Wednesday, August 12, 2015

100 Words a Day 680

Where the other goblins he had seen loped, this one strode. It stood tall and proud while those around it were bent and fearful. She wore a brown robe woven with symbols strange and mystic, tattered by obviously well cared for, and seemed to glide across the stone road like a bug across water. The crowd in the street made way, the goblins out of reverence and the duergar out of fear.

Though the squat, large-eyed race held the goblins in servitude, it didn’t protect them from unfortunate accidents should the due respect not be given to the strange earth-priests.

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