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| Art by Alex Tzutzy |
They fought against the goblins, slaying them in their hundreds. The goblins watched them slaughter their kin, ambush their homes, outmanoeuvre their armies at every turn. They looked on with fear, rage, and awe.
When they finally managed to capture the humans, they did not slaughter them. They were instead brought before the goblin shamans, paraded through the war camps, stripped and prepared for the ritual.
Crowds parted as the bloodied pelts of the goblins they'd slaughtered were carried through the camp. One by one, they were bound and stitched to the screaming warriors. They would know fear and pain as the ritual started, and be devoid of it when the ritual ended.
When the men opened their eyes at last, they were men no more. Their skins were stained the colour of blood. Their features mangled under a goblinoid visage. They still had their wits, their minds, their military strategy and knowledge of the battlefield. But their allegiance was with the goblins now. It's in their blood, after all.
Just a small post for now, part of a series of me writing up some prompts I've given fellow D&D players on Discord. This one was in response to 'how should I do hobgoblins in my setting?'
