigate the densest parts of forest, where it would be harder for the wolfriders to follow. But with his little brother in tow, he could not hold a pace as he would be able to on his own. He would not however, unlike most goblins, leave his last family behind.

They managed to avoid the scouts for a week, making their way further from the lair arriving at a mountain range. Their luck did not hold any longer though. A scoutparty discovered their tracks and the hunt continued. The exhausted and malnourished Goblin had little hope of making it much further like and when he found a narrow cave where even an adult goblin would not fit, he gave his brother their last scraps of food and told him to hide while he lured them away. He'd be back for him soon.

But soon didn't happen. Hasira waited through the night, and the next day, and another night, but his brother was nowhere to be found. The last food was gone and he got hungry. He was too afraid to venture outside, so he went deeper into the cave, hoping for another exit. The cave forked off a few times, transforming into vertical cracks he had to climb, that led him further through the mountain. He had no idea how long it had been, since he decided to explore the cave, but at some point he saw daylight coming in through some small cracks in the cavewall. The cracks were too small to fit through, but the rock didn't seem to be too sturdy. He took the biggest rock he could lift and hammered with all the strength he could muster against the wall. Three times was the charm and the wall smashed open. He did not expect this dramatic of an effect, lost his balance, fell through, and down the cliff.

The next thing he Remembered was waking up in the village.

The Small Goliath

With nowhere else do go, and the Tribe having no other ideas, they just treated him like they did their own young. Raising him in their ways. After a few quarrels with the way larger Goliath children it was quite apparent that there was a fighter behing his small appearance. Some goliath kids were quite the bullies, but they learned fast not to underestimate the small short tempered creature. Most often they'd get away with bruised ankles and knees, but if someone made fun of Hasira's size a even a black eye was not uncommon.

The Adults in the tribe were used to these squabbles, they were not used however, for such a small creature to inflict such damage as well as the weird happenings whenever someone managed to get him mad. They did not get mad about it however, they respected the fight in him. One of the most respected fighters took him under his wings, and taught him to harness his rage, and aim it towards any enemy he may encounter. Up into his young adulthood he trained and worked with his mentor, until the point in his life came, where he just couldn't fit in anymore. The tribe had treated him well, but he was a Goblin after all.

New Ventures and Vantages
The Urge to leave, venture forth, maybe find some of his kind, was too strong. And there was still the question in the back of his mind, did he have any family left out there?

After talking it out with the elders, and them respecting his decision, he collected some provisions and made his way towards the foot of the mountain, where he had been found as a child. After years of training the climb was not too hard to accomplish. On top of the Ridge he found himself on a small platue with the most amazing few of both the basin, and the world beyond he had ever seen, all bathed in the golden glow of the sunset. He slept underneath the stars to wake up to an equally breathtaking sunset.

After utilizing the vantagepoint to look around and deciding where to go, hasira made his way down the mountain and started his journey.

Many villages he came accross were not fond of goblins, and they made it known right away, some were more tolerant. He came across all kinds of people, Tabaxi, Humans, had an encounter with a small group of wood elves in the forests, and many more. With no idea where he and Kwerg may have fled from, and the usual settlements not having any information about goblin burrows, he had to put the thought of finding his brother out of his mind.

To a lot of Folks the goblin was quite a surprise. Growing up in the Tribe instead of a Goblin cave, he was cleanly, knew how to keep himself, and was rather well spoken, for a goblin. He may have looked like a goblin, but acted nothing remotely like it. This went to the point that he himself was mostly repulsed by the few goblins he met, and after some unpleasent encounters prefered to avoid his kind.

In some places he stayed for a few weeks but mostly he kept traveling for about a year.