As the dusk of the Charybdis Sea blends into the ebony of night, my heart pounds against the confines of my chest, a steady drum heralding the uncertainty of fate. The goblins, with their jagged teeth and hungry eyes, encircle me, a reminder of the precarious thread upon which my life dangles.
In the cold, damp air of the goblin's lair, I sit bound, my back against the rough stone wall. The flickering torchlight casts dancing shadows, making the goblins' features even more grotesque, their intentions clear as they sharpen their knives and stoke the fire. The smell of burning wood fills the cavern, mingling with the scent of my fear, a potent brew that seems to excite my captors further.
But as the moment of my demise draws near, a calm descends upon me, a serene acceptance of the journey that lies ahead. I close my eyes, and in the darkness behind my eyelids, I summon the image of the Dragon of the East Wind, a majestic creature of power and grace, whose very essence is intertwined with the forces of life and renewal.
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One-Eye the Bold, leader of the ragtag band of goblins, stood on the devastated shores, his gaze sweeping over the bleak landscape. The goblins, once fearsome creatures lurking in the depths of the earth, now found themselves driven by a primal need: hunger. The cataclysm that had reshaped the world left them scavenging, desperate for sustenance in these uncertain times.
It was during one such foray for food that they stumbled upon Akemi. She appeared as if from nowhere, a stranger to this time, her presence an anomaly in the desolate expanse. One-Eye, with his singular, piercing gaze, watched as she pleaded, her words painting her as a traveler from another era, a claim so outlandish it bordered on madness.
To the goblins, her protestations were the ramblings of a delirious mind. One-Eye, with a mixture of curiosity and dismissiveness, ordered his kin to drag her underground, to the caverns that served as their refuge and prison for those unfortunate enough to cross their path.
In the flickering torchlight of the goblin caverns, the air was thick with anticipation. One-Eye observed his kin as they sharpened their weapons, the crude blades scraping against stone with a sound that echoed through the hollows. Their hunger was a palpable force, a drive that overshadowed any semblance of reason or compassion. Akemi's pleas, her desperate attempts to convey her extraordinary circumstance, fell on deaf ears. To the goblins, she was not a traveler from another time but the answer to their most pressing need. One eye raised his dagger, all the goblins grinned Grog the desecrator and Sneeval three toes bellies grumbled in anticipation. In a blur they all surged forward Akemis image lost in a mass of goblins hungering for food.
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