In-between the great port cities of Weskport and Ruhaindo lies an isolated mountain range that few sane men would ever explore. Aside from the foul beasts, trolls, giants, and other assortment of dangerous monsters that dwell there lies one of Pannithor’s strangest dangers… Supreme, self-appointed master engineer King Lugnut McNuggins and his air born goblins of the Luftstreitkräfte tribe. No one knows what convinced these small, fiendish creatures to take to the air with cackling laughter and scandalous art emblazoned on their bi-wing airplanes or how King Lugnut McNuggins created such contraptions.
What we do know is that these rickety amalgamations of wood, canvas, and (we suspect) copious amounts of duck tape now form the central hubcap of McNuggins’ bombardment based strategy. Those who would besiege the great Luftstreitkräfte tribe’s cave lair must endure primitive grenades, careening boulders, and hungry, flying puppies (although the goblin “diplomats” insist these are peace keeping presents and everyone else is nefarious for failing to appreciate their fury friends, especially when fired from a proper mawpup launcher). Now the Luftstreitkräfte tribe has outgrown its underground cave network and is exploring the larger, above ground world. Woe to all who stand in their path, for there is no more awkward way for a man to die then by the many bazaar machinations of goblin madness which now spew forth from their mountain lair. The rest of Mantic is left to ponder and dread what McNuggin will build if he can find a Domivar shard…
