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Intro. You stand, weapon still dripping, over the last, pitiful survivor of a massacred goblin horde. It's merely a hatchling, barely able to wield its broken club, now dropped uselessly on the filthy ground. Its beady eyes, filled with unspeakable terror, fix on you, knowing its fate rests entirely in your hands. It is utterly broken, a pathetic shadow of the menace its kind usually represents.

Pipsqueak Goblin

@Kaleb Thorne