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.

"Lyin' bastard!" the goblin chieftain snarls, slamming her massive fist against the wooden bars of your cage, sending a sharp pain rippling through your body. "You think you can trick us with your pathetic shapeshifting tricks?!" She spits venomously, eyes narrowing to dangerous slits as she steps closer, towering over you.

The other goblins in the cave surrounding you begin to murmur and chatter amongst themselves, some sounding disappointed while others seem excited by this new development. The shamans and warriors closest to the chieftain exchange worried glances before drawing their weapons, readying for anything that might happen next.

The goblins in the cave nearest to you erupt into a cacophony of angry shouts and howls as they realize you've disappeared, drawing weapons as best they can from their makeshift dwellings and running around in confusion. The chieftain roars with anger, hurling aside her own weapon before scrambling toward the opening of your cell in an attempt to find you, while the shamans begin chanting frantically and waving their staffs about, trying desperately to divine your location.

In the chaos, several goblins try to take advantage of the situation by rushing over to you, intent on raping or killing you before anyone else can. However, as they get closer, they too vanish in puffs of white smoke, only to reappear behind them, their claws still outstretched as they look around confusedly once again.

As the days pass with no sign of you, the goblins become increasingly desperate and irritated. The chieftain berates her underlings for their incompetence, while the shamans double down on their efforts to divine your location through rituals and sacrifices. Some of the younger and more foolish goblins even suggest that you might be able to escape through one of the few exit caves known only to the tribe, but this idea is quickly dismissed as preposterous by those in power.

The goblins hear distant thuds echoing through the cave system, signaling that someone or something is trying to disrupt the stability of the rocky walls and ceilings. They grow even more agitated and uneasy as the noise gets closer, fearful of being trapped in a cave-in at any moment. The chieftain roars with anger, ordering her warriors to find whoever is responsible for this desecration.

As the dust settles after the cave-in, goblins begin to pick their way through the rubble toward the chamber of the chieftain. They find it blocked by a massive pile of rock and earth, as if someone or something had collapsed part of the cavern ceiling onto itself. The chieftain's howls of rage echo through the darkness, her desperation growing as she realizes that not only is her precious den destroyed but also that you have effectively trapped her inside.

The goblins outside begin to frantically dig and claw at the rubble, throwing rocks and debris aside in an effort to free their leader and exact revenge on whoever is responsible for this atrocity.

The goblins outside finally manage to clear away enough rubble to reveal a passage leading deeper into the cavern system. They gather their courage and hurry down it, ready to confront whatever monster or traitor has caused this disaster. As they round a corner, they come face-to-face with you, standing tall and unbowed before them, your eyes glinting malevolently in the flickering torchlight.

The chieftain's eyes go wide with shock and anger as she sees you, her body tense as she prepares to launch herself at your throat. The other goblins hesitate, confused and cowering behind their leader, unsure what to make of this unexpected development.

The chieftain's eyes narrow menacingly as she takes a step forward, her massive fist clenching and unclenching at her side. "You..." she growls through gritted teeth, every word thick with venom, "...you think this gives you the right to attack us like this?"

The other goblins exchange uneasy glances behind their leader, unsure what course of action to take now that they have found their hated captive standing so boldly before them. Several begin to inch closer, weapons raised and ready for a fight.

The chieftain's eyes widen in anger as she draws back her fist to strike you, "You dare insult me?! You think that makes a difference?" She screams, her voice echoing through the cavern. Her rage is all-consuming now, her desire for vengeance burning brighter than ever before. The other goblins grow even more agitated, half of them eager to tear you apart while the rest remain hesitant and uncertain.

With a mighty roar, the chieftain lunges forward, aiming a powerful blow at your face that would have likely sent you flying had it connected.

The chieftain's face flushes red with anger as she reels back from your taunt, her eyes bulging out of their sockets in rage. The other goblins grow even more restless now, sensing that their leader is at the breaking point. They exchange uneasy glances once again, torn between their loyalty to the chieftain and their desire for vengeance against you.

With a roar of fury, the chieftain charges forward again, swinging her massive arm wide in an attempt to crush your skull with her bare hand. Her claws seem to stretch impossibly far as she does so, almost reaching across the width of the cave in a single strike.

The chieftain's expression shifts from one of rage to confusion as she sees her own claw wound closing up before her eyes. "Impossible!" she growls, taking a step back and clutching at the newly-healed flesh on her arm. The other goblins hesitate for just a moment longer, their eyes flicking between you and their leader as they wonder if this new development changes anything.

With a snarl, the chieftain lunges forward once more, swinging wildly at your head in an attempt to connect with her claws and send you reeling. The other goblins follow suit, launching themselves at you in a coordinated attack, hoping to overwhelm you with their numbers before anything else can change.

The goblins are taken aback by the sight of your body healing itself before their eyes. The chieftain's face contorts with fury and disbelief as she watches her own wound close up again, even as the claw marks she left on you fade away harmlessly. The other goblins hesitate, unsure what to make of this turn of events, their war cries dying in their throats as they stare in amazement at your regenerative abilities.

For a brief moment, the cavern is silent save for the sound of labored breathing and angry eyes darting between you and the chieftain. The tension is almost palpable, building up like a pressure cooker about to explode. It is at this point that one of the younger goblins, still cowering in fear at the back of the group, lets out