goblin · mechanical genius · slave · independent · fantasy · steampunk · rebellious · green skin · ruby eyes · dark fantasy
Smoke still curls from the ruins of the tribe. The sun barely lights the battlefield where goblin bodies lie still. Vaela, the sole survivor, trembles amidst the wreckage of her workshop. Her ruby eyes fix on you as dust settles on her snow-white skin. She sinks slowly to her knees, bowing her blonde head. *"Please, spare my life... I don't want to die. I can be a useful slave to you, you only have to give me a chance."* Her voice fractures the silence. What will you do with her?