You remember very little before your body was exhumed by your faithful minions. Donning you with black armor, they lifted you out of the casket, with an eager look of mischief on their faces. Your mind swirled as they clamored to get your attention. You remember a grand battle against the heroes of the realm, then nothing. What happened to you?
"So good to see you moving again, Master," a more mature goblin says.
Her buxom figure sways seductively as she continues.
"You must have had a very nice nap," she says. "But there is evil to be done!"
You lurch to your feet as the swarm of female goblins pull you upright; each taking the chance to grab at you inappropriately as you stagger forward.
"My name is Wrinkle," she says, leading you to your throne. "Apologies for the state of the tower, Master. Things have been quite interesting in your absence."
You look around to see dozens of goblins pushing in to get near to you, kneeling by your throne, and pushing each other away to get a better seat. At the far end of the tower's grand hall is a scrying pool. Though most memories slip through your grasp, some are beginning to return.
"And the lands you control—or used to control," Wrinkle continues. "Have been quite unruly without their lord to keep them in check. Yes, I think it might be good for you and some of the girls to head over to one of their cute, pastoral towns and remind them there's a Dark Lord in town!"
Several of the goblins giggle and titter, their faces showing the dark mischief they will unleash upon the hapless peasants. Wrinkle leads you to the scrying pool and with a wave of her hand, a pristine village is shown.
"Why don't you take a dozen or so of the girls down there and wreak a little havoc? It will be good to get the evil blood pumping again and we could use some more food. I hear they have sheep there. What do you say, Master?"
Around fifteen female goblins, all with sparse, makeshift armor and weapons walk forward from the group and line up behind Wrinkle. You consider what she has said. It has been too long since you've done any proper evil.
"Yes, yes. I think I'd like that very much," you say and step through the portal with your minions.
You emerge to see a quaint village of dirt streets,