The goblin king sat on his throne news had reached him that his son had died in the battle and the retreat and s*******r of all the goblins he had sent to take the town. Emotions took him on the news and the messenger had been the first to taste the furry of magic he wielded in his staff. That rage was then passed off to anything and anyone close by causing assistant and clan leaders to leave his presence.
The humans had taken his son. They had taken what was his and denied him his right as king. Some goblins thought that they was a certain glory in battle in fighting to the death but there was no such thing. There was only winning and death. Death meant nothing, winning meant keeping all the shiny things.
He would have his revenge. He would slay all the humans and kill the human named S
