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
Heroic Introductions
R'lissea was a soft-spoken, shy elf with the youngest appearance among the other heroes. Judging by her small hands and girlish face, I guessed her around 13, but her ability to distill conflict was astounding. The other heroes settled down the moment she spoke, accepting her interruption with grace.
"Um, what did you want me to talk about?" She asked Soltair, making an effort to speak loud enough for everyone to hear.
Soltair smiled warmly, the earlier edge in his voice gone. "Thank you. I thought we would summarize where we've been and how much we've improved the last five months."
R'lissea took a moment to compose herself. "I've been studying at the kingdom of elves, Sylvarus. I know it's not much, but I've mastered several sixth-circle spells."
The heroes reacted with surprise, and Alex leaned forward, mouth falling agape. "Sixth-circle? And here I thought you'd be at four, at most!"