GobboDaSunbasha

From the moment he squeezes his bulk onto his poor, snarling mount, it’s clear Gobbo da Sunbasha is no ordinary goblin. He’s the biggest of the lot, a looming slab of muscle and bad ideas, crowned (quite literally) with a twisted halo of splintered wood lashed to his back. To his followers, it’s a divine corona, proof that the Mad Sun burns within him. To everyone else, it looks like he lost a fight with a fence and decided to keep the remains. His wolf, no larger than those ridden by the common cavalry, carries him with a mixture of loyalty and deep regret. The sight is equal parts inspiring and ridiculous: a hulking goblin warlord perched on a snarling beast that looks two snacks away from collapsing. Still, the pair thunder into battle with terrifying speed, all snapping jaws and bellowed war cries. In his hands rests a weapon so devastating it seems unfair the gods allowed a goblin to own it. Some say it was forged in the Mad Sun’s fires, others claim he just hit it against enoug