He seems in over his head if he thinks this whole war thing is going to work," said Ongus. That sorcerer, that accursed human, he has made a move against us, I know it! And with a surge like this, more humans, their adventurers, are sure to come." "This surge of magical power, I have felt it, and none like it has ever passed through me. "It's so cold here," said Ongus with a yawn. Shaggy brown fur coated most of Ongus's body, and his deep sunken in green eyes seemingly had little to no energy in them. A pot belly jutted from his stomach as he scratched it with long, lanky arms that almost dragged on the forest floor. Ongus was tall, a full head taller than Hrunt, but unlike the champions of Fjall where muscle and might reigned supreme, Ongus was lanky. It truly was strange how much the green-skinned goblins had changed since they had started to live in Foraoise. Ongus, the goblin champion he had called from the realm of Foraoise. It seemed to work fine, meaning the party of evolved hobgoblins the lord had sent out to investigate the surge of magical energy had simply stopped moving. Strange." Hrunt tapped at the bone bracelet several times, trying to smack it back to function, but nothing. At least there were no big spiders in this part of the forest. His staff of bone and wood hovered beside him, emanating a frosty blue light to keep bugs away. ![]() ![]() ![]() The bone, fashioned from one of the lord's personally evolved hobgoblin, spoke to him, letting him sense where its owner was in this accursed forest of darkness and giant bugs. Hrunt tapped at his pale-skinned, thin wrist, his clawed, wrinkled flinger grazing over a bracelet of thin, darkened bone.
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