king Algar

The commander of the goblin armies stood there in her red rags and dull metal armour. Her light green skin tingled in the glow of her king and saviour. Without him her life would be a continuous stream of being bread and giving birth until she died from too many pregnancies or a rival female attacking her. She looked up at him. Her eyes focused on his delicate features and high cheekbones. A common feature in elves. But unlike most elves his eyes shone with his purple magic. And his body was clad in black robes and dull black armour.