There are two important things in a goblin’s lyfe. I’m talking about all of us, the gobkon, the hobkon, the mulkon — all of us. Your relationship to the Queen and your Guild. This is hard for you humans, with all your divergent nations and cities and faiths and disgusting menagerie animals to understand.
I’m a printer, part of the Ratxet Guild. My engines run on the power of muls (best!) or whoever else I can hire. The clockwerks give that comforting noise as sheaf and stamp press against each other leaving words behind.
We’re into gears, mostly. But also some other interesting clockwerks. Frankly, we do better with springs than the Union does. Sure, they’ve the Queens’ Stamp – so we cannot sell to others. In our builds we don’t buy from the Union anymore.
My first engine was a climbing device. Lean it up against a feral tar-tree and you’ll be able to get to the top on a platform to work the tree. It was a tough build, because I needed it to be strong enough for a hob. Without a brother there were no hobs to help me. Sis rode atop my shoulders during the entire testing phase.
At Test it showed a new mechanic for the querc-tree. A Baroness blessed the family via flag and decree. Mother’s standing improved, and the full family took on that glory.
Now, sister is part of the Airxip Syndicate. They’re relatively new. Taking our bike-props and the bladders from the Sisterhood, and the Federation’s tar stacks the Syndicate built those awesome xips. I don’t understand her werk. There’s something about steampipes. She’s don’t well for us, too. Her flags came from a Countess, one for her and one for mother. Blerxa left on the First Flight.
I’m Phatha Phioxa Baroness-flagged of the Guild. Sis is Blerxa Phioxa First-Countess Flagged and Many Unfurled of the Syndicate.
We are what we build and how much the Ladies, may they serve the Queen, reward us for our werks.
A few more daughter’s like us and mother could be a Lady. If Blerxa and I hadn’t left for the untamed lands of the Kin Blerx may have earned mother the knighting on her own.
Our werks are trapped from knowing, so I expect mother to have a few more gobkon. Maybe I’ll find out if I go back, not until after I figure out how to use the power of horses in my next werk.