Heinzdraft, King of Kobolds and his old under empire.
Blackened blue light washes over the kobold king. The Blue cap Baron squats on his blood red ruby throne. A towering elderly gentleman, long of nose and large of moustache. His hair large and bushy, frayed grey wires zigzagging like ash lightning bolts. Long fingers draped themselves over the arms of the royal seat. His long legs ended in twin red curled boots. His beady black eyes pierce the gloom, glittering with a mischievous inner light.
Under him the under folk toiled. Green caps ran to and fro carrying this and that, backs curved and weighed down under the mineral riches. The goblins argued and bickered preparing tricks and traps for the surface dwellers. A committee of them preparing to present the latest gadget to the king. Wistful sprites dance around the room throwing flickering shades of light in every direction.
Heinzdraft sits above all else. His kingdom spanning the deep, his eyes and ears everywhere.
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