Salza counted at least four goblins standing in front of her all armed with crude swords and spears and all of them pointing them at her. She could also sense at least eight more hiding further in the forest (away from the devastation her teleportation had caused) and all of them were also aiming at her. A strange green elf in the center of all this carnage had them all on edge. 

 

“Who th’ fuck are you?” Said their leader. By goblin standards he was big, easily twice the size of Salza’s old self. But now he barely came up to their thighs. 

 

“You know who I am.” Salza said, flicking her hair aside. “I’m Salza.”

 

The goblins all paused and looked at each other in confusion before refocusing their weapons on her. “Who th’ fuck is Salza?” He snarled. 

 

Salza’s temper flared at that. He didn’t know who she was!? Her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared at him.

 

“You got to th’ count of five to leave knife ears.” The goblin said and then grinned showing his rotting, yellow teeth. “An’ I don’t know how to count to five so you better start running.”

 

They thought she was an elf? Interesting… but she wasn’t going to let these lowly scouts intimidate her and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let them insult her like this. She was Salza.

Standing her ground she just glared back at him. “One.” She started, crossing her arms. “Two.” She continued. She was actually amazed herself that she knew how to count to five now but she didn’t show it outwardly.

 

The goblins just blinked at the audacity of this strange green elf in front of them. 

 

“Three.” Salza was now walking towards them with a confident sashay to her step. The goblins looked shocked but steadied themselves as they readied their weapons and with her enhanced senses Salza could hear the bowstrings being drawn.

 

“Stop movin’!” The goblin snarled. “I didn’t tell you to do all this number shite! I told ya to run!” 

 

Salza was now right dangerously close to his spear all it would take was a little jab and her guts would be a steaming mess on the ground. …If she was a normal goblin that is. Feeling no fear at all she smirked. “What comes after three?” She asked, feigning ignorance as she rubbed her chin. 

 

“I…” The goblin looked at his confused cohorts and then back at Salza. “It’s seven, right?” he said before realizing he was humoring this strange green elf and his face contorted into a snarl. “Then after seven comes FIVE!” He thrust the spear forward as his goblin cohorts cheered and was rewarded with a loud snap as his spear broke apart on Salza’s body.

 

The goblin looked down at the broken shaft in bewilderment as Salza glanced down and her eyes went wide. Her body was completely unharmed but the black dress she was wearing now had a hole in it giving a look at her light green stomach and bellybutton. 

 

She clenched her fist. Rage building. This insipid creature damaged her dress! HE DAMAGED HER DRESS

 

“Kill him!” She screamed, her voice resonating with power and rage. Her refined voice and elegant accent starting to crack showing that at least on some level she was still a goblin  “Kill this… this… stupid fuck right now!” The goblins all jolted, their heads recoiling the power of Salza’s voice hit them.

 

“Th… th’ fuck are you lot doing!” The leader said, his trembling hands still clutching the shaft of the broken spear. “Gut this knife ear bitch no–” 

 

An arrow flew from the forest and hit him right in the neck, cutting him his words off with a gurgle as he stared at Salza with a bewildered look in his eyes. He tried to turn and flee, still clutching the arrow in his neck, but was cut off by the three goblins flanking him pouncing and screaming as they brought their swords down on him over and over. The sounds of iron cutting meat reverberating through the forest.

 

Salza stood and watched. Her arms crossed as she glared down at the gory mess of the former goblin. “Stop.” she ordered. 

 

The goblins stopped and then looked up at her as Salza looked behind them and into the trees. “The rest of you. Out. Now.” 

 

Eight more goblins stumbled out from their hiding places and stood behind the remaining three as they all stared at her with a mixture of awe, obedience, and most deliciously of all to Salza: Fear.

 

Calming down at the sight of the dead goblin she snapped her fingers and watched as the hole in her dress mending itself in seconds. “Take me to the chief. Now.” she ordered. 

 

They nodded and began leading her into the forest. Salza glanced down at the muddy trial and grimaced. There was no way one as majestic as her was going to walk in the mud like a lowly goblin! Her heels would be ruined!

