The sun was warm. It was always warm or else everything on the planet would freeze and die. Except maybe some nasty frost elves or something.

But the sun shone all day as the little goblins would play.

Heegan was the biggest of them all and was a bit brutish.

Bleegan was quite thin, but his mind was keener than most goblins and he enjoyed reading.

Hoogan was a talker, a very good talker. He could talk so much that others would have to flee from his presence! How mighty!

And lastly there was little Bloogan. A very squishy fellow, seemingly with no defining characteristics or abilities.

These are the young goblin brothers, whose adventures and calamities are told as legends and jokes throughout the land. But they were first inspired by legends they heard, before ascending into one themselves; a reminder that simple beginnings can be the start of something great.