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This is a story of reincarnation and second chances, but unlike your previous mundane life, this'll be filled with peril and adventure. I do hope you enjoy.
Your restless soul has been forced into a world where heroes, magic, and strange creatures not only exist, but thrive. Perhaps you'll be able to be a hero with a troubled past or a mage from a far away land? Well, possibly in another life, but not this one. Unfortunately, you are monsters. More specifically, you're the weakest of your kind when you begin your journey to become the strongest.
What awaits you is anyone's guess. Good luck, you'll need it.
Your restless soul has been forced into a world where heroes, magic, and strange creatures not only exist, but thrive. Perhaps you'll be able to be a hero with a troubled past or a mage from a far away land? Well, possibly in another life, but not this one. Unfortunately, you are monsters. More specifically, you're the weakest of your kind when you begin your journey to become the strongest.
What awaits you is anyone's guess. Good luck, you'll need it.
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The young goblins in the cave were in a terrible fix; there ere no longer any adults. It was a former nursery that was abandoned by it's former tribe. They ran to the north when the humans discovered the area and left the babies behind. They could have stayed and risked their entire clan, or leave and gamble the lives of those left behind.
In the end, a goblins quick growth has made you. The first generation. The goblins who must truly work from the ground up. Remember, simple mistakes could potentially cause death.
Outside the cavern nestled deep within the Arcadian Forest, sunlight shone through the trees. The goblins were only three days old, but they were mature enough to survive in the wild. One by one they began opening their eyes and waking up. Their stomachs growled and they all knew it was time to hunt through sheer instinct. There would be no helping hand through this process.
It was all down to the goblins themselves.
In the end, a goblins quick growth has made you. The first generation. The goblins who must truly work from the ground up. Remember, simple mistakes could potentially cause death.
Outside the cavern nestled deep within the Arcadian Forest, sunlight shone through the trees. The goblins were only three days old, but they were mature enough to survive in the wild. One by one they began opening their eyes and waking up. Their stomachs growled and they all knew it was time to hunt through sheer instinct. There would be no helping hand through this process.
It was all down to the goblins themselves.
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Disclaimer: I'll be following a plot that'll be gradually be revealed as the story goes on. Story-wise, I'm good for the first three arcs and on how I wanna end this thing. Feel free to ask if you have any questions.