Hooded Goblin

Under the flickering light of torchbeams strung across the wound-swollen walls of The Mound, the Hooded Goblin moves unseen. A ragged cloak drawn low over bright, greedy eyes; footsteps muffled by scavenged cloth; fingers stained with ash and powder. They are spies, thieves, sabotage-artists, and mischief harvested into silence.   When night falls, a Hooded Goblin slips through gaps in walls, loosens bolts, cuts ropes, and seeds distrust among ranks. Their hood is both disguise and omen. In the Horde’s council fires, Bosses fear their whispers; enemies fear their sudden dagger in the back. Not built for head-on clashes, but for the moments when chaos is born—not in blades, but in uncertainty.