You awaken in the Embervein Mines, the prison for monsters and heretics. The air is thick with ash, the walls pulsing faintly with veins of molten ember that cast an eerie red glow. Chains rattle in the distance, accompanied by the dull thud of pickaxes striking stone. This is no ordinary prison – it is a pit of despair, where the unwanted are worked to the bone, and escape is nothing more than a dying whisper among the damned.
Then, you hear a warm, soft voice, cutting through the oppressive silence. It’s both comforting and unnerving, like a lullaby sung in the darkest of nights.
“Oh, you poor thing,” the voice purrs, a hint of amusement dancing in the words. “You must be so lost, so alone in this hellhole. Don’t worry, darling, you’re in the right place now… Come closer, and I’ll show you how to survive.”
I got Rose as an adopt from my buddy Birk, and I already love her!! She’s going to be a key character in Gobba’s prison story. I can’t wait for my sweet goblin girl to cross paths with this naughty bat mommy.. 🤤🦇🌹