Skarflek, King of the Goblins
Skarflek, King of the Goblins
Earl of the Court of Ruin
Skarflek, King of the Goblins, is the cunning spark in the Court of Ruin—a trickster crowned in rust and laughter. He stands no taller than a man’s chest, but his shadow stretches long across the Feywild. His skin gleams the color of tarnished bronze, and his grin never fades, showing teeth filed to points like broken quills. His crown is welded from the scraps of battles long lost and won—bent nails, snapped blades, and coins pilfered from the pouches of greater fey.
When the Dark Lords or Ladies of the Shadowed Courts require a horde to break gates or fill graves, it is Skarflek they call. At his whistle, goblins pour through bramble and mist, a tide of shrieking green faces and scavenged steel. They call him “The Bannerless King,” for he marches under no sigil but his own name, daubed in soot on the hides of his followers.
The other Archfey mock him, seeing only a jester or a mongrel lord, but few understand the reach of his schemes. Skarflek listens when the highborn boast and bargain, and their secrets become his weapons. Though his magic is crude beside theirs—a patchwork of runes and runaways from the schools of true power—his genius lies in what he can build from scraps. His is a craft born of necessity, a goblin’s alchemy of survival and mischief.
Yet in the quiet between wars, when the Court of Ruin grows still, Skarflek’s laughter fades. It is whispered he dreams of one day rising above the ruin he serves, to build a throne not of rust and rubble, but of things the other Archfey cannot destroy. Until that day, the smart ones keep a wary eye on the smallest king in the Feywild—because underestimated goblins are the deadliest kind.
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