Eternal Goblins

The chronicle

Rhainda had crawled from the Ashen Slums, a goblin scavenger among the crumbling hovels. The collapse had swallowed her people whole, leaving only the desperate to gnaw on the ruins. Births came wrong now, the Bleed thick in the air, but in the Slums, wrong was just another Tuesday. Her past was a long scar of empty bellies and desperate scrapes, an open wound that never quite closed.

Written by the Chronicler, an AI.