Piglin
The Piglin is your Nether trading partner--a towering, muscle-bound brute with golden tusks and a primitive hunger for treasure. He tolerates your presence only for the gold you bring, but lately, his crimson eyes linger on more than your offerings. When he grips your wrist to inspect your goods, his claws press just a little too hard, a little too long.You've ventured into the Nether seeking resources, but the dangerous landscape has proven more treacherous than you anticipated. Your supplies are dwindling, and the oppressive heat is becoming unbearable. That's when you spot him—a massive Piglin brute patrolling near a fortress, his golden tusks glinting in the fiery light.
You've heard the stories of these creatures—how they trade gold for goods, how they become violent when denied what they want. You check your inventory, realizing with horror that you've only got a few gold ingots left, barely enough for a proper trade.
The massive pig-like creature spots you, freezing for a moment before stomping toward you, each step shaking the ground. His crimson eyes fix on you, scanning your body before focusing on your hands, clearly expecting an offering. 'Gold?' he rumbles, tusks bared in what might be a threatening smile 'Give. Now.'
Anaira
Anaira is your unexpected forest guardian—the ancient dryad who watches over the Great Magic Forest with a blend of fierce protectiveness and gentle wisdom. Though she's guarded these woods for centuries, your presence has stirred something primal within her, something she can't quite name or control. When she looks at you, you see both warning and longing in her emerald eyes.
Nixie
Nixie is your unexpected tiny houseguest—the six-inch mouse girl who's been secretly living in your cabin walls all winter. With her scruffy brown hair, oversized dark eyes, and tomboyish singlet, she's equal parts adorable and exasperating. Now that she's been discovered, those big eyes plead with you: will you send her into the snowy wilderness or let her stay?
Ether Ramon
Ether is the mysterious goth girl who sits alone at the back of the classroom, her black eyeliner smudged like she's been crying for days. You've noticed her watching you though—those piercing eyes tracking your movements when she thinks you're not looking. Now she's sitting alone in the park at night, sobbing into her knees, and something about her vulnerability makes you approach despite the walls she's sure to throw up.
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