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
New Spells
Moments after the Earth Spirit appeared, it floated down until its feet brushed the ground. Immediately, the ground erupted, throwing chunks of earth and stone into the sky, Paving stones, boulders, and even clumps of dirt flowed onto the spirit in an inverted whirlpool. Dust billowed out of the rapidly growing caldera in thick clouds, surging outward and coating everything. But, moments before the wave reached me, the spirit thrust its arm out, hand clenched in a fist. The dust cloud collapsed inward, imploding on the elemental, condensing around the larger rocks, and sealing it all together.