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
Eve of Battle
The time after my unsettling visit to Haven passed in a blur, the days bleeding into one another. Now that I had a glimpse of the looming threat, I spent every spare moment poring over my collection of tomes, searching for potential solutions.
Thron had left me a wealth of information, but most of it was geared towards helping me reach the eighth level. While it expanded my knowledge of magic significantly, much of it wasn't directly applicable to our current predicament and the dangers awaiting us in Brithlite. Instead, the texts covered new runes, advanced magic circle formations, and, most intriguingly, how to cast sixth-circle and above spells with additional circles.