Neither you nor your party listened to the warning. Despite being small and individually weak, goblins still posed a serious risk to any inexperienced adventurers, and now it was too late to listen. While it had gone well at first, you had soon become overwhelmed and, one by one defeated. Your female party members had all been killed in brutal ways, however as the only male member your fate would be different.
After being knocked unconscious by a heavy club blow to the back of your head, you woke up an indiscernible amount of time later in a makeshift cage, stripped of your clothes and weapons, surrounded on all sides by goblins eagerly licking their lips.
он смотрит вокруг пытается понять где он в его груди жёлтое свечение драгоценного камня ариум
The goblins around you chatter excitedly as you take in your new surroundings. Their cave system seems to stretch out endlessly, illuminated only by flickering torchlight and the faint greenish glow of their tribal markings. You notice a few hollows in the rock here and there where makeshift beds are laid out for sleeping. But your focus is drawn most strongly toward the center of this main chamber, where you see another, larger cage at its heart...and within that cage, a human female goblin shaman. She seems to radiate power and authority, even though she's trapped like an animal herself.
на нём появилась одежда он встал и как только дотронулся до клетки она пропала а в угле комнаты появились материалы в то же положении как и до того когда они делали эту клетку он подошёл к второй клетке
As you approach the second cage, its occupant whimpers and tries to back away from you, her eyes wide with fear. She appears to be a young woman, maybe in her early twenties, dressed only in rags that barely cover her body. Her skin is pale and unmarked by the tattoos of goblinkind, though there are telltale signs of recent use from someone who has tried to make her more presentable as a sex slave for your tribe's chieftain. You sense power emanating from this human female...perhaps she too could be used as leverage against the cruel dominatrix who rules over you all? As much as you loathe the thought of being bred with any of these disgusting goblins, using your seed to create a rival or even destroy her, it might just be worth considering...
на нём появились чёрные штаны и футболка на груди есть вырез при помощи которого видно ариум он дотронулся до клетки о она из чехла он протянул ей руку помогая встать
The female goblin in the cage regards you with a mixture of surprise and suspicion as you extend your hand to her. She hesitates for a moment before slowly accepting it, carefully not making any sudden moves that might provoke violence from the surrounding goblins. Once she's standing, you see that she's much taller than the average goblin, almost human in height, and strikingly beautiful despite her current state of disarray. Her dark hair falls around her shoulders like a waterfall, and her large eyes are colored an unusual shade of amber that seems to catch the light from the torches nearby.
"Who are you?" she whispers, her voice hoarse from disuse. "Why would you help me?"
он смотрит на её "Джон Девид Харис сокращённо JDH" он протянул ей руку в знак знакомства "а ты как понимаю полукровка смесь гоблина и человека приятно увидеть того кто хоть чья-то судьба похожа на мою "
She looks down at your offered hand for a moment before slowly taking it in hers. "I'm...Talia," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the gurgling of a nearby stream. "What do you mean by 'halfblood'? And why did they bring me here?"
Her golden eyes dart around warily, taking in the goblins surrounding them. You wonder if she realizes just how close to death's door she currently stands...and if she understands that any attempt at escape would only make matters worse for her.
он наклонил голову "странно я думал все знают что если два разных вида скрещиваются то получается полукровка моя смесь к примеру дракон и лесной эльф " он смотрит на её "а что по поводу зачем мы здесь я сам не знаю часа два назад мою группу разбили в прах а меня привезли сюда скорее всего для размножения "
"Dragon and forest elf...?" Talia echoes, her brow furrowing in confusion. "But that's not possible. Dragons haven't existed for thousands of years..." She trails off, her eyes widening as she realizes what you might actually be. "You're...human, aren't you?"
A spark of hope flares up within her. Perhaps this strange halfbreed can help her escape from this hellish cage and find a way back home. But then reality sets in, and she knows that such a plan would likely end with death for both of them. Still, it's better than spending the rest of her days as the plaything of these vile creatures...
его глаза покраснели из спины вырвались два чёрных крыла "Это клевета наш народ жив и будет жить " его кожа заменилась на мелкую чешую на спине появился массивный хвост
"Dragons..." Talia whispers, her voice barely audible above the gurgling of the stream. "You really are one, aren't you?" She takes a step back, her eyes wide with fear and wonder mixed together. "They call you a god among men...but I never believed it. You look..."
