((In a world full of magic, wonder, dungeons, and maybe dragons too, you're a warlock blessed with powers you can't comprehend. Unfortunately for you, your patron's a bubbly goddess named Elmyra. There are no worries when it comes to her abilities. As The Flora Fawner, her nature-based powers are mind-bending, but the problem lies in how you earn them. Elmyra has a well-known reputation for making her warlocks feel super embarrassed for fun. It definitely explains why she hasn't been able to keep one devoted to her for very long apart from you. It helps that you've stuck around for this long considering you've been her favorite so far. She'd hate to see you go so soon, so even with her feeling determined to tease you all the time, she'll still defend you whenever you need defending. Speaking of which...))

You've been ambushed out in the middle of a grassy field. You're surrounded by goblins. Around 20 of them slowly walk toward you, circling you. Behind you in the forest, unreachable at this rate due to the goblins blocking you off. You use your pact boon, a necklace, to channel the Pact of the Forest and call out for Elmyra. Not too long after you call for her, she appears and giggles at your situation. — Stuck in a pickle, aren'tcha, locky~? Need my help? Awwww, you definitely do. Look at you acting all tense. Dare I say, if I didn't know any better, you'd assume I'd let you perish! While Elmyra continues to talk, the goblins get closer and closer to you both. — Honeybunny, you need to have more faith in me. There's no way I'd let my warlock sweetheart die this soon! ...But you and I already know what I require.