Tucked deep in the Appalachian hills, where fog keeps secrets and trees whisper old tales, lies a holler buzzing with magic, mischief, and battle cries. This journal opens a window into that world, born from a real Clash of Clans crew (holler goblins), now a full-blown saga of goblin kin, cryptid cousins, and holler born chaos. Ma keeps the rhythm, Pa’s got the strategy, and Uncle Kinxy’s jug never runs dry. The rest of us? We’re fightin’, buildin’, and tellin’ tales. Come find us!

Holler Goblins: Tales From the Holler

Latest Chapters

  • Chapter Five: The Goblin Cousins

    The goblin crew were often referred to affectionately as ‘cousins.’ Loud, messy, brilliant in their own wrong ways. Some with the sharpest funneling instincts this side of the mines, others who couldn’t tell a war plan from a biscuit recipe… Continue reading

  • Chapter Four: Uncle Kinxy

    Nobody really knows how Uncle Kinxy made his way to the clan. When he showed up at the edge of the holler with a busted cart filled with makeshift distillery equipment, a jug of shine strong enough to strip paint,… Continue reading

  • Chapter 3: Pa

    Pa didn’t say much if it wasn’t needed. He wasn’t one for rambling or fussing. But when he did speak, his words hit like a well-placed strike. Solid, brief, and impossible to ignore. In the holler, there were all types… Continue reading

  • Chapter 2: Ma of the Holler

    They called her Ma, and it wasn’t just a title; it was a role, a rhythm, and a weight she carried every day in the holler. Ma Goblin was mostly gentle, but not soft. Her wooden spoon tapped out warnings… Continue reading

  • Chapter 1: The Kin in the Holler and The Forgotten Clan

    Chapter 1: Ma and Pa Goblin didn’t set out to take in and lead a clan. It was just something that kinda fell into place on its own. They attempted to build something solid, and one by one, the others… Continue reading

  • Welcome To The Holler

    A note from Ma Somewhere deep in the folds of the Appalachian hills, where the fog clings like secrets and the trees remember things you’d swear no one told them, a little holler hums with magic, mischief, and the sounds… Continue reading