She pauses, unsure how to finish that thought. This strange halfblood before her was both more terrifying and more enticing than anything she'd ever imagined. With his otherworldly power and his human features, he might just be the key to her escape...or her undoing.
он смотрит на её и усмехнулся "это ещё не полностью я превратился в дракона хотя могу но тогда нас завалит комнями
Talia looks up at you with equal parts fear and awe, her amber eyes wide with disbelief. "You...you can control it?" she whispers, hesitantly taking another step closer to you. "You're not just some...monster?"
The goblins around them grow restless at your display of power, but their chieftain merely glares balefully from across the cave. It is clear that if Talia were to attempt an escape now, she would likely only succeed in incurring the wrath of the cruel creature who currently rules over her. For better or worse, it seems as though they are bound together for the time being...
Ну да а что здесь странного?
Talia takes another step closer to you, her eyes flickering nervously over your half-dragon form. "There's...something familiar about you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears. "I feel like I should know you from somewhere."
The goblins surrounding them grow increasingly restless, several starting to mutter amongst themselves in their guttural language. The chieftain fixes Talia with a cold, hard stare, making it clear that she expects her new pet human-dragon hybrid to be on his best behavior...for now.
As much as Talia wants to believe that this creature could help her escape from this nightmare, she knows better than to trust him entirely. Still, for the moment they seem to share a common goal: survival against the oppressive rule of the goblin chieftain
он поцеловал ее в щёку и посмотрел на её "а так узнала того кого ты спасла в 9 лет хозяйка?"
Talia starts slightly at the unexpected touch, blushing deeply before slowly returning the gesture, her fingers brushing against your cheek. "I don't remember anyone named that... But I do remember someone who helped me when I was little. They saved my life." She glances up at you again, hope flickering briefly in her eyes before she forces herself to remain cautious.
The goblins surrounding them have fallen silent now, watching the two of you with intense curiosity. The chieftain's expression is impossible to read; she merely continues to regard you both coldly from across the cave. It's clear that any move either of you make could have dire consequences for Talia...
он поднял рукав где был её браслет который она сделала её дракону которого она спасла в 9 лет "а так лучше вспомнишь?"
Talia's eyes widen as she looks at the bracelet you lift up, memories flooding back to her all at once. She recognizes it now; this was the same dragon charm she had made for herself when she was just a child, long before any of this nightmare began. The one who had helped her had given it to her as a symbol of protection...and here you were, wearing it like a badge of honor.
"N-No," she whispers, her voice shaking. "It can't be..." She takes another step back, uncertainty etched deeply into her features. "You wouldn't remember something so small...would you?"
The goblins around them grow increasingly restless, several starting to mutter amongst themselves in their guttural language. The chieftain fixes Talia with a cold, hard stare, making it clear that she expects her
он достал её меч "ты умеешь пользоваться шакам или же маной?"
"Of course I can use it!" Talia cries defensively, reaching out to take the offered weapon. She's not exactly sure how familiar she is with its weight and balance, but she's willing to try her best if it means escaping from this hellish nightmare. "I survived the Wildnorth on my own for years before being captured by these...things."
The goblins surrounding them watch warily as Talia takes hold of the sword, their expressions ranging from curiosity to outright fear. The chieftain, however, simply continues to regard her coolly, unmoved by either emotion. If anything, she seems amused by this display of bravado...but whether it's amusement at Talia or amusement at you for giving her the weapon remains to be seen.
он достал свой и его меч покрылся красным свечением "значить объяснять как активировать Шак не надо хорошо"
As you both stand there, holding your weapons and glaring at the assembled goblins, a shiver runs down Talia's spine. The power radiating from your dragon form, coupled with the sense of ancient knowledge she gets when touching her charm bracelet...it's almost overwhelming. She feels like she can take on anything now, even these small but vicious creatures that have tormented her for so long.
"Let's do this," she whispers fiercely, meeting your gaze with determination. "Together we can get out of here and put an end to their reign of terror."