Twitch
Fighting Name: Twitch the Goblyn
Real Name: Katelyn
Pronouns: She/her
Realm: Wolfpack of the High Plains
Unit: Barreller to House Hellhammer, sponsored by Nanis starting at Wolfpack Opener 2026
Race: Goblyn (of the Snotlings)
Chronicler Guild Member
Started Fighting: Fall 2005, took a break from 2011-ish and started back up at Wolfpack Opener 2025
Event Attendance
Too many to recall from prior to 2011. Afterwards Wolfpack Opener 2025, Armageddon 2025, Oktoberfest 2025
Lore
Background- Former fighter, but now you will frequently find me on the field behind the camera! Mother of Skalll, who has currently also chosen to be a goblyn (so proud!). I also enjoy spinning poi and hope to get good enough to start playing with fire again.
Story Time:
“Little Hunter” by Grei
The dawn mist still clung to the ferns when Twitch crouched beside her son. The swamp was waking — croaks, hums, and the slow burble of unseen things beneath the muck. She pressed a clawed finger to her lips, and the young goblin stilled, wide eyes glinting like wet stones. “First rule,” she whispered, her breath smelling faintly of roasted frog. “Don’t let the swamp know you’re here. It listens.” Her son, Skalll, nodded solemnly. He was small, barely half her height, and his ears twitched with every drip and rustle. His sling dangled from his fingers, its leather still too new. Twitch smiled. She remembered when her own had creaked the same way — before she’d oiled it with frog fat and patience.
A low voice suddenly muttered from the moss near their feet. “Pssst… if you’re gonna stalk prey, try not to breathe like a bellows.” Both goblins froze. Twitch’s eyes darted to the side, where a fat red-capped mushroom sat half-buried in the mud, its gills fluttering as it spoke. “Madcap,” Twitch hissed. “Don’t ruin the lesson.” Madcap wobbled his cap indignantly. “I’m helpin’! The boy sounds like a boar with hay fever.” Skalll’s ears drooped. “I don’t breathe that loud…” Twitch rolled her eyes. “Second rule — ignore the talking fungus.” “Hey!” Madcap protested. “That’s speciesist.” They moved low, bellies nearly brushing the damp earth, until Twitch raised her hand. Ahead, a fat swamp rat nosed through a patch of reeds. Skalll froze. His little tongue poked from the corner of his mouth. He lifted his sling— “Wait,” Twitch hissed. The boy froze mid-draw. The rat sniffed the air, paused, then went back to rooting. Only then did she nod. The stone whizzed, struck bark, and the rat vanished into the water with a squeal. Skalll’s face fell. “I missed!” Madcap snorted. “You missed the swamp, too. Impressive.” Twitch only chuckled, soft and low. “Second rule — you always miss the first one.” She ruffled her son’s matted hair. “But the swamp’s patient. We try again.”
They waited. The mist thinned, sunlight catching on the rippling green water. When another rustle came — a frog this time, big and bloated — Twitch gestured. Skalll took a slow breath, pulled the sling, and let fly. The stone hit home. The frog gave a short, surprised croak and went still. For a moment, Skalll just stared. Then his grin broke wide as the sunrise. “I did it!” Madcap gave a low whistle. “Well, I’ll be spored. The lad’s got an eye after all.” Twitch grinned, baring her sharp teeth. “Aye. Now third rule.” “What’s that?” Skalll asked, still beaming.
She plucked up the frog and tossed it to him. “You kill it, you clean it. Otherwise, the swamp spirits get angry.” Madcap shuddered. “Ooooh, nasty business that. Frog guts smell worse than a troll’s armpit in summer.” Skalll made a face but took the frog anyway. Twitch watched, proud and quiet, as her son crouched over the kill and began to learn the oldest goblin lesson — that every meal was a gift paid for in sweat, patience, and a little bit of mess. When they walked home later, Skalll carried the frog on a stick, chest puffed out like a chieftain. Madcap hopped along in Twitch’s satchel, muttering proudly about “his student.” Twitch smiled. The swamp gurgled approval, and somewhere deep in its murky heart, the spirits — and perhaps the mushrooms — smiled too.