Hobgoblin

Prosperity, progress and power. These were the defining features offered by the
ancient Hobgoblin people; a proud and united race with a perfect mix of combatant
abilities and snide tactics.

One city razed too many, one too many ally turned enemy - one too many
pasture turned pestilent.

Division of the nations was the enemy's strength; united, they overturned the
Hobgoblin dominion.

Defeated and exhausted - with no choice, retreat and exile were their only
option. Under ground they went, and underground they stayed...But what is life without living?

Father Time has taken his toll, and the Hobgoblins have made their sacrifice.
Blind, battered and befouled. This is no way to go, but what is forgotten
is best kept buried.