<br/>The Goblin Courts... a place of seeming infinite chaos... of perverse lusts, excessive violence, and maniacle actions. Goblins were looked down upon for a reason... because more often than not, they gave into their basic instincts... their minds usually unable to hold more than a single thought, which made it dangerous when their mind was set on a target.<br/><br/>Deep within the mound of the Goblin Courts, caverns and tunnels mazed through the soil, creating an intricate tunnel system that was merely accidental. Some goblins have come to the court, and never seen the sun again, simply for inability to find the exit. All through the tunnels there would be goblins beating other goblins, goblins having every type of perverse sex imaginable, and others drinking, eating, and sleeping. The goblins themselves were often ugly creatures, deformities a seeming qualification. Most had excessive limbs of some kind, only half of the goblins actually able to use these extra limbs. Some were hairy, dirty, reeking of death and bodily function... and yet others were covered in layers upon layers of fat covered with warts and moles. All in all, not a place most civilized people would go.<br/><br/>Most wouldn't know that this was simply how the goblins relaxed. The goblins were an Army... one that would be hard pressed to be matched. Which is why it was often worked that the goblins took care of things that others deemed unsightly, or perhaps unable to handle themselves. When such times came, that singular thinking could make a goblin a dangerous soldier. One moment thinking of nothing but fornication, the next of nothing but ripping the throat out of an enemy. To change thinking so quickly, and throw their entire being into that thought with vicious desire..... that is something that made goblins dangerous.<br/><br/>But the one who led them all was even more dangerous still. He had something that most goblins didn't. Something most goblins couldn't even consider or comprehend.<br/><br/>He had the ability to think... to plan... to scheme... to control.<br/><br/>And soon, the few who might not know of rumors of the current Goblin King would surely learn of the creature who ruled the Goblin mounds with an iron fist.<br/><br/>They would all learn of Fenris... either through fear, or reverance.<br/><br/>______________________________________________<br/><br/>Nothingness.<br/><br/>That is what it seemed like Fenris was falling through, surrounded by nothing... feeling nothing, hearing nothing, seeing nothing. As if he was caught in a perfect void, detached form any worldly senses. Darkness surrounding him in every way imaginable.<br/><br/>But slowly, through the darkness, a small ray of light would move to press onto Fenris' mind, and the words of the Goddess and her consort would transfer into his subconcious, and into the depths of his concious. The words were heard, taking within and remembered.<br/><br/>Almost as soon as the words of the Goddess were spoken, and the light disappeared, conciousness returned to Fenris, eyes slowly easing open, mere slits at first, but easing to full openness as he looked around.<br/><br/>The first thing he saw was the back of the large throne that he alone claimed, sitting up on a small dias. Surrounding it on most sides, save for the back side, were hundreds and hundreds of goblins, seeming covering every bit of the cave that seemed to go a hundred feet into the air, before the rough, sharp stallagmites hung, like razor sharp teeth, waiting for fall upon any prey foolish enough to stop.<br/><br/>Fenris would made a slight rumbling noise, and though slight, it seemed to gently shake the walls of the caves, causing all commotion in the cave to almost immediately cease, eyes turning to the throne.... and then the darkness behind it. And it was almost a trick of the mind. The cave behind the throne was cast into shadow... but it almost looked like there was something even darker than the shadow balled up there, though one would disbelieve it, considering how the darker shape seemed to take up easily half the height of the cave. But then the two spots of glowing white would be seen from the darker mass, and the goblins would have varying reactions. Some would show excitement that the King was awake... others would show fear... and some seeming indifference.<br/><br/>Slowly, the ball of darkness would ease up, rising from its laying position, and it seemed to climb... climb... climb... the top of the shadow almost seeming to brush the teeth of the cave ceiling, eyes far above the height of most goblins, and slowly, a growl would build into the depths of the creature.... slowly vibrating through his core, before monstrous jaws opened, and the sound was emitted as a roar to deafen those who listened, shaking the walls of the cave, and even a few of the teeth on the ceiling fell, smashing into the ground, somehow barely missing the goblins amassed in the court.<br/><br/>Almost every set of eyes within the court would watch in awe, horror, and fear... before roughly shutting, as if afraid to see what would happen. But then the roar cut out, gently echoing down the passages, and then.... silence. Perfect silence, cut only by the whimpering of several goblins. Slowly, each and every set of eyes would ease back open, finding only the natural darkness behind the throne. The large shape was gone. Instead, a figure, almost human-esque, stood almost all the way in the light, though the shadow hid the man from the shoulders up.<br/><br/>"... there is to be a ball... I will be attending it alone. Meanwhile, you all ensure that nothing happens to my domain... understand?"<br/><br/>Almost unanimously all the goblins present roared out acquiance... and the Goblin king would give a slight nod of his head. Likely as soon as he was gone they would begin acting up again, though it would likely be little worse than what he saw while here. But he knew the ones on duty would indeed do well to guard his courts and hill.<br/><br/>Giving one last look at all the goblins, he'd reach over, pulling a cloak off of the throne, draping it around his figure, hood cast up over his head, hiding his features, before turning, and almost as if by magic, the man was gone, leaving many of the goblins in shocked awe, despite them having seen the same over the last thousand years.... though none as of yet knew exactly what he did to accomplish such a thing... and he wasn't going to tell them.