>>5785267Walking through marshlands was sometimes mortal, often dangerous and always unpleasant even for goblins. Contrary to popular belief goblins disliked marshlands as much as humans but, driven off the plains and forest by better armed elves, orcs and men they often had to hide there, even then, when they had the occasion they preferred to leave in caverns, forests or hills where they could avoid the stinking marshes. But for the snaga tribe there was no choice, they had to move undetected through marshlands because the main roads were controlled by the accursed imperials and other forces of the so called "good" and the underworld where agents of B'beg the terrible pursued them for their desertion. Of course B'beg considered them vermin and probably was not even aware of their fleeing but local orc chieftains, other goblins, dark elves and evil men who were deprived of their favourite snacks or torture victims must have complained to some middle managers in the colossal organisation of organised evil and those had decided to dispatch some scouts and warriors to kill the renegades. So the snaga tried to hide, ate rarely and some of them fell of exhaustion and were soon devoured by their comrades in true goblin fashion, some got lost in the marshes while following the instructions of their shaman who had his dreams more and more frequently about the location of their target but nothing more. Fortunately the main group survived and was ready to move on.
It was after many weeks, even months that they finally managed to get their hands on what they wanted, a lone shaman wandering in the wilds. Captured in his sleep he was brought before the leaders of the tribe. The old grizzled warchief Shitbag and his now enthusiastic shaman, Dumbgit. His visions guided him towards the faraway lands of Bifuria and precisely towards the place where the spirit of the boy king that their old master ordered to retrieve was hidden. And now they had it, they had the shaman containing the spirit, and it was time to act. Throwing a bucket of water on the green goblin they surrounded him and Shitbag began.
-Is it you who communicates with the boy king ?
The green shaman, realizing where he was looked at all of them and spat at the leader.
-I have nothing to say to you, snaga filth, release me or I shall burn you all with my magics and curse you and your brood ! Yours have no magical powers and displease even B'beg !
The fact that his people was reviled by even goblins that never saw them filled the snaga warchief with rage and he kicked the shaman in the ribs before grabbing him by the collar and telling.
-No, no, no... We have the favour of the Master now, so you will obey us or I shall burrow small holes in your chest and put man eater worms in it. I...
