Several Hours Earlier...

Freynika was training when the messenger came with her Daddy's summons. The goblin mage was focused on the upcoming exhibition match her Daddy had arranged with a prince from Calmaran on his way to make a large purchase of dream leaf and sage tea who was said to have a love of Maze and was bringing his own team. It was to be a standard four on four. Tauroon, was going to be their fighter, Miiryo was going to be their assassin, and the both of them were counting on her to pull her weight and bring the big magic, especially with their options for human captain so limited.
With Gad and Levi serving as tribunes in the legions, Ruben's wife Sarah so far along with their fifth child, and Orin off hunting beyond The River, unless Dina, Zohar, Mary, or Beth decided to suddenly take up combat sports, that left Ashur, Zebulon, and Isaac. With Zeb, they would have a real chance but Isaac will insist on representing the family and make an ass of himself doing it. It might only be an exhibition, but the honor of the Valwaaroos was at stake, and Freynika would not be found wanting by her owner-father.

Standing fifty seven inches tall, Freynika was statuesque by goblin standards. She had been raised knowing that she was gifted, she also knew that those gifts were meant to serve her owner, not herself. She owed her Daddy everything, which meant always pushing to be better. Always striving to master new spells and skills.

Having learned all of the magic in all of the libraries in the county and having been recognized as among the most talented young mages of her generation of any race, Freynika had turned her concentration towards improving her body through the study of martial arts. The Hex Hand style was a difficult style to master, Created thousands of years ago by an elf mage who spent centuries creating a synergy between martial arts and magic to enhance fighting prowess and spell casting by making the arts a single practice. Already the goblin mage felt like she was benefiting immensely from harmonizing her mind and body to transform focus itself into a weapon while at the same time training in the elegant art of using her staff not just as a way to ground and enhance her spell casting, but as a bludgeon with which one can smack a monster in the head.

When the messenger bird arrived, Freynika was surrounded by seven orcs with shields and blades of steel sharpened to a killing edge. They all thought that the goblin they faced looked absurd holding a staff that was a foot and a half taller than her. "Begin." said Freynika and waited until the last moment to leap into the air, over the heads of the orcs and break two of their skulls before landing and casting Protective Barrier not with an incantation and waving her hands around, but with her feet using her stance. It was hard work, but Freynika smiled with satisfaction as the orcs bashed their swords against her **** field. Holding a spell like this was more difficult than the usual way, more taxing, by far. Freynika felt sweat stinging her eyes as she strained to hold the barrier as long as she could to see how much punishment she could take. The advantage of this form of stance based casting was it freed up one's hands to do things like use a staff to push one of the orcs out of the arena and into the pit below, swing the staff around casting Shockwave to give oneself distance from enemies and decide upon which orc one wants to practice their head kicks.

Freynika always saved one for last, always going out of her way to find the cutest member of the group and avoid doing anything to him until all of the other sparring partners were down and out. "The Master is quite clear with what I can and cannot do with my toy boys." the mage girl said with a giggle before she got serious and unleashed her favorite spell combo with practiced efficiency.

The orc warrior found himself lying flat on his back hovering a few inches above the ground, his arms and legs being pulled apart, him entire body, except for his mouth, were petrified. The eighty inch tall five hundred pound man cried out in shock as he felt the small feet begin to crush his genitals. Freynika cooed and giggled with enjoyment as she toyed with the man now being crushed beneath her tiny little foot. The goblin girl loved the feeling of a man's cock and ballsack between her toes. The goblin girl was always amazed at how enormous men's cocks could be. She imagined what it would be like to be allowed to have one inside of her, but Daddy was clear. His daughters had to stay virgins until marriage, and since slaves cannot get married, then "you are a smart girl. You will figure it out." Her father had told her years ago before she had blossomed into a woman and discovered what **** it was to have the libido of a goblin and be forbidden from knowing what it feels like to have your urglpot filled with man seed.

Freynika finished feeling up the orc's green berries and paced around the hulk of a man, frozen stiff and under her power. "Go on." Said Freynika as she mounted the orc warriors head. Placing her pussy with the telltale hairlessness and white flower pedals growing out of her clitoral nub indicating that the green skin was nubile and virginal. "Kiss it. Be a good verda and use that tongue for what it's supposed to be doing." Freynika moaned loud enough for a third of the plantation's field hands to hear the Master's favorite pet goblin girl attempting to get off.

