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
Viriden banquet
The banquet fell short of the opulent feasts provided by the Divine Throne, yet I found myself at home in the warm, welcoming atmosphere. The Viriden locals had poured their hearts into both the food and the entertainment, and I found myself entranced by the lively folk music played by their talented musicians. It was a gathering where Lord Griffon had opened the doors to commoners, transcending the typical exclusivity of noble events. This wasn't just a matter of practicality, as cities seldom boasted enough high-class attendees for a banquet, but ran deeper. The genuine affection in everyone's eyes for Lord Griffon was palpable.