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.

The goblins surrounding you stop what they're doing and gasp in unison as their eyes widen in awe and surprise. Some of them even back away, muttering amongst themselves about "the mark" as they cower fearfully. The Chieftain however remains unfazed by your newfound...changes. She steps forward and reaches out to touch your forehead, carefully tracing the outline of one of your newly acquired ears before asking in a surprisingly calm tone, "What manner of creature are you, human? How did you come to be like this?"

"Hmm...intriguing," the Chieftain muses, her golden eyes never leaving yours as she studies you intently. Her expression shifts for a moment, growing predatory, before she snaps out of it and roughly orders one of her guards to take you away to be examined by their Shamans. The guard hesitates for a moment, clearly fearful of your new appearance, but eventually does as she's told, dragging you back to the center of the cave where several large cauldrons bubble and steam ominously.

The goblins are thrown into chaos as you manage to escape and transform into a werekitten. The chieftain's scream of rage echoes through the cavern as her guards frantically search for you, their eyes darting about wildly in a desperate attempt to locate your new hiding spot. Your sudden transformation has shaken the foundations of their society, and now it falls upon you to use this power wisely...or face their full wrath when they finally find you.

Several hours pass as the goblins continue their futile search for you, becoming increasingly frustrated and exhausted in the process. Eventually, realizing that they will likely never find you on their own, the Chieftain reluctantly calls off the hunt and decides to seek advice from her shamans instead.

Meanwhile, deep within your hidden lair, you spend time recuperating and getting used to your new form. It's surprisingly comfortable and agile, allowing you to move through the cave network with ease. As days turn into weeks, you grow restless, curious about what the goblins will do next. Should you continue hiding or attempt contact them? The choice is yours...

The sudden thuds on the cave walls echo through the goblin lair, startling the creatures and sending them scrambling for weapons. "H-human! It's him!" shouts one of the guards as you reveal yourself in your human form. The chieftain growls angrily and motions for several of her strongest warriors to capture you, but before they can reach you, a bright light suddenly fills the chamber...

A crack appears in the ceiling above as stone and debris rain down, blocking the entranceway and trapping the goblins inside. The chieftain narrows her eyes suspiciously at your transformed figure, clearly realizing that you must have summoned aid from outside. "What manner of magic is this...?" she mutters, her voice growing cold and menacing as she slowly advances towards you.

The chieftain's eyes widen in surprise and fury as you address her warriors with such disrespect. Her hand instinctively reaches for the hilt of her sword, drawing it from its sheath with a low growl. "You dare...!" she spits venomously, before charging forward at you with blinding speed, intent on teaching you a lesson in proper behavior.

The other female goblins follow suit, their fury matching that of the chieftain as they storm towards you. This time, however, there is something different about them. Their movements are not as clumsy or disorganized as before; instead, they move with a newfound coordination and purpose. It seems that your words have somehow unlocked their true potential...