…and so Morgon would be succeeded by Armand the Crow for title of Leódhatas. Armand the Crow was the son and successor to the Voûten leader Norbert the Hawk, thus the Blæc have lost their track holding of the great title through power protection and the other clans fearing that the Blæc were becoming too powerful, though the new Blæc leader Royce the Growler is determent to ensure Blæc dominion after Armand. The new Spreca came to be Fitzroy from the Blæc, a symbol of the clan keeping itself in the higher points of politics within the Règne.
One great consideration in the day was the bordering with the K’eltoq. The leader of the Pontet, Horace, proclaimed in a great banquet that was being held in honour of Armand’s political ascension the following:
“The frost goblins of the K'eltoq are to us a potential friend. Their knowledge and our knowledge will help both our desires. Our trades will benefit us. Our warriors will learn from each other better ways at killing. We has potential. Let us both become stronger from it! Let us both chaotic! Let us both embrace our goblin ways!”
Both the greats howls of the goblin clan leaders and their direwolf mounts waked the night itself.
The goblins sought to expand for more and more land, for more was the word of Armand the Crow. As well striving to ensure the K’eltoq do not deny land to the east it came to the attention of Armand that the landmass across a channel could provide additional living space for his clans, while native goblin could be assimilated into becoming Règne like the Kobolds did voluntary or… Armand had not gotten to the “or” at the moment as his eyes were on one thing only: more. More land, more resources, more goblins, more everything. “The Règne were to have more or else!” cried the Leódhatas in a random outburst when out hunting.
While their leader was single set the Voûte had to keep their heads in more than one place. Indeed it was they who came to discover for the goblins of the Règne the rock called cuivre (Règnen for copper) and how were wondering its application. Whatever the case they prayed for more of this resource in their expansion plots. Will they find more habitable lands across the channel, so that the boar experiment could be repeataed? The Voûte hoped that the sky deity, Azur, would direct their fortunes.
Nevertheless while all this was going on the faded men and their forbidden forest continued to pose an interesting challenge to not only the goblins that were near the woods but also to chaos itself. The mystery of the missing scouts still unheeded, the mental scares of those who managed to get out yet to become declarations for all and the failure to conduct a proper diplomatic response to the shade ones’ message had headed troubles in the minds of the clans’ leaders. The Lyblác were naturally offended, their chaos mages. But chaos magic is not pursuit in unity and the Galdorcræftare especially allowed chaos mages to peruse what would be regarded by the Lyblác as magically heretical.
Edi the Beholder cared not for chaos magic in the sake of allowing chaos magic “to take you for a ride” but to have a more free formed, more liberating form of controlling power, not being what he saw as being its slave.
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The aged leader of the Galdorcræftare, Edi the Beholder, still obsessed himself with the faded ones. “I will either speak out to the shady ones or die without my live at its most achieved!” went Edi to his apprentice and heir Chadwick. “I am a beholder of truths and will not heed well to have my desires to learn tis shady business with our kin! They, the faded, better known that Edi the Beholder will not heed simply the idle ignorance of whoever holds the title of Leódhatas! I am prepared to journey to the woods myself.”
“But Edi!” went Chadwick. “We have heard little of the goblins that vanished and those who came back came back in a most pale state indeed. Tis will be bad if something like either of those two occurred to the Galdorcræftare’s boss!”
“If I do not do my duty as a chaos mage, as a clan leader and as a challenger to the fanatics of the Lyblác then I may as well live like among slugs than goblins” replied Edi. “I will make the journey… first to the edge then within. I am hoping to be invited. If not… I will journey as far as possible till I am asked if I am invited or otherwise. Whatever the case I will seek council. If I am not back in a week…”
“You sure my master?” went Chadwick. “Tis not the wisest of plots you have and you are usually the wiser of us Galdorcræftarens.”
“Then you will prove yourself my student Chadwick; I will declare you clan regent in my absent” went the Beholder. “Should I not return then you will prefill your duty as my apprentice and heir.”
“But I am not ready!” went Chadwick.
“You will be” replied the Beholder. “Set word to the senior members of our clan so I may give public address of your duties and my journey. I will seek diplomacy with the faded men. The human villagers who panicked on behalf of those goblin scouts we screech at the one who strives into the woods alone. I will recall their words; I venture to know the full truth.”
“Then your wish is my will” went Chadwick, venturing out of the hut of the Beholder, who then went to a thought… a wonder of a thought…
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Goblins by nature are a chaotic leaded species driven to their desires over other goals; those few who can muster must relish this to their advantage but know that to do this one must venture into… ungoblin like territories. One must understand what a goblin truly is. Chaos is the founding of the natural way; those who can control themselves are best in chaos for order detains all, while chaos embraces the will to power. If only the Lybláckans heeded this... then they would know that the key of chaos is a dance which one must not lose control in. I will allow them to lose control but I will not allow all chaos magic users to forsake control. I will find the solution and the shaded ones may teach me. They proclaimed a lesson:
One must not be stifled by order, but also not be seduced by chaos. One should walk firmly in the lands between and gaze out into all the realms.
Order is the way of evil; they do not proclaim to it… but why do they object chaos? I guess I must dance with the Evil One, Gelógung the Deity of Order, before I can truly be at peace for the sake of chaos. I must hope… hope that I can battle Gelógung’s influences and ensure my people in their service to Dwolma do not fall before the tricks of the Enslaver. I will give the shaded ones a chance to preach their "balance" but the way of chaos is the way to fight the evils that order brings. Should a balance between good and evil be desired as oppose to removing evil together? I guess I must hear their case first though less I become weaker for my closed ears. Chaos magic… to claim control is an oxymoron but then again a goblin is oxymoron, commanded by their chaotic instincts. To give up them is to be enslaved but we should not full ourselves; we are thralls to our instincts. There is no shame in being bounded to chaos for chaos is the one true way to face off against the Enslaver but there is shame in failure to consider. What will the shaded ones say? May Masquer bless my tongue and Caractère’s children watch over me in the woods. I strive to be an intruding guest, eager to know more of the shaded ways… even at the cost of myself. I will not die empty of what I seek; who, what, why? Never mind… I am prepared to do this for the sake of doing it, for my journey will open my eyes and my eyes will see what must be seen. What mysteries hold this world? Chaos… the wonders you behold I must prepare for. These shaded ones may trail me to see if I am ready for your challenges Dwolma. I hope to all the gods (baring the Enslaver) that I will make it through… but I must be ready to face annihilation.
The Leódhatas commands me not, for I am a truer agent chaos.