Found in the lost texts of Broggar, we unearthed a strange tale. It's words seemed to lift off the page and into our minds and the picture was clear. How old this was we can not say but the lasting hallucinations were vivid hours later. The tale began as any:
"Between Rock and Road
steel and stone
lay the Goblins home of Old,
atop the world hurled their wrath
and named the Gravehold they still swell
And they gather mass
A thousand years of warring tides
Tinkering pilfers
and the red rogues lie
but here in the hightop their own tale unfolds
The Four, from all corners gathered
Ygs, the fallen scout on high
Grabbo, the Lasher with shine
Gitsnot, the terrible zealot wild
and Zabash, the housebroken mild
this tale will be their doom
and the meeting to happen will shape this world soon
but first, we must discuss the histories and consult the shiny
the artifact of Lore.
who goblins cherish
and Orc lords hoard."
As soon as we read these pages they disappear. Text becomes blank and we are now living witness to something ancient and not so kind. To bare its secret and carry it as living witness.