One Last Knight. A Series of Short Stories.

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.