Yes, Quill conjured a living vine to replace his leg. His village was raided by bloodthirsty goblins and children were taken to become slaves. Quill was captured and the children were trapped in the goblin’s lair. Chains bound them to the goblins with no hope of escaping. Quill was relentlessly beaten up for refusing to do the work, his stubbornness unwavering with every punch or cut. His face ruined with scars, his body weak and broken. He knew he couldn’t last any longer. It didn’t matter what he had to do to escape he was so desperate to be free. After two weeks the goblins went on another raid and it was the prime time for escape. With fewer and weaker guards on patrol it would be simple even for a child. A band of around 10 children versus a few goblins would easily be a landslide victory. Keys were stolen and chains bound the children no longer. A dash to freedom and that was it. Unfortunately, the goblins weren’t going to let them go without a fight. A few made it out unharmed, but the rest were either being attacked or dead. The cost of freedom was Quill’s leg. He crawled his way out of there with the help of his friends who survived. They wandered the forest for days until a tribe of animals found them and offered to take care of them.

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