The Cave from Gobischkevrot! by Goblin Hovel

BAALKRYTH: Vae tagt din Hamunschk! Vae tagt din Hamunschk!

ALL: Raidboss! Raidboss! Raidboss!

SKRAPTIF: Heheh, some party, eh human? And it’s all for you! You must be honored! After all, it’s rare we get a human in these places these days. Oh, but I forget my . . . muh . . . erm, Ghirrul!

GHI: eh?

SKR: Vyd vor din sprukh ym hamunschk ev “ilvischvesch?”

GHI: Manners!

SKR: Grazh’nubh! Manners! I forget my manners. I am Skraptif! I am the raidboss of this clan. We’re called the Moon’s Fists. You might’ve heard of us, yes? After all the lads are always singing about . . .

GHI: Hamunsckhe nekenne Gobischkesprukh.

SKR: (audible facepalm) Oh, zoggit, yeah, you lot don’t understand our words. Right. Well then, we come to the problem. I know we’re great. Now, seeing as how we duffed you up good, you know we’re great too. But do the rest of the humans where you come from know we’re great? Nah, didn’t think so. Not good, that. Humans need to be reminded. Reminded of what we done to ‘em, why they ain’t gods of this world anymore. So listen good. Not like you got much else to do. Our story, the story of all of us here in this cave, begins not so long ago when humans were far more common . . .

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