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 Undead Hero
The Shard of Omniscience was housed in a cathedral within the Brithlite Capital. It was early evening, but the streets were crowded. Merchants, adventures, and regular townsfolk moved about, their faces lit with cheerful smiles. The crowds parted before our company, bowing respectfully until we had passed.
I scanned the crowds, unable to find a single person who wasn't human. There were a few Beastkin and elven slaves, but those were far and in between. By the time we reached the castle in the central district, it became clear this city was far more pure-blooded than even the Divine Throne.