Something new!
Small happenings in and around the random corners of Enverdolmal.
Often just short musings, observations, or questions.
All random!
All Canon!
Enjoy folks!
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A Goblin lives a shortened life,
Often laid low by kin.
How rare it is for one to find
Something close to a friend.
For one is predisposed to violence,
If they want to live.
Taking an eye before the other can strike
Is better than to give.
Gob-Lob found that survival
Was just a daily chore.
A single misstep would result with
His head upon the floor.
He was born a Lesser One.
Little respect he would receive.
Treated perpetually
As nothing but naive...
Till one day he would take a stand,
Rebel just once,
Dare lift a hand.
Through happenstance
And bridges burned,
He would learn
That freedom can be earned.
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See you all over at the gates of Enverdolmal soon enough!
Safe travels folks.
And as always,
Stay say.
Stay healthy.
Stay vigilant.
-Redd.