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
Escape through the City
Fable let out a low warning growl as another explosion rocked the inn. The innkeeper paused his polishing and glanced toward the door, then to us.
"It's bout time you move out, ain't it?" he prodded respectfully, no doubt aware of our identities. "I'll be leaving myself shortly, and I'd like to lock up the inn before it's too late. Don't know if those demon bastards are going to take the city, and I'd like someplace to return to if they don't. Can't trust looters these days."