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 Lord of Chains
No soldiers or guards were in the courtyard; those had long been slain in the fierce fighting. The Last Light Company now surged into the inner districts, engaging the Church's forces and keeping them off our backs. While I would have preferred to wait for Bethiv to clear the remnants of the enemy from the inner districts before venturing into the palace and whatever traps Alverin had prepared, there was no time. It had to be now.
With that urgent thought spurring us on, we hurried towards the main gates. But just as we arrived, two overwhelming presences swept over the city from opposite directions, their power dwarfing every soldier, mage, hero, and apostle.