Wart and the other goblins took the field, a riot of individually scrounged armor and weapons.
The goblins didn’t wear uniforms. They didn’t have the elves’ tactical acumen, the dwarves’ smithing, or even the human’s martial discipline.
But they had experience. Under the mountains, each goblin was a country unto themselves, which made each soldier a veteran of a thousand daily wars, only momentarily paused. They were commanded through fear and hatred by their strongest, riding a snarling wolf.
But command was given to the strong, and battles were full of danger. On the front line, Wart made his plans.

“Mean Goblin” by Tobias Bomm is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

Everyday Drabbles © 2019-2026 Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

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