"This is Old Tongue, a goblin language too intertwined with wolf for me to understand fully, but I can make out what we goblins call the great Exodus, when many of the tribes left the forests of this realm. Allthough there are many variantions on this story, most goblins beleive we left after a dispute between the goblin and wolf leaders. What is interesting here is that it appears our king, the tenth decendent of s'clarag, led his kin from this land unwillingly, in fact it looks as if his brutes rounded up the tribes and left allmost overnight. What happens next though I need no text to share. We traveled to the northern mountains and were scattered at the Battle of the Red River, and after that our tale is one of sorrow." I stare at the text and try to decifer a small scrawling at the bottom. "Ftanitorn........thats prophecy...This writing on the bottom predicts that tribes of goblins will make there way back to thier homeland one day, in a time of darkness....I am thinking I am the first, how long before darkness decends on this land I know not, but it would appear this text is very vaulable indeed. Sadly I can only decifer what is relevent to goblins, for it has traces of Scauwntish, a northern dialect I am vaugly familier with. Perphaps someone else can read this"