"This world has become rotten with weaklings above us, while we are stuck in a city of decaying roots. We need a better life, a better way to live. Why should we have to worry about our young wandering into caverns, becoming lost, or worse, cave-ins?" Their queen-to-be addressed the vast gathering of Nards in the great assembly cavern.
Although short in stature, she had no trouble exerting her strength and power over them.
Her vivid purple hair, cropped short in spikes, only added to her royal appeal.
Grunts, groans, and growls of the Nard language echoed down the passageways, through the network of tunnels and caves that made up their underground world. Some
Nards made noises in agreement, while others stood ready to devour a king they considered old and weak.
The King of the Nards