 

“Stop.” She ordered. The goblins stopped instantly and turned back at her in confusion. “On your knees.” Salza ordered. “I am not stepping foot on this filth!” The goblins looked at her and then at each other as Salza knocked one over and then stepped on him. The goblin sputtered and gurgled as he sank into the mud.

 

“You!” She said, pointing to the nearest one. “On your back! The rest of you line up beside each other on the ground too!”

 

The goblin underneath her groaned in pain as she put her full weight down on him but she ignored him as she watched the rest do as she ordered by getting on their hands and knees. “Don’t move.” She snapped as she stepped off the first goblin, pressing his face further into the mud as she dug her heels into his head. 

 

The goblin grunted as she stepped off him and that was followed by another as she stepped onto the next one and balanced herself perfectly as she felt the goblin sink into the mud just like the previous one. 

 

“Well?” She snapped glancing behind. “Move up, moron!” she said pointing to the end of the line. The goblin got the message and after a struggle he emerged from the mud with a loud sucking sound and moved to the end of the line. 

 

Salza grinned at the line of stepping stones she had made. She truly was a genius!

 

—--

 

It took almost two hours but Salza and her group of stepping stones managed to make it to the outskirts of the camp. Salza looked down at the trembling mud and grime soaked goblins in front of her. It seemed a couple of them had gotten stuck in the mud and died from drowning.

 

She sighed. “How useless can you be? Drowning in mud? Seriously.” The goblins stared back at her with a mixture of terror and obedience as she turned back to look at the camp and surveyed it. Her hands planted firmly on her hips. 

 

What would have seemed like home only a few hours ago now disgusted her. No… disgust wasn’t quite the word. It offended her on a personal level. The shoddy, ramshackled tents that could barely stand up to the elements. The filthy grounds littered with half eaten rotten food and soiled clothes. Her nostrils flared as she got a whiff of the nearby outhouse and her fingers twitched as the burning urge to burn it all down. But controlled herself. 

 

“We live like this?” She asked the nearest goblin. “Like, seriously?” 

 

The goblin blinked in confusion at Salza. Why was this green elf acting like she belonged? Why were her words so compelling? Why was she so godsdamned terrifying!? “W-we?” he sputtered, practically groveling at her feet. “M’lady our ‘umble village is yours too…”

 

Salza let out an annoyed sigh as she kicked at another goblin. Not even bothering to let the other idiot finish. “Move! Chieftain's tent! Now!”

 

The goblin yelped and moved quickly and Salza strode beside him as the other goblins flanked her like an honor guard. Salza held her head high in contempt. The smell was truly horrifying. Rotten food, body odor, shit… and the smell of cooking hobbit flesh that was making her stomach churn in disgust. She could not believe she used to live like this. What a disgusting creature she used to be! They weren’t even seasoning the hobbit stew! How could anyone ever eat something that bland and classless?

 

Goblins throughout the camp paused their chores to stop and look at her as she and her mudcaked goblins escorted her through the camp. None dared to even think about making a move against her. The sheer presence of her being here, right in their camp like she belonged, was enough to cow them into submission for the time being. Bravery was not a goblin’s strong suit and a stranger walking into camp with no fear was usually not a good sign.

 

The chieftain’s tent was the largest and also the most disgusting looking. As Salza stepped in front of it she could smell every single filthy thing in there. But she also heard someone inside that was not the chieftain. It was a feminine voice and one that made her green skin break out into goosebumps and really piqued her interest. 

 

“Let me go, greenskin!” the voice hissed. 

 

This was followed by laughter and the familiar raspy voice of Chief Grishe. “You’ll be tellin’ me a lotta things once I’m done with youse.” He cleared his throat and continued wit a gurgling snarl. “Who burned down my forest, eh? I thought you knife ears liked trees an’ stupid shit like that.”  

 

“I told you already!” The feminine voice replied. “I don’t know.” 

 

Grishe laughed again. “Hehe then lets see what my scouts ‘ave to say about…”

 

Salza didn’t bother to let him finish; she simply strutted in like the tent belonged to her. Which as far as she was concerned it did. “That would have been me, Grishe.” She said as she stepped in between him and the elf woman tied up on the floor.  “Salza.”

