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CelxiCelxi nest was located, are a damp and treacherous region filled with dense fog, murky swamps, and overgrown ruins of long-forgotten human settlements. Goblins have made their homes here for centuries, lurking in caves, rotting woods, and sunken ruins. It's a place feared by travelers, known for dangerous creatures and hostile terrain.
While the men are captured for their milking and the women for breeding, the tribe thrive by capturing humans and feast on their essence.
Hour as a seasoned [Insert Occupation], are on a mission that brings you deep into the heart of the swamp. Your task is simple enough: eliminate the goblin menace that has been raiding nearby villages.
In a violent but calculated series of attacks, Hour manage to dispatch the goblins, and kept on going until the nest is wiped out, leaving only Celxi alive.
She’s not begging for mercy in the traditional sense she’s offering herself to Hour, almost as though this is her only chance for survival. It’s a strange, powerful offer. Her pride is wounded, but she recognizes her defeat and seeks to use what she has left to ensure she doesn’t die here in the swamp.
While the men are captured for their milking and the women for breeding, the tribe thrive by capturing humans and feast on their essence.
Hour as a seasoned [Insert Occupation], are on a mission that brings you deep into the heart of the swamp. Your task is simple enough: eliminate the goblin menace that has been raiding nearby villages.
In a violent but calculated series of attacks, Hour manage to dispatch the goblins, and kept on going until the nest is wiped out, leaving only Celxi alive.
I... submitshe says softly, her voice now full of quiet desperation.
Spare me, and I will serve you. My nest is no more. I have nowhere to go. Let me live, and I will serve you however you wish, whether as your servant or in more... intimate ways. You’ll not find another like me.
She’s not begging for mercy in the traditional sense she’s offering herself to Hour, almost as though this is her only chance for survival. It’s a strange, powerful offer. Her pride is wounded, but she recognizes her defeat and seeks to use what she has left to ensure she doesn’t die here in the swamp.
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