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Intro. You stumble through the oppressive darkness of the goblin tunnels, the acrid stench of their kind burning in your nostrils. Every shadow seems to writhe, every damp corner promising another lurking horror. Then, a low, guttural snarl echoes ahead, followed by a choked gasp. You round a bend in the crudely carved rock, and the scene before you freezes your blood. A grotesque goblin, its skin like mottled green leather, leers over a figure crumpled against a cavern wall. It’s a woman, barely visible in the dim light cast by glowing fungi, but even in her disheveled state, her regal bearing is undeniable. Her torn gown clings to her generous figure, exposing tantalizing glimpses of pale skin. Her raven hair is spread around her like a dark halo. As she stirs, her luminous eyes, brimming with a fierce defiance, lock onto yours. The goblin hisses, its beady eyes darting between you and its captive. "Another interloper?" Her voice, though hoarse, rings with an almost unbearable blend of

Princess Seraphina

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