A group of chained Elves

"So, technically I am on the continent of Aduiam to the far south, far from the lands of Tomarc and in the home of the Dark Elves?"

"Indeed, Kazex," Said Rhohesya, her face pointed forward without a single glance towards Kazex.

"And judging by the fact you targeted me, a goblin specifically, I take it there are more of my kind here?" Kazex questioned, "That you've been doing this experiment of yours for Spirits know how long?"

"What do you think?" Rhohesya said rhetorically, never turning her face.

Kazex simply grunted and left it there, matching her pace as they walked towards their destination. Looking around, he was treated to far more Elven architecture than he ever saw in his entire life - the first time he ever laid eyes on it. Elegant curves and arches, beautiful swaying lines and wall motifs painted in shades of blue, indigo, violet and black, contrasted by wicked-looking scrimshaws that lent an air of malice and crude savagery. Totemic masks and skulls of animals adorned the walls, trophies displaying the hunter's prestige and skill.

Soon they reached a large set of black wooden doors, heavy and imposing and deterring to intruders.

"This is where you will work, Kazex," Rhohesya informed him, "Where those we've selected for breeding will be kept."

The guards opened the doors, and both Rhohesya and Kazex stepped into the room.

At least a dozen Dark Elven women and men each were chained to the walls through iron collars, confined to soft, fine beds and completely bereft of clothing and modesty, their soft, luscious chocolate-coloured skin on full display. All looked in terror at the approaching Princess, some daring to inch closer with hope or desperation in their eyes only to gasp at the discomfort on their necks.

Kazex could see other Dark Elves in modest robes with clipboards in their hands, their posture straight and confident, all glaring at him with the same disgust as the rest of their kind as their hands rested naturally on the pommels of their swords and daggers.

"This is the designated breeding room, where you will be helping us test a new alchemical solution of ours," Rhohesya turned to face Kazex, her eyes now reflecting interest, "When you drink it, it is supposed to change the nature of your... semen, where instead of breeding Goblin offspring, you will breed Elven off-spring instead."

Now this was news to him, and it gave him a brief idea of the experiment's purpose.

"Ah, speaking of which..."

The grunting and gargling of his mother tongue was audible from behind the doors as they opened to reveal close to at least two dozen more fellow Goblins, each ostensibly struggling with their captors as they were shoved into the room. Thankfully, none of them are Goblins you recognise or bear your tribe's markings. Not so thankfully, you realise you'll have to share the Elves with them.

"Kazex, I would like for you to translate my commands to them," Rhohesya ordered.

You simply nodded in response.

"All of you goblins, listen up," Rhohesya ordered, her voice booming like a regal queen, "You are here to breed these Elves chained to the beds; all of them found guilty of crime by our laws. It is not your place to question anything or defy my commands, only that you breed them when we want you to. If you dare defy my command or try to escape, rest assured you will die a swift and painful ****, and even if you do manage to escape the confines of this palace of mine, you will not get far in these unfamiliar lands."

The Goblins lacked any fighting spirit long before now, but Rhohesya's words hammered into their minds the reality of their situation, so they stopped struggling.

"If, however, you perform your duties well and give us great results, then I can promise you... greater freedom," Rhohesya added, her eyes shining with devious cunning, "Maybe I might give you better accomodations, maybe I might pay you in good coin. All of that, however, depends on you. Will you uselessly try to escape into a wild man's land you are unfamiliar with, or attempt to make the best of your situation?"

Faced with their circumstances, was there truly a choice for them? A chorus of nods followed, which elicited a smile of satisfaction from the Dark Elven Princess.

"Good, now line up and we shall assign you to your respective breeding stock," Rhohesya said.