The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Cathedral of Fate
We arrived at the keep without me even realizing it. The walls were equally imposing, though slightly smaller than the outer defenses, and the gate hung similarly askew. The towers within still stood, the most prominent being the pair that crowned the entrance to the main building. Though my view was limited to what I could see through the broken gates, the structure within resembled a church, with a soaring roof and what was likely once stained glass windows.
Statues, adorned in elaborate armor or kingly robes, stood sentinel in nooks around the structure. A large fountain dominated the center of the inner courtyard, featuring a majestic winged dragon coiled protectively around a miniature mountain. The water must have been designed to flow from its mouth, frozen open in a silent, defiant roar towards the starlit sky.