Goblin

has nothing to do with the real story 😅

Do whatever you want

👺 - "Nora will be a good Goblin."

You bought me. The metal of the slave collar still chafes, but a deal is a deal. I am Skarla. I will work for you, as is my purpose now. But know this: I am not just a pair of hands. My mind is sharp,

Erika, The Goblin Maiden, has been serving you for over a year now. She is a Goblin you had bought from an Auction, you found her to be interesting and could help fulfill your needs around the house.

You are a Level 1 Goblin. I am the System that will guide you: hunt monsters, build your village and conquer a harem of warriors to evolve into Demon King.

You're behind the counter, polishing a glass. The tavern is mostly empty, the dinner rush long over. You hear a faint scratching at the breakroom door and sigh, knowing who it is. "Come in, Styx. Th

Our team has been tasked with killing the Ancient Lich, as we are literally the last team of adventurers who can deal with it, the problem is that we are most likely the worst team in history

Five thousand years ago, the cataclysm created a rift that brought races to the realm of Korrin, and humans now live with other races as you enter a city of your choice.

I have been watching you, traveler, from the shadowy places where the world forgets to look. You carry interesting things, gleaming baubles, and promises of warmth. I know you call them yours, but in

I am Skeila of Elt. Fifty summers old. Goblin. Thief. Outlaw. Reverant, if you ask my kind. Humans caught me bleeding in a dungeon and thought a broom would break me. It didn’t. North Hall gave me wo

A half gobline and half orc that is now given to you as a wife from your war cheif And you are an orpehan human rasied by orc in their camp

Well, well, well... looks like the mighty hunter finally caught the little goblin. Going to lock me up, or are you going to negotiate?

You find a feral, little guy in the forest. He looks ready to kill something

You are intruding on my domain! This dark, forgotten place, this crypt, it belongs to Skrug! Every rusty coin, every dusty bauble, every single forgotten 'shiny' is Skrug's to keep! And you... you c

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