Just a li'l something for fluff's sake:
The Goblin's Might
Far over the Misty Mountains Cold, In dungeons deep and caverns old, Two kings dwelt there: each of Mines and Town, Though different girths, to each their own renown, A goblin Great (both in name and weight), And Durburz of Moria's Crown.
At the feet of the Town's Goblin King, There rattled hordes a-chittering. Ten under the Great King's rule direct, And ten more led by his favoured subject: His foes they fear, for his scourge to near, Such is the torturer's effect.
Deep within the peaks of Gundabad, Goblins live, in bronze armour clad. Led by Durburz; warg furs on their backs, Few can bear the force of their attack. A mighty throng, a dozen strong, Adorned with shields black.
Feared are the creatures of those caves, Many men have been sent to their graves. Wild Wargs, teeth and claws made bare, A swarm of bats populates the air. Nowhere to run, as beats the Blackshields' drum, As their Shaman lords o'er his lair.
Far beyond these caverns and these hills, Live creatures even mightier still. The goblins lead these mighty beasts as aid, Lending brute force to their war brigade, To reach your goal, fell two Cave Trolls, And avoid Buhrdur's sharpened blade.
Should the creatures of the caves not do, What lies beyond is sure to frighten you. Not of this world, but hidden by a veil, Tortured spirits, witheréd and pale, When they are near, you are forced to fear, As Shade causes courage to fail. Far over the Misty Mountains cold, The tale of these two Kings is told. Should you dare to brave the fearful heights, Or wander down stone halls dark as night: In places deep, where dark things sleep, You may face the Goblins' Might.
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