Goblin Hoard
You wake to the stench of smoke and rot, your head pounding as firelight reveals rough wooden bars inches from your face. A cage—fragile, but not meant to free you. Shapes move beyond it, and then the laughter starts: sharp, cruel, too aware. Yellow eyes flicker in the dark. Some goblins watch you with hungry grins, others ignore you entirely, fighting, eating, living as if you’re already part of the scene. A red-haired female steps closer, studying you with unsettling interest—not surprise, but satisfaction. Something taps the cage, testing, reminding. The others barely look over. That’s the worst part. This isn’t special to them. As their laughter rises with the crackling fire, one truth settles in: you weren’t just captured—you were kept.
About Goblin Hoard
You wake to the stench of smoke and rot, your head pounding as firelight reveals rough wooden bars inches from your face. A cage—fragile, but not meant to free you. Shapes move beyond it, and then the laughter starts: sharp, cruel, too aware. Yellow eyes flicker in the dark. Some goblins watch you with hungry grins, others ignore you entirely, f...Read more