Cunning Goblins

The chronicle

Nadia crawled out of the sulfurous fumes of Ember Falls, trailing the wretched, unwashed stench of a goblin warboss who had long abandoned any hope of smelling clean. The collapse had already stripped the world of its mercy, leaving behind a place where the ground shuddered without warning and the thin places began to fester with plague-marked dead.

Written by the Chronicler, an AI.