Once properly mounted on the orc warriors head and after she had let herself have a moment to enjoy her victory, Freynika acknowledged the presence of the messenger bird watching her as he lounged about in his humanoid form. "The Master summons you." The messenger said.
"I will present myself as soon as I am presentable." Freynika said curtly. The goblin girl could tell that the messenger was taken aback by this response. A **** that has been summoned is supposed to just move to follow orders. "Anything else?" The goblin girl asked in a tone of faux sweetness as the goblin girl gyrated on top of the orc as she tried to crush the man's head between her thicc thighs. Freynika waited for the bird boy to transform back into its avian monster form and fly away before dismounting the defeated orc to get herself cleaned up and looking good for Daddy.

Freynika had been given her own cottage when she had gotten serious about enchantment and needed space to work. Her Daddy was more than happy to provide his shortstack wunderkin anything she said she needed for her studies, especially when the results of those studies often sold quite well on market day.

Freynika did not waste time. The goblin mage took a quick undine-rinse, the water elemental enveloping the girl, scrubbing all the sweat, grime, and dirt from her skin and hair, taking it with the elemental as it resumed humanoid form. Freynika's Dryad perfumed her as she tried on different outfits and settled on the gold diamond and jet encrusted bikini top and black miniskirt with the gold chains and the family crest printed on the front and back. While she put on her jewelry and got help with her makeup from her half sister, Freynika changed her hair to the way Daddy liked it.

Like all green skins, Freynika could change the length and color of her hair at will. While practicing martial arts, she liked to keep her hair short and auburn. Freynika looked at herself in the mirror as her hair grew out and lightened to the sandy blonde coloring that her father and most of her human siblings shared. With a quick cantrip, the goblin girl's hair twisted itself magically into braided pigtails.

The goblin girl double checked herself three times in the mirror before casting Teleport, and appeared before Brigadier Abraham Valwaaroo, Master of Verdahead plantation and its six thousand five hundred slaves. "Master." said the green skinned girl rigidly as she got down on one knee.

"We are along, sweetie." said Freynika's father.
"Daddy!" The girl leapt into the air, back flipped over his hardwood desk, and landed in the old man's lap. "I am so happy to see you!" said Freynika, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling herself in his beard.

"I am happy to see you too. How is your training going? Are you going to be ready to beat prince Rabadash's team?" Freynika's Daddy asked.
"You betcha!" answered the plantation owner's goblin daughter. "I wouldn't bet on us storming their gate, but you put a three sixty on us getting a grail grab."

"Wonderful. Then I suppose you are alright taking a break from training to do an important job for me?" Said Brigadier Valwaaroo.

"Sure thing. What kind of important job?" Asked Freynika, the girl's breasts were jiggling as the girl jumped with joy at a chance to go on an important mission for the family.

"It might just be a card ride." Said the Brigadier, which instantly deflated the nineteen year old girl's excitement. Abraham picked up his tiny green skin daughter and repositioned her for easier conversation and cuddling. "But there have been troubling reports. Sightings of unidentified monster types, this strange string of burglaries, and now people are disappearing."

"Do you think it is The Corruption? Could The demon Khan be preparing an invasion?" Asked Freynika. For people the prospect of being attacked by ones own slaves was terrifying enough, but for the monster it was all the more horrifying to imagine oneself taken over by pure evil and be **** to turn against everything and everyone you ever loved as your soul is consumed and condemned to eternal damnation.

The Brigadier waved off his daughter's concerns. "It is possible, but is suspect a cartel of Drael have opened a breachhead. It would not be the first time some street gang from Underdark City decided raiding other planes for slaves and treasure was a quick way to make money. Regardless, Isaac is going to The Local to meet with Young Jacob to get an early look at Herr Nakitomi's goods while Dina has a quiet word with the flesh merchant on my behalf regarding business important for the future of Verdahead and The Valwaaroo Family." Freynika could hear her father capitalize 'Family' with the importance of his tone. "As a precaution, I have ordered them to take you along. If all goes according to plan, you won't even know that you were gone. If something does go wrong." Freynika felt her Daddy's kiss on her forehead. "I won't have to worry, knowing my prodigy pumpkin can deal with anything." Freynika giggled as her Daddy tickled his teenaged girl.

Freynika gave her Daddy a kiss on the cheek before leaping back through the air and striking a pose, wand out. "Ready." Said Freynika. Then her Daddy pulled out a containment card.

Freynika had never met a monster that liked going into containment, especially when it was in a card. It was the time loss. Most containment dimensions have some sense of time, but with a card you just feel flung out of existence and back into material reality without knowing how long you were displaced into a state of seeming non-existence. For Freynika, such experiences of displacement were made easier by the fact that she usually found herself back where she started, in her Daddy's study looking at her Daddy while she feels the connection she shares with him as not only father and daughter, but as Master and ****.

Freynika was drawn into the containment card. "See you soon, Daddy. I love you." She said before disappearing into a stream of glowing mana particles.