He grunted as he lifted his heavy hammer onto his shoulders to move it so it was besides his throne. He was feeling the years of his age and being king taking its toll. King Fradlok, he thought of his name to himself. For thirty long years, he has been king of the Goblins and has ensured they had their place in the world that was constantly stomping upon his people. When his predecessor passed away, a king who preferred to sit on his throne and let the world pass by, he knew he had to change the course of his people. 