A Royal Gamble

[Bay]

The massive city loomed in the distance as the sun rose. A wall of stone and iron encircled the intimidating towers within as siege weapons rested atop the fortified perimeter, manned by hundreds of grey and reddish skinned hobgoblins.

The fields outside the walls were filled with slaves of every race and age, working the grummy farms as the steady cracks of whips snapped at the air. Thousands could be seen planting and harvesting, all to feed the war machine within.

A large gate sat just before the dark swirling moat that bubbled with a foul odor.

A bored looking hobgoblin in leather armor with an insignia on his chest shifted his spear as he signaled Gar to stop.

"What be your business here half-orc?"

Above the gate, a dozen or so smaller green goblins giggled as they pointed their crossbows at Gar.

"Not seen a mixed blood in some time," one of them squealed, "What they taste like, I wonder."