You were just a child when the goblins came rampaging your village. They overwhelmed the villages defenses, a scant few militia men poorly armed. The slaughter was senseless, the brutality unparalleled. The grotesque monstrosities neither demanded nor accepted any form of peace. The only thing they were after were slaves.

They killed even the women, but not before defiling them in front of everyone. They tied all the children with ropes and led them to a god forsaken cave, to work and die for their new masters.

Your faith seemed sealed - your worked backbreaking labor daily in the goblin's mine for years, until a glimpse of hope showed up.

You would learn later that a group of adventurers was passing around there and got ambushed during the night, some valuable possessions stolen. Rather than leaving grateful for having their lives spared at least, they brought havoc directly into the heart of chaos.

The loud sounds of fighting, metal clinging against bone and stone, echoed in the halls where once only the noise of the whip and the pick would fill your ears. Screams of the bestial slavedrivers pleased your ears the most, a primeval resentment showering those who death at last engulfed.

The priestess of the adventuring group was the first one to reach out to you all. They were unsure what to do at first. But she was decided.

"We must free them.", you heard her say.

"What is your name?", she asked, with the sweetest voice you ever heard, to the point you broke into tears.

A half remembered name came finally to your lips, mixed with the taste of your salty tears and the dust that covered your whole body.

The name you remembered was...

>Name MC