The Goblin Nations and the Palace on the Swamp |
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General Teramir, of the Goblin Nations, sat alone upon his throne of skulls, within the Royal Castle of the tree goblins. Not only was he a General and leader of the army, but in this age of war his power far surpassed that of the Goblin Monarchs and left him as leader of all of the Goblin Nations. He sighed deeply as he rubbed his battle-scarred forehead with his rough scaly hands. He knew that at any moment the army of the Elven Republic would launch thier attack and the Goblin Nations in their entirety would be at war once again. Together the goblins and the elves had seen off vicious attacks from all manner of creatures; dwarves, men, trolls and yet this was different. The Palace of Shadows, the structure from which the greatest magical powers in the land could be sourced - the structure which they had always protected - was now the source of their very own battle. The elves and goblins both claimed a legal protectorate over the Palace and, with neither side willing to back down, the two nations now faced a brutal and bloody war. Crossing to the window of his chambers, Teramir saw a land he was not proud of in any way. Thick acrid smoke poured from buildings all over the nations, where smiths and captured dwarven slaves worked day-in, day-out creating weaponry and armour for the various goblin armies. Soldiers stood guard in any public meeting areas, keeping anyone unable to fight in cramped workhouses, crafting everything from boots and gloves to quivers and bolts. The cave goblin lands were now packed with a constant stream of workers and miners entering and leaving vast mines. Carts of precious ores were trasported on newly laid tracks into the city of the earth goblins, where it was transported to the smiths Teramir could see. Although the goblin nations were finally united, it was a unity under false pretences and this shot all morale to pieces. What used to be a deep forest with three seperate goblin nations living sperate goblin lives was now an industrial centre. The once vast forest was now decimated other than a brief covering line to avoid a line of sight for the elves. Beyond this line of trees were the lands known to all creatures as The Swamp. The swamp consisted of rich, thick red mud. The colour of the mud matched the stench of death and blood, a vivid sign of the many years of warfare that the lands had seen. In the centre of the swamp was what looked like a 200ft black pinnacle of rock tearing out of the land. This pinnacle, black in colour due to its volcanic rock formation, was the source of the warfare. This black pinnacle was the Palace of Shadows. The high sorcerors of both nations knew that if they could claim the building in their name then it would bring all power to the respective nation, for the magic held within the palace was said to be that of the Gods themselves. Join us next month for the next part of the goblin's story |
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Written By: Richboi0 Edited By: dr henry Coded By: Donut Juice |