Bloodmancer: Hero of Ruin
To be a hero is a curse, not a blessing. It's a simple truth Leon learned in the most painful of ways. He heroically slaughtered all the enemies of his president. Heroically purged those who opposed his master. And heroically brought doom to those who cried under the boot of the world's dictator. Leon saw the death of his family; a result of the events he set in motion himself. He saw his beloved city turn into ruins, scorched by the radioactive flames of the nuke he set off. His title was as cheap as his life. And in the only act of rebellion he could find, he heroically put an end to his life... And the world he helped to destroy. 'All of this happened... But why am I hearing a self-entitled voice calling me a failure?' Leon couldn't help but ponder. 'No, that's not it...' he quickly corrected himself. 'How can I hear anything if I evaporated in the wake of the nuke I detonated myself?'
Northern docks - Bread Market
Leon left the inn in a hurry befitting a teenager that just gotten his first kiss, not a seasoned veteran of several wars. And yet, his cheeks continued to burn after that bold statement he gave to the girl.
'What am I, a horny kid or what?' he thought, berating himself for falling prey to something as simple as a sad face of a girl he barely know.
He then shook his head and took a deep breath, enjoying the freshness of the air outside of the inn.
However nice the food smelled inside, especially in the better half of the building, the hints of human odor were still there, souring the experience.
To say that the air outside, still in the middle of the city, was better, would be a gross overstatement. The odor of sweat and dirt was simply replaced with the unsavory smell of excrement and horse shit.