He doesn’t rise. He doesn’t shout. He just points a jagged longsword at the muddy floor in front of him.
He grins. The metal plate over his jaw makes it look like his face is splitting in half. goblinoids 5e
The General’s Last Grotto System: D&D 5e Tone: Gritty humor / low-fantasy military The tunnel smells of wet fur, rusted iron, and boiled leather. You follow the dripping sound to a natural cavern lit by a single guttering torch. There, slouched on a throne of broken shields and gnoll skulls, sits General Kettrik “Ironjaw” — a hobgoblin with a missing ear, a jaw plated in riveted scrap metal, and one eye that tracks you like a crossbow. He doesn’t rise
He tosses a leather pouch onto the floor between you. It clinks. He grins
He leans back. The throne groans.
The fire pops. Shadows make the cave walls seem to crawl with old victories: a faded banner of Maglubiyet, a line of goblin skulls on stakes, and a crude map of the surrounding valley marked with tiny banners.