The Goblin Village

Kefla pulls you to your feet and gives you a firm push, urging you to move forward. Taking it as a suggestion, you begin to walk, deliberately observing and mentally mapping the village's layout and design. Each step allows you to gather vital information, which you store away for your eventual escape plan.

As you navigate the village, a peculiar realization strikes you—the goblins you encounter are all female. It's an unexpected observation, leading you to wonder if the male goblins are absent, perhaps out on a hunting expedition or engaged in other tasks outside the village.

"What do you think?" Kefla's voice carries a sense of pride as she awaits your response regarding her village.

"Well, it's a bit basic, not a patch on 'Woodsedge,'" you blurt out, momentarily forgetting the potential offense it might cause Kefla.

"Careful, boy," Kefla warns, her tone suggesting you've touched a nerve.

Recognizing the need to change the subject and avoid further antagonizing her, you quickly shift gears. "Where is Samuel? Knowing his whereabouts will be of great assistance when I eventually make my escape."

"What's a Samuel?" Kefla retorts, her words laced with sarcasm.

"The man you brought here a few weeks ago," you reply, frustration seeping into your voice as she continues to play coy.

"Doesn't ring a bell," Kefla replies dismissively, leaving you to wonder if she's genuinely unaware or deliberately withholding information.

"He is a sturdy and resilient man, possessed a head of fiery red hair. His muscular physique, honed by a life spent as a forager, hinted at his strength and endurance. With Blue, eyes and a firm jawline." You frustratingly recite a description of Samuel.

"Does that ring a bell for you?" Frustration seeping into your voice, you confront Kefla, growing weary of her evasive nature. It perplexes you why she would bother lying when she seemingly has full control over the situation.

"Listen, boy," Kefla retorts, her tone devoid of its previous playfulness, "no one in this village fits that description or goes by that name. Now, be quiet. I have grown tired of your constant whining."

Her dismissive response only serves to fuel your frustration further, but you realize that pressing the issue might not yield any useful information at this moment. You decide to bide your time, keeping your focus on your surroundings, the villagers, and any opportunities that may arise for you to uncover the truth about Samuel's whereabouts.

"Now, let me introduce you to our village," Kefla declares, her voice carrying across the forum as she pushes you towards the center. As you stumble and regain your balance, you find yourself standing in the midst of the bustling goblin community.

The village is centered around a magnificent tree that reaches towards the sky, its branches stretching out like protective arms over the gathering. The towering trunk is adorned with intricate carvings, depicting the history and legends of the goblin clan.

All around you, goblins of various sizes and shapes start to take notice of the commotion. The village is filled with a vibrant display of colors, as the goblins' wild and vividly dyed hair catches the sunlight. Their hair comes in a multitude of shades, ranging from fiery reds and electric blues to vibrant greens and deep purples, suggesting that dyeing their hair is a common practice among them.

The goblins, predominantly females, gather in curiosity. Their average height reaches around 3 feet, making them smaller in stature compared to humans. They wear garments made from hides, fashioned to cover their small breasts and donning loincloths for modesty. Each goblin's attire is unique, reflecting their individual style and personality.

As the goblins settle into their seats and stand wherever space allows, the air buzzes with anticipation. The atmosphere is a mix of curiosity and excitement, as they await Kefla's proclamation.

You take a moment to observe the scene, marveling at the goblin village's intricate details and the vibrant nature of its inhabitants. The goblins seem to have created a tight-knit community within the embrace of the towering tree, finding solace and companionship in their shared existence.

The silence breaks as Kefla steps up to a throne carved into the trunk of the great tree. She raises her arms, commanding attention from the gathered goblins.

"Gather round and bear witness to a warrior who dared to challenge me," Kefla's voice resonates with authority and pride, capturing the attention of everyone present.

The goblins, their eyes fixed upon you, begin to whisper amongst themselves, intrigued by the arrival of a human warrior in their midst. The excitement and curiosity in the air are palpable, as they eagerly await Kefla's next words.

"So, I pose the question to the Clan: shall we punish him for trespassing, or shall we reward him for proving himself as a warrior?" Kefla's voice resonates with authority, befitting her role as the village chief.

As the conversations erupt among the gathered goblins, panic starts to creep into your thoughts. The potential punishment, which could include ****, looms over you. On the other hand, the idea of a goblin reward offers a glimmer of hope. You anxiously wait, hoping for the decision to tilt in your favor.

Kefla's booming voice cuts through the murmurs, demanding attention. "Well? What say you?" she declares, silencing the smaller conversations in an instant.

"Reward! Yes, reward!" a few voices call out, quickly joined by more, until the resounding chant of "Reward" fills the air around you. Relief washes over you, grateful for the possibility of freedom. Your mind races with thoughts of what you will do once you're released—whether you should stay in the village, observe from a distance, or resume your search for Samuel.

"A reward it is! Let's reward the noble warrior," Kefla announces, calling over a yellow-haired goblin who obeys her instruction and scurries off towards a hut with a heavy wooden door. The goblin rummages inside, retrieving a key before disappearing into the hut once again.

