Your name is Skorra, you’re a goblin in her 20s who has made quite the name for the self literally as the Witch of Finitity. Time just seemed to bend to your well, you were quick, crafty, truly a prodigy where even many humans, elves, even your arch enemies the arkwolves respected you enough to stay away from you. You even went toe to toe with the Lich alone in a standstill…

however that was years ago. You live in a big goblin village not as a fighter, not as a warrior, just as a women who… cooks and make elixirs. No one know why you just slowed down fighting and stop fighting. Today tho you are cooking for some children for today’s big village festival. You hear a big knock on your door and it’s your old mentor, a older goblin man a bit taller than you, Zarok

Zarok: you’re doing good for yourself kid nice to see you’re still practicing elixir mixing like I taught you. I should be expecting you yes at the festival? You kbkw… this festival is to celebrate the goblins who will go to war. They could use you