The Élysée Palace had founded itself the domain of Grand Prince Heagel van Hindenberg, after after the failure to expand into the unground of Paris and make a more goblin-friendly metropolis to serve as his capital. 'Cowardice hindered my plans!' though Heagel. 'By Jareth why can't I have minions can do not get scarred of any skulls they see?' Of course the Grand Prince did knew there were reasons to fear; back in their home-world the goblin kingdoms had interacted with necromancers and it was rumoured in the human land of Britain that a dark wizard known as Alan Moore practice sinister manics. Whatever the case the fear of necromancy was just enough but then again a harmless skull seemed to have scarred the goblins who ventured to the depths of Paris...
"Grand Prince!" spoke a guard in violet robes with tin helmet to the Grand Prince who was in dark blue grown with his monocle shining "I bring wordz of hiz return!"
"Whoz?" spoke the Grand Prince.
"Lord Brice Seigneur, Grand Prince!" spoke the guard, as a shorter than average goblin entered in a dark green army uniform, his cyan skin covered only with his hat and a short bit of reddish hair at the back.
"General..." spoke Heagel.
"Meh boy Prince I..." began Brice.
"Grand" interrupted Heagel.
"O... meh Grand Prince I dour forcies report that the Franks have not vowed to serve your greatness. Dat Germans may learn but south and..."
"I know" spoke Heagel "I would zike to know whyz zou came to greet ze?"
"O... well... I like to volunteer mehself to take zay westlings back into your dominion, meh Grand Prince!"
"Zat was zour job in the first place."
"Pardon?"
"While General Ariel Ceaster was busy beating zee Germans you were supposed to watch da Frenchies."
"But da was a good watch I put up!"
"Hinderling said your were bathing in wine in Burgundy."
"Hinderling say that?"
"Hinderling zaid that, ves!"
"But zat Radin likes to lie, you know?"
"Radin Hinderling had a photo."
"A what?"
"A human conception I have taken great fondness to. I have a... captured image of you bathing in a wine barrel under the cozy Zun."
"Err..."
"I will you zee chance to redeem yourself..."
"Em... thank..."
"...later time.
"...you... whatz?!
"I have decided that while I send Ceaster to continue the offensive in Germany I will zend my brother Bernd to zee to da matter of la French resistance in zee west."
"But meh Prince! I can..."
"GRAND PRINCE!"
"...head off and..."
"Address me proper!"
"...to see... I mean... Grand Prince: allow me the chance to..."
"Zno!"
"But..."
"Zno!"
"...my sire I must..."
"Zno!"
"I can prove..."
"I zay zno!"
"But..."
"ZNO! ZNO! ZNO!"
"Understood meh sire. I will go to..."
"Your not going back to wine baths! I am sending you to oversee the guarding of zee project of my genius."
"Grand Prince?"
"Why I have designed myself a new complex; a steam based manufacturing complex to allow me to build up my industrial arsenal so I can build Lutinburg and conquer zhis land."
"Guard duty? I am a..."
"Disgrace, yes you are; prove me wrong and serve under my brother Claude's dominion as he oversees my megafactory."
"If... that is zour..."
"Now go and get a warg rider to get you there! Zee site to be between this city and da Versailles place; zis will be a good project!"
"Of course my Grand Prince. I will get on meh way..."
"Zhen do!"
The General left the palace as Heagal turned to a human servant "could you get zee wine? I fancy a wine bath."