Karma's backstory
The tiny Goblin named Karma was found and adopted by the head chief of the fearsome Orc clan: Othogor Grievetooth; living in the Valley of Whispers. Growing up among big and brute monsters who mostly shun her, disapproved her origin and her being a weakness for their Chief. She learned to study and watch from the sidelines with only a few trusted friends, most of them being animals she befriended in a forest nearby. Unable to use raw strength she adapted to more sly and agile ways of action, moving fast, unnoticed and developing high perception. She liked watching, rather than engaging in any form of communication but would never pass up on an opportunity to fight stronger opponents no matter how many times she was defeated and no matter how unfavorable the odds. She lived her life mostly isolated from the rest of the world, but with age she was finally be able to explore the forest near the Valley whenever the clan would go out raiding and robbing. In the forest she kept developing her abilities, she learned to play the pan flute (which Othogor spent days on making himself just for her). She studied and learned the animals' way of living for survival, their body language and even communicating with some of them.
The Valley was a fortress and there were only ever a few attempts on storming it with outside forces. Every now and then though, brave warriors and their companions would try their luck and strength. None would ever fully succeed, but losses would still strike their clan. Karma remembers the first experience she got with this kind of event; hiding out of danger her eyes witnessed a fearsome and big virago entering the battlefield. Raising her sword into the air and then heroically slaying her enemies. Karma was swoon with staggered admiration and a dream was sparked in her heart. She too wanted to be like that and she’d do anything to reach that goal. She’d beg for the orcs to teach her to fight and to become brave and strong. Her father did not approve at first and neither did the rest of his followers, but with a lot of pleading and a bit of the good old puppy eyes Grievetooth finally gave in. The orcs were furious having to train this imbecile with the size of a rat, but they did not have a choice, (as they could not refuse their leader.) To no ones surprise she didn’t get far; nowhere to be exact. Unable to lift a toothpick of a sword and with muscles close to non existent she defeatedly retreated to her father. In pain he watched her wimp for his help and with hesitation he suggested for her to leave the Valley to find a true hero to teach her their ways. He had only ever cared for her in this world and though he knew she would face much danger; she wouldn’t be able to live happily without pursuing her dream and the place they lived in wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her needs much longer. So with only a few essentials; one being a totem of an eagle (which Othogor actually paid for), her trusted obsidian spear and a few daggers she left the looming stonewalls of familiarity and safety, out into the unknown world.
Karmas first meeting with the orcs: The feared Othogor Grievetooth and his clan of orcs insolently watched the incineration of what once was a village. Another successful operation consisting of ravaging and demolition had left souls and memories behind eternally forgotten in the crackling fire and black-stained ruins. They marched cynically through the burning ashes as they headed back to the Whispering valley, more prosperous and content than before the blood was spilled. Grievetooth was absent-minded but still joyously taking in the cheerful grunts of his comrades. He was suddenly brought back to the present by a dull snort and a hard nudge, he turned around and before him was one of the orcs, dangling a small creature by its neck. With a grumbling voice his comrade spoke; "Little person stuck on Grievetooths back." The baby goblin, covered in ashes and with the smell of burnt hair stared wide opened with piercing eyes at the gigantic brute in front of her. Before Othogor could react, the orc in front of him had already flung away the tiny critter, sending it flying back into the outskirts of the flaming village. Without a flinch he turned around and kept walking but for the rest of the journey all his mind kept circling back to was the tiny little creature. It had looked at him, not with fear, but with determination and boldness. He shook off the uneasiness and curiosity which had annoyed him for hours on end, though the thoughts kept lingering for several hours more.
He drowsily threw himself on top of the disfigured but sturdy throne and sighed loudly. Rumbling chatters echoed through the stone-hall as every orc to be seen was either feasting or fighting for food. Himself had already eaten his fair share as the ruler. He was now sitting, uninterestedly observing the festive event unfolding before him. As he was about to scratch his belly, a tiny squeak startled him. With his enormous hands he carefully opened one of his pockets, he reached down and pulled up the tiny goblin by its tail. Letting it dangle upside down in front of his face. He watched it yawn tiredly, still dozed off and fuzzy from the nap. One eye at the time opened and after her sight adjusted to reality she could see the big disfigured but curious face staring back at her.
She didn’t get along well with anyone right from the start. Most of the orcs hated her. She could only ever be around her father and his closer combatants though she made foolish attempts to socialize with the rest. She did grew up with their ideology and savage way of living but still deviated from their moral behavior in many ways. Her father secretly attempted to raise her (at least more) right, even though he was lacking a lot of skills around those subjects. He knew she wasn’t and never would be like them, and he enjoyed it, she had given him a chance to be happier and feel loved in a way no orc had been before.
How she ended up in Faerûn: Before Karma was to leave the valley, Othogor felt the need to apply a few safety measures, as the tiny goblin girl was more than a bit oblivious and by that could barely get anywhere without at least one near-death-experience. So with a few orcs to accompany him he sought out the strongest wizard he could find and through some threats and a bit of violence he "convinced" the old man to help him. With a rather shocked face the wizard quickly composed himself when the huge and ungracefully bulky Orc entered the cottage, holding a tiny goblin by the hand. Together they walked up to him, he bent down and shook her tiny hand as the little creature glared at him with piercing, golden eyes glowing faintly in the poorly lit up room. The wizard received one last bone-chilling stare from the Orc as he left. He glanced back down and in a short lasted panic he frantically searched around after the goblin that had vanished instantly. But with a deep relief he could make out her big tufted hair in one of the baskets in the kitchen, seen from the hall where he stood. He walked up and with slight disapproval watched her greedily consume a big loaf of freshly baked bread. He put her down on the floor, still with bread left in her hand and shoo-d her toward the last room where the teaching would be. A while later she would have come to quickly master a few simple spells, with joyful relief and surprise he dared to leave her be for a moment to go and get more materials. In a last quick glance he saw her in a determined focus completely occupied in her own world of magic. He picked a few things from the storage shelves and went back to the room, he had barely entered the doorframe when the goblin before him vanished instantly in front of him, only leaving a small puff of smoke.
Out of sheer nature she hissed loudly as the sun shone down on her out of nowhere, she felt a sharp but quick pain as the item in her hand that had transported her to her current location exploded in her hand, leaving not a trace of it. She blinked a few times and looked around with curiosity. This place she had never seen before and she couldn't smell anything familiar. She felt light and dry grass under her naked feet and a light breeze blowing from behind making the field dance softly. She turned around and her eyes were then glued with a fear she had never before felt, and trust me she was a brave AND obliviously stupid one. But the big, wast body of water that appeared before her made her squeal in horror and she hurried for her life in the opposite direction.