In the days when Morgrim ruled Dynkyr alone, the Urok gave themselves over to fear and to unnatural propagation. For they were greatly troubled by the fecundity of Man and warned that in time no other nation would stand against the numbers the Humans would command.
Fear turned them toward desperation.
By that time the sorcerers of men had grown bold in their imitation of the Fairy witches of old. In seeking mastery over the majk that had been the source of so much sorrow in Erenth, they experimented with forces beyond their understanding and summoned powers from beyond the curtain of the heavens. For this their own people cast them out from their settlements and some came to the Urok in spite.
The Urok, in their dread of dwindling place and fading memory, submitted themselves to arts and pacts ill-considered. Whether by their own design or by corruption wrought through those summoned powers, they were transformed. In each generation their forms grew more coarse and their spirits more burdened, until they became creatures more beast than Besnir.
Thus arose the gobelins.
Some among their line mingled further with the children of the Jotinir, and from those unions came trolls and ogres and the so-called Hill People, of whom Lothar was chieftain and scourge of many realms.
In time the gobelins forgot the people they had once been. No memory of ancient dignity remained among them, only a bitterness without measure and a hatred for all the Besnir that surpassed reason.
Thus was fear made flesh.
Morgrim was Regn for one and forty and two hundreds of years before he died, having seen the corruption of an ancient race and the rise of new terrors. He was succeeded by Hafgrim the Regn.
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