The first thing I felt was the anti-magic zone suffocating the air like a hot humid day. It felt like it was restricting access to my magical core. After a few turns, we entered the warrens. To call it chaos was an understatement. The warrens themselves were a massive cavern here the center had – at one point anyway – a plaza for goblins to congregate. This branch’s warren was smaller due to constraints from previous wars, but still large enough for the Goblins to feel comfortable. It was completely destroyed as Inferi and cultists were flooding the mini Goblin city. The sides of the cavern had stairs and paths that led to the homes of the goblins. Those homes circled the cavern all the way to the top. Many of those homes and buildings were engulfed in green fire – Fiendfyre. Near the plaza was a larger home that was for the branch manager and the king. Brazier that once had fire, were extinguished, causing the warren to glow with a sickly green hue from the Fiendfyre. 