 

As expected for a goblin chieftain, Grishe was very large and powerful. One had to be in charge of a group of creatures that only respected size and strength. He was also incredibly ugly. His face was covered in scars. His nose was like a crooked carrot that had a chunk of its tip missing, giving his voice a nasally, phlegmatic tone that sounded like he was gargling water at all times. 

 

He was taken aback momentarily at this tall green elf with giant tits walking into his tent but he recovered. “Salza?” He sneered. “Only Salza I know is some runt that was only fit for gathering wood an’ nothin’ else.” he looked Salza over and licked his nasty, cracked lips. “You look fine an’ tasty ‘owever.” 

 

 Salza just rolled her eyes. If she was still her original self she’d be quaking in fear at being in the presence of the large goblin but now she was just annoyed. Annoyed at his lack of manners. Annoyed at his appearance and…

 

Her nostrils flared and suppressed another gag as she took in the rank smell of his tent. Very annoyed at his lack of hygiene. She was burning this tent after this meeting. 

 

“Tasty?” She said, her lips curling into a smile and exposing the very un-elf like canines she still possessed. “Is that any way to talk to the new chieftain?” 

 

 He laughed. “An’ who says you’re the new chief? Think you’re special cuz you burned a few trees down?” His twisted and ruined face controted into a hideous expression that was the closest he could get to a grin. “I’ll call my lads in ‘ere and we’ll cut you both up and boil your innards in a pot. Don’t think I’ve eaten a green elf afore so…”

Salza laughed and then leaned down to look Grishe right in the eyes as she once again put the full force of her power into her words. “Go outside. Announce that Salza the Beauteous is the new chief of this tribe and then…” 

 

There was a brief pause as Salza savored the power and tension in the air that her magic was creating and how utterly delightful the necklace felt as it pulsed gently between her breasts before she delivered the final command to Grishe.

 

“Throw yourself into the bonfire.”

 

Grishe’s head recoiled like the goblin’s from before and with a blank, confused look on his face he stumbled outside the tent and not long after Salza could hear him bellowing the commands she had given him. Satisfied, she turned away and went back to more important business. Like the elf that was snooping around in her territory. 

 

She seemed to be an elven ranger of some sort judging by her attire of a leather breast plate (that so impractically exposed her stomach but oh so showed off those lovely elven breasts and fit belly) and a blue hood that was currently down exposing her gorgeous raven dark hair. Her eyes were a deep violet color. 

 

Those same beautiful eyes were staring at Salza with a mixture of awe and defiance as she couldn’t quite make out whose side she really was on.

 

“And what have we here?” Salza said, kneeling down to look the tied up elf in the eyes with a wicked grin on her face. “An intruder?”

 

“I’m not an intruder!” The elf cried out as she struggled against the ropes binding her. “I’m a hostage to these filthy goblins! If you really are an ally and not some kind of new goblin breed then you’ll–”

 

Salza reached out and touched the elf’s lip with her fingers to shush her and the elf melted instantly with a loud gasp. Those violet eyes growing large with shock as the simple touch of Salza sent shocks of pleasure through her body. 

 

“How intriguing!” Salza thought as she trailed her fingers down from the elf’s lips and to her neck. The elves skin breaking out into noticeable goosebumps as she started writhing against the ropes in a much different manner than she had been previously. 

 

Salza found herself gazing longingly at her neck. How graceful and swan-like it was. How… how… delicious it looked. She felt the instinct to sink her teeth in and–

 

She shook her head. What a strange thought. But… an appealing one all the same. She licked her lips, flashing her prominent canines as she kept staring. 

 

The necklace started to throb and pulse once again. Red light emanating from it as Salza felt the strange hunger build more and more…

 

“What am I going to do with you I wonder?” Salza cooed as a few fantasies, ones involving a lot of fun with this sexy elf, started to form in her head. “After all… we can’t have such a delicious elf trespassing in my territory without a little consequence.”