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
Into the Gate
A reverent hush fell across the swamp as the assembled soldiers and mages fell silent. Lord Griffon stood on a large tree stump, amplifying his voice with a simple spell. Feeling weary from the travel and conversation, I summoned my staff, leaning against the glassy shaft and listening closely.
"One year ago, the gods blessed our world with warnings of a darkness to come. A time in the near future when demonic hordes would descend from hell and ravage our lands and loved ones. That time has come, and we have risen to meet it"