“My father grew up as the son of a mercenary, surrounded by death, destruction, and despair. He never received a respite from death. And he saw that we are all united in death, and in suffering. It seems to be the only common thread between all the races of the world, that we all must suffer and then die. Goblin, human, elf, dwarf, it didn’t matter. We all fall in the end. So he vowed to create a place where peace reigned supreme, where anyone, no matter their race, could come and be freed from suffering, from anguish, from despair. That is why he allied with Koholon and the Boat of Order; to show tha, if we but worked together, we could create this wonderful kingdom. He sent me out when I was young to fight for him. We won our freedom through blood! So many lives were lost, friends, family, enemies… his mission is now my mission. I will create a land where anyone, be they human, dwarf, elf, goblin, hobgoblin, orc, ogre, fairy, or any other race, may come and live in peace. And so I find now that these goblin tribes are just barely surviving in my land, just barely lasting from one day to the next while we prosper? How could I not help them become what they need to be? They need peace. You need peace. We all need peace. Even the hobgoblins will be spared. We will not commit genocide. When they have been defeated, I will insist the survivors be allowed to stay on their land.”
Queen Esoterica and High Thane Hammerhead were silent for a moment.
“Very well. But please, Koholon needs you.” Her projection vanished.
Hammerhead laughed. “Good speech, lad. Ah’ll drink tae that.”
Molossus smirked. “You’ll drink to anything.”
“Aye, ah’ll drink tae that too, but with my new goblin allies.