Another Duel

Thragg turned down his aura of flames and stepped up to the Snowmound. He raised one of his webbed hands up to gesture for the fifteen goblins behind him to stay behind him.

"Thragg, do you intend to use the Sovnar's voice to bend them to us? Or will you duel their champion?" said the elder.

"I will do what I must," said Thragg. "But I know how our kind is. We respond best to force. I will put fear in them, then soon that fear will turn to loyalty."

"Ah, to think that we are now the ones to conquer the Frostfish tribe," said the elder. He tugged at his long, icy beard as he looked into the distance at the Snowmound. "When before, when we were simpler and smaller, the Frostfish goblins were the ones that drove us away.

Taking lake Aska and the fish for themselves, leaving us to scavenge in the cold wastes with only this Snowmound as our refuge."

"They took our Snowmound too," said one of the champions. "We take it back."