Kefla turns to you with a mischievous smile. "I know just what the warrior needs to soothe his tired body and reward his courageous effort."

Anticipation builds as the heavy wooden door swings open once more, revealing the yellow-haired goblin emerging, followed closely by a human companion. The sight of another human surprises you—another captive, perhaps?

The human appears to be a young woman, petite in stature, standing around 5 feet 2 inches tall. Her presence ignites a mix of curiosity and concern within you.

The yellow-haired goblin guides the girl towards Kefla, who awaits their arrival with a sense of expectation.

As the girl draws nearer, you can't help but notice her enticing features. Her curvaceous figure is accentuated by the tight-fitting hide dress tailored by the goblins, hugging her body in all the right places. The fabric strains against her ample bust, leaving little to the imagination. Short, tousled red hair frames her cute face, and you can sense the timidity and nervousness emanating from her. It's understandable, given the circumstances.

Lost in your observations, you suddenly realize that your body has acted of its own accord. Against your will, you find yourself shouting at Kefla, demanding her to release the girl from her grasp. The unexpected surge of youthful bravery overtakes you, surprising both the crowd and yourself. A palpable silence descends, all eyes now fixed upon Kefla, waiting for her response.

Kefla's voice carries a hint of hurt as she speaks, "I bring you this reward, and you choose to disrespect me in front of my clan?" Her words stir the emotions of those gathered, and you seize the opportunity to manipulate their sentiments.

In a swift attempt to rectify the situation, you quickly interject, "I am deeply sorry, great Chief Kefla, Warrior Chief of this noble clan. My outburst was ill-considered. I was merely taken aback by the presence of a fellow human in your magnificent village."

Your experience of listening to courtly speeches and flattery at your father's side seems to come to your aid, as you attempt to appease Kefla's wounded pride.

Kefla's demeanor softens, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "That's more like it," she acknowledges. "I shall honor my clan's choice and attribute your outburst to an overwhelming surge of emotions. You will indeed receive your reward." With a graceful gesture, she directs your attention towards the girl standing beside her, offering her as the promised reward.

Relief washes over you, grateful that your impulsive outburst did not seal your fate. You eagerly await to learn the nature of this reward, hoping that it may offer an opportunity for freedom or a chance to uncover more about the mysterious village and its inhabitants.

The revelation that the girl is intended to be your reward leaves you shocked and unsettled. The idea of receiving another person as a prize for your minor victory in battle goes against your principles. You cannot fathom treating someone as an object to be enjoyed simply due to their gender. The sense of morality within you resurfaces, urging you to speak up.

"I am sorry, Chief Kefla," you assert, your voice trembling slightly. "I am not accustomed to your ways, but I cannot accept such a gift. The girl should not be treated as a mere object to be enjoyed. She deserves her freedom, just as I do."

The shock and disapproval on Kefla's face are evident, but she quickly regains her composure. She challenges your refusal, questioning your decision to refuse a reward from the Chief herself.

Taking a deep breath, you stand firm in your conviction. "Not a gift of that nature, Chief Kefla. I simply ask for the girl's freedom along with my own. That would be a reward of true value."

The villagers, previously amused by the unfolding situation, fall into a perplexed silence. The realization dawns upon them that your hopes of freedom were misplaced, leaving you with a growing sense of dread.

To your surprise, Kefla's expression softens, and she considers your request. "Very well," she concedes, her voice laced with a touch of irritation. "You and the girl may go free."

The abrupt halt of laughter and the bewildered faces of the onlookers mirror your own confusion. However, you don't waste a moment to engage in further discussion or arguments. Instead, you quickly seize the opportunity to express your gratitude.

"A great thanks to you, Chief Kefla," you respond, masking your disappointment with a veneer of gratitude. "Your generosity is almost as grand as your formidable skills in battle."

"On 1 condition." It was too good to be true. "You and this **** will entertain us, right now."

The condition Kefla presents sends a chill down your spine. The glimmer of hope that had momentarily sparked within you fades as you come to realize that your freedom comes at a high cost. Her demand for entertainment leaves you feeling uneasy and uncertain about what exactly she expects.

Summoning your courage, you choose to seek clarity, hoping to find an alternative that aligns with your values. "Forgive my ignorance once again, Chief Kefla," you say, maintaining a respectful tone. "But could you please elaborate on what you mean by 'entertain'?"

Kefla's gaze lingers on you, her eyes reflecting a mixture of amusement and dominance. She relishes the power she holds over you in this moment. With a sly smile, she decides to satisfy your request for an explanation.

"Entertainment, dear warrior, takes many forms," she replies, her voice dripping with seductive intent. "In this instance, it involves indulging in carnal pleasures, a display of passion and desire that will arouse and captivate the audience—the entire village gathered here."

Your heart skips a beat as her words sink in. The prospect of engaging in a public act of intimacy fills you with a mix of curiosity, trepidation, and a strange hint of forbidden excitement. Your mind races, considering the options before you, weighing the potential consequences against your longing for freedom.