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
Second First Adventure
The party assembled in the common room, which was practically empty after the night's festivities. The villagers had returned to their farms and trades around the village, and, much to my relief, the richly dressed merchant from before was gone.
"You sleep alright?" Tana asked, sliding into the seat next to me.
I looked down at my lap, as she set a tray of breakfast in front of me. "Yes."
She pursed her lips together. "Really? You look worse than when you went to bed. Is something bothering you?"
I shook my head, carefully avoiding her concerned gaze, and jumped as a loud clatter startled me from the other side of the table.
"Sorry," Sorrin muttered, settling into his chair. "I forget how easily you startle. Dyson's out getting information right now, and we'll leave as soon as he gets back. Do you have everything?"