For the record... this is not to be taken seriously. I apologize for any spelling/grammar mistakes
They met in the subterranean tunnels of Goblin Town. There, they professed undying love to each other, beneath the glowing cavern of worms. However, their secret passion could not last. Lady Poppy, mistress and lover of the Goblin King, was beloved of all her people. This is the tale of how she left behind her world for the sake of her people.
The drums had begun sounding in the deep. Intruders had been apprehended within the Goblin realm; on the front door step no less. They were now being lead through the glorious tunnels of the mountain, to be judged and executed by her beloved, Scrotinimus the Third. She glanced sideways and caught her lover's eye. He smiled, revealing stained, chipped tombstone like teeth. Inwardly, Poppy smiled. Such a beautiful smile.
She was drawn out of her reveries as a great mass of Goblin warriors, howling and screaming, dragged the intruders before the benign king. Through the mass, Poppy counted 13 figures, clothed in barbaric garments. How savage they looked when compared with the regal guard, which even now where forming steps to allow the king to descend majestically from his throne. As he began to speak, Poppy noticed, to her disgust, that the 13 intruders where dwarves. She dwelt on this horrifying premonition for many minutes, ignoring the going on before her. It was only when the singing started that she became aware of her surroundings.
"bones will be shattered, necks will be wrung", warbled Scrotimius. He was blessed with an angelic voice. "You'll be beaten and battered, from racks you'll be hung." Poppy began to sing, her voice joining with the majestic swell of noise. "You will die down here and never be found. Down in the deeps of Goblin town!" Simply divine. Again Poppy drifted off, separate from the proceedings. As she was contemplating on her many escapades with Scrotimius, a shriek of terror came from said Goblin. An intricately worked sword lay on the ground before him, its blade just showing above the sheath.
"The Goblin cleaver! I know that sword! The beater; the biter; the blade which sliced a thousand Goblin necks!" Poppy gasped in terror. She had heard horrifying tales of this sword.
"Murderers!" she cried, leaping to her feet, sending the stool she had been seated on flying. All eyes, including that of the 13intruders, snapped to her. She raised a quavering hand.
"Kill them!" she shrieked, "Kill the defiling monsters!"
A great white light swept across the scene, emitted by a soundless explosion. All present were knocked to the ground, including the Queen As Poppy struggled to her feet, a figure loomed out of the emptiness. A tall, skeletal figure, armed with a long staff and a gleaming blade.
"Take up arms!" the horrify apparition cried, as the other began struggling to their feet. Then, to Poppy's horror, a battle began.
