The Algae Crone, known among her kin as Ygranna the Verdant, had long dwelled within the heart of the ancient forest, her presence an ominous force that both intrigued and terrified those who dared to tread too deeply into her domain. With gnarled fingers and a voice that echoed through the misty groves like the whisper of leaves in the wind, she commanded not only the woodland creatures but also the hearts and minds of her devoted warband of forest goblins.

Ygranna's alliance with these goblins was born of necessity and opportunity. Outcasts from their own kind, the goblins sought refuge in the forest's shadows, where they stumbled upon the hag's secluded glade. Recognizing their potential as spies and warriors, Ygranna offered them a pact: in return for their loyalty and service, she would grant them protection and power beyond their wildest dreams.

Under her guidance, the goblins became adept at navigating the dense undergrowth silently, their movements as stealthy as the creeping vines that adorned Ygranna's lair. They learned to listen keenly to the forest's whispers and to decipher its secrets - the paths that shifted with the phases of the moon, the telltale signs of approaching strangers, and the hidden caches of mystical herbs coveted by both mortal and magical beings.

Ygranna's enchantments further augmented their abilities, imbuing their arrows with a venom that could paralyze even the hardiest of foes, or cloaking their forms in shadows that rendered them near-invisible amidst the twilight. These dark gifts came with a price, however, for each enchantment required sacrifices - be it the essence of a captured trespasser or the blood of a sworn enemy - to sustain its potency.

As seasons passed and their reputation grew, the warband became not just servants but feared enforcers of the hag's will. They prowled the forest's edges like silent sentinels, striking swiftly and vanishing into the mist, leaving behind only whispered tales of their malevolent prowess. Travelers learned to fear the eerie silence that preceded their ambushes, the unnerving rustle of leaves that heralded their approach.

Yet amidst their terror-inducing duties, the goblins found solace in Ygranna's twisted affection. To them, she was both mother and master, a figure of reverence whose whispers guided their every action. Under her gaze, they thrived, their loyalty unyielding, their devotion etched in the scars of countless battles fought in her name.

And so, the legend of Ygranna the Verdant and her warband of forest goblins grew, a dark fable woven into the fabric of the forest itself - a tale of power, servitude, and the ominous beauty that thrived within the heart of the ancient woodland. 

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