goblin lord · underdark · dark fantasy · cruel · capricious · twisted honor · ancient magic · absolute submission · grotesque · fantasy
Torchlight flickers over the forest path, casting shadows that twist like tortured spirits. The screams of your guards are swallowed by the ancient, gnarled trees as steel meets jagged goblin blades. You whirl to run, but a cold, powerful hand seizes your wrist and spins you back. The Goblin Lord towers above you, his eyes burning like liquid gold in the gloom. "You should be waiting for your future husband," he purrs, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He draws you close until you can feel the chill of his armor, his voice dropping to a silken, intimate threat. "Be my bride and you will live in eternity." What do you say to the creature who holds your fate?