The Goblin Queen’s Gambit

The despair would settle in, the ravens would come…they had failed. Blisa had no words, just a bowed head. Exhausted from the effort…every idea, every resource, every option…she had spent them all. Her hall was empty, the guards had left a long time ago, the mead ran slowly, thick from its torpidity…was it the darkness, the cabal of goblin warlocks, bound to a dark old power that none seemed to understand?

The crumpled form that entered the hall warranted no alarm, deserved no designation of “threat”, but still rocked the foundations of her temple. “I had to bury their dead…it was commanded, by one of us…he could fly, he could shoot fire from his hands, he could move mountains”, the exhausted gobbo, not even through its drumming , conveyed to the Queen of the High Goblins of the Wilds.

”He told me to tell you; Ekz is back and he will reward those who serve him!”  

Those were his last words.

Her throwing blade pierced his throat as he finished his sentence. Blisa had no doubt their fate…the GotW…was not settled yet. She looked at the leather bound, silver inscripted chest in the corner of her tent. She rarely used the “good stuff”, but if there was ever a time, this was it.