[A few sheets of crumpled paper, marked with bits of blood, rat fur, and stinking of the sewers, is found wedged in the doorway of the Library. Despite its state, the writing remains clear. ]

Humans stupid. They forget other beasts, like goblins and kobolds, write too. They no know lots of stuff, like great tale of Deebek. Is tale good enough for great store of written stuff. Better.

Chapter 1

-Deebek's Clan-

There no sense of time in Dark. Always Dark, all the time. But know this was long ago, when elder goblins small, and their elders even smaller. Once upon time, there was great tribe- Grashmog Clan. (Mean "heart of battle" for dumb pink humans.) Grashmog Clan like great river- carved out home in middle of Dark by pure force. Great band of warriors- hardy goblins. Cracked bones with only teeth, fought rothe-beasts bare-handed for fun.

When tentacle-face men come, goblin shamans protect warriors from mind daze, and Grashmog fight back. With hammers and axe, they crack skulls, pull tentacles off, drink blood soup. Tentacle men bring slaves- tiny grey gnomes, and many beasties. Grashmog goblins smash and bash many gnomes, and capture beasties for food. Tentacle men never return, and Grashmog live in peace for a time.

Dark Elves come, stalk Grashmog camp from shadows. Sneaky. Cowardly. They have fear for Grashmog Clan, but won't say it loud. Surprise! When they finally came into light of camp fire, Grashmog goblins ready for them. Drow can't hide stink of elf even from shadows, and best goblin warriors sensed them. Without surprise element, Dark Elves lose many- more than expected. Retreated, and Grashmog left alone.

Two great enemies forced away. Grashmog Clan leader- mighty shaman of Maglubiyet Mizlyx, he happy. Them two done, he sent Grashmog troops every which way into dark, seek gold, meat and glory. Three great things for Grashmog Clan. And it worked. Grashmog gain many slaves, find shiny goldies, magic stuff. And fame. Many things in Dark learn of Grashmog Clan.

Not all things very nice.