The Dink Network

The bowlore guy, who we will refer to as 'Mr. Bow', was looking for a nice house to set up shop to sell his series of training routines to teach people the art of 'Bowlore', an ability to increase the damage of your shots with a bow. Having tried many many towns, it seemed every location fit for selling bowlore was taken. Disappointed, Mr. Bow decided to take a stroll on the beach. After avoiding the numerous pillbugs, he came across a lovely tree smack dab in the middle of the beach. Tired from the walk, he sat under the shade of the large oak and pulled out a cigar he had been saving for quite some time. 'Man, I need this' he said, as he struck a match and lit the cigar. He was admiring the scenery around him, when he smelled something funny. He looked at his cigar, which he found much to his surprise, had made contact with the tree. He jumped up, to get away from the fire. 'Another good thing gone' Mr. Bow sighed as he turned away to go back home. He was just walking away when he heard an odd noise, a loud 'Ding'. He turned back around, and noticed a staircase where the tree had been. Hesitantly, he went down the stairs. Finding no monsters, he decided this was as good a place as any to set up shop.

As for Mog, he was treated poorly as a child on account of his horrible face. For many years, Mog was known as Mog the Ugly. Shortly after the goblin war, Mog joined the Goblin Sanctuary as a lesser warrior. He was pacing the beach to go visit his good friend George, when he spotted some knights discussing something by some trees. He walked over, curious. 'What knights do?' He asked.
The golden armored knights turned to face Mog.
'Perhaps he could assist our operation.'

'Yes brother, but he would want something in return. Goblins aren't the smartest creatures, but they aren't free.' Replied one of the other knights.

'Mog free?' Mog asked.

'Mog, is that your name?' The first knight inquired.

'Me name Mog.'

'Very well. Mog, how would you like to help us destroy KernSin?'

'Mog hate hoomans. Mog do anything for revenge. Mog want something though.'

'What might that be, Mog?' The second knight to speak asked nicely. Anything to aid their plan.

'Mog want new face. Hate this one.'

'You want...a new face?' The first knight examined Mog's features. 'I can see why....I think we might be able to do something about that...'

'You can?' Mog was excited.

'Jacob, is your axe sharp?' The first knight looked toward a third member of the group.

'Always.' Jacob replied.

'Then I don't see why Mog can't have a new face...' A grin spread across the knight's face.

...
After the 'Operation', which was a combination of bandages and chops, Mog arose from a table, his face bandaged.
'Let's see how well Jacob did...' The first knight unraveled the bandages.
'AH!'
'Wut is it?!' Mog shouted.
'Jacob, you idiot! He has two heads!'

After that, Mog kept his word to help the cast by making them axes and weaponry, enough to supply an army.

/lame ideas