Well... it took the H.P. Lovecraft thing a bit literally, also holy crap! Apparently the rumor was that the goblins were summoning Cthulu or something...

As Sarah crept through the cave, she could hear the scurrying of the goblins' tiny feet on the rocks. Her elven eyes easily pierced through the darkness, and she could make out the silhouettes of the creatures as they worked.

The cave was vast and sprawling, with twisting tunnels that seemed to go on forever. The walls were lined with slimy, green moss that dripped with moisture. In the distance, Sarah could hear the faint sound of running water.

As she approached the goblin's lair, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that this was a dangerous mission, but she had no idea just how terrifying it would become.

Peering around a corner, Sarah's eyes widened in horror as she saw what the goblins were working on. They were huddled around a large, grotesque statue, carved from a dark, ancient stone. The statue was of a creature so terrifying that Sarah felt her sanity slipping away just from looking at it.

It was a creature with a thousand tentacles, each one writhing and undulating in an otherworldly dance. The eyes of the creature were black pits of madness, and Sarah could feel its malevolent gaze upon her.