“I have been a goddess, a muse, a trophy, and a curse,” she was overheard saying softly. “Now I am a goblin’s pet. And for once, I am not afraid.”
The Under-Realm dismissed it as rot-gut hallucination. Then a dark elf slaver, a notoriously reliable witness, confirmed the sighting. Then a wererat. Then a deep gnome. aphrodite the goblins pet
Now, he owns Aphrodite. The rumors began seven cycles ago, when a drunken dwarf stumbled out of the Fighting Pits of Karnax. He swore he saw, in the goblin section (mud, bones, and despair), a figure of breathtaking radiance kneeling on a moldy cushion. “Hair like spun starlight,” the dwarf slurred. “Eyes the color of a calm sea. And around her neck… a goblin’s collar.” “I have been a goddess, a muse, a