(http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x289/xxredmoon01xx/Jareth%20the%20Goblin%20King/Jareth01Siggy.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><em>High above the smog clouds which blanket Goblin City the spire of the Goblin King pierces the heavens.</em></span>Lying sprawled across his throne one foot resting on the back of one unlucky goblin Jareth, Lord of the Labyrinth, gazes over steeple fingers intently into a crystal sphere that floats before his eyes. He ignores the attempts of his subjects to hold an absurd parody of court combined with a farmer’s market around him. Gnarl, his Major Domo, chases away an unruly rooster from the dais with his cane.<br/><br/>Hobgoblins perch in alcoves cackling as they shoot spitballs at Jareth’s footstool. Kobolds march in time patrolling the throne room, before one trips sending them all to the floor in a clatter of mismatched armor and weapons.  A phoenix, brilliant with its scarlet and orange plumage, sings a song of woe and longing for the freedom of the open skies from its wrought iron cage. Its lament enough to bring tears to most good creature’s hearts. Still Jareth is oblivious to the chaos happening around him. The objects cast within holding his focus. At times he smiles at what he views in his crystal ball, at others his eyes take on a malevolent gleam. Sweat pours from the goblin at Jareth’s feet as his arms begin to shake. One of his mischievous fellows lights a stick from the phoenix’s tale and begins to poke at his foot. He yelps in pain to the delight of the others.<br/><br/>A sudden appearance startles the court as a female pushes through the great doors to the hall. Guards rush to stand before the throne and as goblins slink off into the shadows. Even Gnarl cringes behind the armored Kobolds as he peers around them to catch a glimpse at this intruder. Jareth merely casts a side long glance at the disturbance and smirks before focusing again on the sphere bobbing lazily in the air.<strong>“What took you, my dear?”</strong>