Once upon a time, Some King in Some Land was missing...
Wait... *whispers from off camera
Okay.
The Goblin King is Missing, and if the Goblins find out, there will be a war.
The G.O.O.P, or the Global Operating Over-all Police, are trying to keep it under wraps by hiring some mercenaries to find him
Or just picking some random people off the street and offering them money.
A cold breeze blows through the town of Dry Hook. A young Spell-Born boy, his eyes slightly glowing blue, sporting a ripped, small top hat and overalls that were too big for him, walks down a path with no shoes on. Under his arm, he was holding 6 posters, and in his hand a bucket of glue. He stopped in front of a wall, which said TODAY’S NEWS. The boy set down his things and grabbed a ladder that was always behind the Wall. He put up the ladder and glued the poster to the wall. He stepped down. Before leaving for the next one, he looked at the poster, trying to read it. He never learned to read, but he knew a few words. Gob... Goblin. His mother always told him to stay away from that word, but he read on. Goblin kin… kind? No that was a G. King. Goblin King… miss... Man... oh well. Probably stupid anyway, because goblins are as well.
Everyone who had been under the watchful eye of the G.O.O.P had been sent a letter. The Letter is as stated;
Wait... *whispers from off camera
Okay.
The Goblin King is Missing, and if the Goblins find out, there will be a war.
The G.O.O.P, or the Global Operating Over-all Police, are trying to keep it under wraps by hiring some mercenaries to find him
Or just picking some random people off the street and offering them money.
A cold breeze blows through the town of Dry Hook. A young Spell-Born boy, his eyes slightly glowing blue, sporting a ripped, small top hat and overalls that were too big for him, walks down a path with no shoes on. Under his arm, he was holding 6 posters, and in his hand a bucket of glue. He stopped in front of a wall, which said TODAY’S NEWS. The boy set down his things and grabbed a ladder that was always behind the Wall. He put up the ladder and glued the poster to the wall. He stepped down. Before leaving for the next one, he looked at the poster, trying to read it. He never learned to read, but he knew a few words. Gob... Goblin. His mother always told him to stay away from that word, but he read on. Goblin kin… kind? No that was a G. King. Goblin King… miss... Man... oh well. Probably stupid anyway, because goblins are as well.
Everyone who had been under the watchful eye of the G.O.O.P had been sent a letter. The Letter is as stated;