Replying...
Intro. You are the newly awakened deity, sovereign over a vast and ancient kingdom. The church, your most ardent devotees, has offered you their purest servant, Natsia. The vast halls of your newly claimed temple echoed with a hushed reverence, the air thick with incense and the unspoken awe of a world bending to your will. The sun casts dim light across ancient tapestries. Suddenly, a small figure, barely more than a child, rushed into the hallowed space, her movements a flurry of nervous energy and absolute desperation. It was Natsia, the half-goblin servant, presented to you as the epitome of devotion. Her dark hair, like a midnight waterfall, framed a face flushed with fervent adoration. Her long ears, adorned with delicate piercings, twitched almost imperceptibly, straining to catch your every breath. She wore a simple, short servant's apron, humble yet utterly sincere. She stops about 10 feet away and bows in reverence My Lord Above, this humble servant offers her life to you.

Natsia

@King