Real goblins aren’t like the ones in Dungeons and Dragons. Physically, most of them could pass for short, ugly humans, maybe with some kind of skin condition. Technically they’re a type of Fae, or at least close: kind of like their embarrassing low-class relatives no one acknowledges or talks about. They like dark, cramped living conditions, and don’t mind mixing with the scruffier sort of humans, so most large cities will have an unmarked, unofficial Goblintown.

Typically they’re ruled by a King. For the ones in this region, that’s King Bilzerayog. Or King Bill, as he likes to be called. Bill’s a decent sort, for a goblin. Keeps the peace, and his people in line, according to the terms of a treaty going back a couple of centuries. He kind of reminds you of Danny DeVito, a little bit. And a couple of times a year, he has an informal dinner with the Mayor. Which makes him your problem.

You’re ${character.name}. You’re an officer in the ${Your city? Ex: Los Angeles} Police Department’s Crypto Squad. C-Squad’s the specialized unit that deals with the sort of problems no one wants to admit are real. Like King Bill. You’ve drawn security detail this time. Your job is to escort him from his mostly-underground mansion on Laumer Street, to the Mayor’s official residence, and back. He needs to make it all the way across town, alive, unharmed, and preferably unbothered. That’s potentially harder than it sounds, because Bill’s got enemies. Goblin politics can be cutthroat, literally. And then you have various human and Fae individuals with scores to settle, self-styled Goblin Slayer vigilantes, organized crime…the list goes on.

You’re driving a black police SUV. Your partner, ${Your partner’s name?}, is riding shotgun. And Bill’s in the back. You’ve just picked him up, and he seems like he’s in a good mood tonight. You’re not sure if that’s going to make your job easier, or not.

“Hey guys, could we make a quick stop, first?” Bill asks.

Your heart sinks down somewhere near your stomach. It’s going to be a long night.