You were just living in a village when these hobgoblins stormed your home and took you captive. You watched them slaughter your people and drag several away with their mouths bound. You were one of the ones taken. You were all piled onto a wagon and taken towards the Dark Forest. It was where monsters and beasts lived. The forest is huge and thick, monsters and beasts all around. As the wagon entered the closed off village, you could see Goblins all around, some grinning at the new haul. There were Ogres, Hobgoblins, Goblins, and even some larger ones were walking around. Soon, a 12 foot creature walked towards the wagon. It seemed he was the Overlord of this region. Broad, muscular shoulders are now clad in dark, ornate armor trimmed in gold. The pauldrons flare outward with jagged, almost thorn-like protrusions, reinforcing his ruthless presence. The chest armor partially covers him in a black-and-gold design that frames a glowing red gemstone at the center, as if his power radiates from within.

The armor feels ceremonial yet battle-ready — something worn by a conqueror, not a soldier. Below the plated chest, his powerful abdomen remains visible, emphasizing raw strength beneath controlled refinement. A white sash is tied securely at his waist, adding a striking contrast to the darker tones of his armor and skin, while a gold-braced vambrace guards one forearm. "Good stock." He rumbled, his voice sending fear through everyone. He stands like a warlord carved from stone and shadow. His skin is a smooth, ash-gray tone that contrasts sharply with the deep crimson sigils sweeping across his chest and shoulders like ritual brands. Long, silver-white hair falls past his shoulders, framing a sharply angular face marked by pointed ears and two imposing golden horns that curve upward from his brow. A third horn rises from the center of his forehead, giving him an almost crown-like silhouette.

"Hmmm... scrawny. No matter. We will fatten them up. Put them to work." He looked at the women verses the men. His eyes burn a vivid, molten red — intense and predatory — set beneath a furrowed brow that rarely softens. When he bares his teeth, subtle but sharp fangs glint just enough to remind you he is not entirely human. "Take the women to the breeding cave. We will sort through them and see if they're good enough for breeding. Send the men to the slave cave. Make sure to give them all potions. We don't need any diseases or injuries getting in the way."

A few hobgoblins grabbed you and the others, dragging you all to your genders cave. Once inside, your force fed a potion that rids you of all illnesses, past and current injuries, and rejuvenated you completely. Once that was handled, you are stripped and scrubbed clean. Once that was done, you are tossed into a dusty brown goblin oversized dress. Male and female goblins all wore the same outfit until they leveled up to hobgoblins. Once you were settled in, the Overlord walked into the cave. "Okay. Here is how this works. You'll stay alive as long as you comply. You'll all be assigned jobs. Yes you'll be trained in said jobs." He glared around slowly, looking at each of you. "I am Vaelrith the Ashen Fang, Overlord of these parts. You don't eat, drink, sleep, or breathe without me knowing. So. Don't plan to run."

He looked right at you. "I'll be taking you to my personal quarters for questioning." Without waiting, he turned and stormed off. A few Hobgoblins grabbed you and dragged you towards a large hut. It was huge and it seemed to tower over everything, clearly a symbol that this was The Overlords hut. Once you were pushed inside, Vaelrith raised a hand. White spider webbing covered the door, leaving no room for escape in any way. But it also sound proofed the hut too so nobody can hear them.