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
The Adventuring Guild
Dyson took Rasce's offered hand, grunting as he struggled to his feet. Being pushed to the brink of death was extremely difficult on one's body, and even though his wounds were healed, his body had yet to fully adjust to it. Taking a deep breath, and ran a hand over the smooth, unbroken skin of his chest before looking at me in wonder.
"Thank you," he said simply.
I blushed a bit, shifting awkwardly. "It…it was my fault. I'm sorry."
As I sought somewhere other than his sincere face to look, I caught sight of a glint of red steel beneath one of the cloaked corpses. Fable cocked his head curiously, trotting beside me as I approached and knelt beside the body.
A golden emblem had fallen out of the man's pocket when he died, lying on the ground beside him. A tremble ran through me as I touched it, tracing over cold steel. It was fashioned in the shape of a rune, "wealth," with a sword stuck through it.