Whom can you trust?
Do not trust the orc. His might excels his mind and he knows not what is good for him. He will tear the lash from masters hand, even if it means his demise. He will always give in to his instinct to fight. Send him to the mines. Let his anger and strength be taken out upon the rock.
Do not trust the mutant nor the beastman. Who knows what diseases or curses they carry within their veins? Their very presence corrupts the order and civilisation we have endeavoured to build over the centuries. Let the northern tribes put their faith in such blunt instruments. Clad them in irons and work them to death far from sight of our cities.
Do not trust the goblin. His cowardice may be your downfall. Many a foolish Dawi , whose shame is now hidden behind an iron mask, has previously put his faith in a legion of these creatures only to see them rout at the first sight of blood. Send him to the workshops and factories. He is small and he may toil within the inner workings of the machines. Keep him far from the sword or spear he fears so.
Do not trust the elf. He may appear frail in body but his mind is sharper than a hellforged blade. And those spindly limbs contain an unseen strength and agility that we underestimate at our peril. Send him to the daemonsmith. Draw his blood from his body and burn his corpse.
Do not trust the man. The man can be trained but never truly broken. Ideals of freedom and fairness burn within his soul that no amount of oppression can put out. Work him to death. Do not give him time to dwell upon such philosophies.
Do not trust the rat-man. His uses are few and treachery is the only language he speaks. Kill him on sight.
Do not trust the ogre. His might is great but his wit is lacking. Simple language may help him achieve a goal. Yet do not expect the ogre to adapt or make decisions on his own. Treat him as you would a machine. Feed him as you would feed the fires of engine, and he will perform the simple tasks you require.
So whom can you trust?
Trust the hobgoblin. Trust his cruelty. Trust his malice. Trust his willingness to survive.
Trust in the fact that he will hate you and fear you in equal measure. He will fear you and follow your orders. He will hate you, and only ever dare to express this anger to those beneath his whip.
Trust in the fact that he knows that you know he cannot be trusted. He will not dare to make a move against you.
And trust in the fact, that no matter how much he hates you, the orc, the beastman, the goblin, the elf, the man, the rat-man and the ogre hate him more.
You are hidden behind walls of stone. You do not dirty your hands with the taming of slaves. So the hobgoblin is the face of the oppressor.
Trust in the fact that for better or worse, he has made his choice. He can never go back.
Thus spoke Xarathustra.