Set in a time long forgotten, an age forged by beings long dead.
Picture a village of blossoming flowers and a well-knit community.
There stands to be a loving and surprisingly well-performing Clan of Red-Rock Goblins in an isolated part of the World.
The village is located in the center of a ring of grey-wan mountains.
The clouds shelter them from the heavens, the mountains shelter them from the chaos and the ground connects them to hell.
They are one of three Red-Rock Goblin Clans that remain unextinct.
The rest were too kind for their claws and evil diets to prevail.
The village rarely makes contact with external forces. The only times they leave their isolated spot is when they need to collect a blue herb called -Frankois- from the nearby forest of bushy green that engulfs the mountains.
