"Nether Bats....." a big stream of drool came tumbling down Griag's pimple infested chin and landed on the small Goblin who was controlling the cart. "They are delicacy in the Goblin Sanctuary but the thing is they were soooooo tasty that we kinda hunted them down to extinction around
the Spine. Now we have plain ol Bats!"
The Goblin King shuttered. "They taste like Catshit! Once we merge our Kingdoms my lady I would definitely like to open up trade. Starting of course with those Nether Bats!"
The pair exited from the cart, Griag stared at military compound his dark yellow eyes swirling with pride. This used to belong to the
Dwarves way back at the
Age of Wonders, they've originally built the place as an Airship yard or something Griag wasn't entirely sure. Once the Goblins rebelled against the Dwarves, the first thing Griag's ancestor did was to dismantle this stronghold and remake it as a place where a Goblin military can be trained.
The Goblin army grew over the years, new tactics and units were created in this place. The military stronghold was Griag's pride and joy maintaining the place. He would often walk amongst the Attack
Trolls and weaponry caressing them like a lover. Partially out of his love for conquest and raids but mostly out of dreams of revenge against the Halflings. Those microscopic Piglets who somehow overcame the might of the Goblin Horde 225 years ago, who somehow slayed his father. Griag has never forgotten that day, he still dreams of his father's head being lopped off by
Halfling defenders.
A large Goblin stood in front of the gates his hands clasped back at attention and his one white eye focusing on Griag and Xunari approaching them:
He was also flanked by two Bugbears: 7 foot hairy beasts who were both wielding rusted Iron Maces. The two Bugbears growled at Xunari while the pale Goblin in the middle muttered something in the Goblin language to shut them up. "Ah Suldrek!" Griag walked closer towards him patting his shoulder before turning to Xunari.
"My lady!" Griag said. "Allow me to introduce to you: Suldrek Whiteteeth! The reason why he is called Whiteteeth is because he maintains them pearly whites! He still refuses to tell me his secret!"
"Brush your teeth my King," Suldrek spoke in a raspy, guttural tone. "Everyday."
Griag looked at Suldrek bewildered before bursting out laughing. "That's a funny joke!" he roared beginning to snort in between laughs. "Suldrek can be have a biting wit at times! Unlike the dullards who all they can think of is shit and fart jokes."
"Yes my King." Suldrek turned his attention towards Xunari recognizing the
Drow guest and giving her a respectful nod.
"He's also the strong, silent type! I like him!" Griag said to Xunari cheerfully. "Anyway! Suldrek Whiteteeth will serve as the Goblin Horde's field commander during your Queen's battle at Dhunbor. I know he's not as handsome as me but he is a skillful leader, a cunning tactian and a damn good swordsman! Pitiless, sadistic, merciless. If you want to get some dirty work done, then Suldrek will do it with gusto! But for now he'll lead the 5,000 Goblins into battle!"
"The 10 Attack Trolls and the Wrym are also ready my King."
"Oh!" Griag slapped his forehead so hard that one of his boils burst. "How can I possibly forget?! My lady you'll also have 10 Attack Trolls and a Wyrm by your side. Please take care of them especially the Wrym his name is Wilbur. Raised him meself since he was just a little grub of 5 feet!"
"The troops are also awaiting you my King," Suldrek his voice stern yet respectful.
"Ah yes!" Griag coughed. "Come on my lady! Let's not keep them waiting!"
Xunari Auceus