King Kawar Boul observed his legions of goblins with a sour expression on his still beautific features. They hobbled and horded and armed themselves well as he watched enviously, missing his own green, smooth skin. How he hated when human wenches would be drawn to him and his chiseled looks and muscles.

But soon....it would change....

"Your majesty! We are ready to attack!"

This Rhydin, it would be his. Surely that is why Hashak brougt him to this place. It could be for not else, or could it' It wouldn't be wise to attack such a large city without being for certain.

"Wait." Hashak spoke, his voice a rich controlto. "We cannot attack yet. I cannot afford to lose people even for my vision. I must go into Rhydin and see this place with my own eyes. I cannot be Hashak's puppet, though I will surely serve if the cause is just."

Hashak nodded to the goblin. "Prepare the transporter. I shall set foot upon this land myself."

And so it began......