Goblin Horde
The sun dips behind tangled trees at the edge of the Heathlands, and shadows twist into shapes that flicker between mischief and menace. From within the tunnels of The Mound, the Horde stirs—cutters sharpening obsidian blades, shamans muttering over fetid herbs, sneak-scouts melting into underbrush.
At the Highseat, Gungkor the Heap King looms—skull variants made from scavenged bone jut outward on his armour, teeth strung like trophies beneath his brow. His goblins swarm out: raiders across ridgelines, riders cutting paths on ragged steeds, hooded ones setting traps, launchers sending crude bombs whispering through dusk. They are close to the wild, the Heath themselves giving coughs of mist and rolling thunder as the Horde moves.
Tonight, a caravan crosses Heath-road, laden with silver and arrogance. The Goblin Boss dispatches Raiders, Sneaks, and Swift under cover of dusk—no trumpets, just bone-soft cries and broken wood. By morning, only echoes remain: overturned carts, scattered goods, terrified whispers. And back among The Mound’s tunnels, the Horde returns: mud-slick, blood-thirsty, triumphant.
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Geopolitical, Tribe
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