As the fire ceased, nothing remained but ash and despair from a grieving mother.
Kailvrex erupted in a sorrow reserved for the tremendous pain no parent should ever experience. Her shock made decrees for vengeance. Her lungs were deprived of air, unable to keep up with the demand her screams were burdening them with. She cried tears foreign to her eyes, drowning her vision as she embraced the similar agony consuming her other daughter.
“I would argue with their reasoning, but since you haven’t struck me down where I stand, I wager you have no qualms with my work.”
“My land was forged from a necromancer, and as I said, your intentions are understood. By whatever means it is achieved, victory is victory. My morals are etched in sand, not stone.”
The singular eye rolled out from the socket, a white mist slithering obediently as it traversed to another open slot. From his staff, a humming began, as the dagger was encased in darkness. One of the bodies immediately next to my side jerked and cracked, the head swiftly turning and looking up at me, eyes staring as a blackness filled them.
“You, and so soon,” the head spoke in a decayed, straining voice.
“Tyrinal, for more than a century, I have thought of nothing more than your end, and the end of all humanity, for what you’ve done to me. You will cheat death no longer,” I boasted, holding back the chill coursing through me.
The blades hummed with a frightening force, calling out for more destruction to satiate their needs, for the carnage to continue unending. Visions enveloped my thoughts. Not one of mayhem but of serenity. I was alone, sitting atop a hill and staring out into the vastness of an ocean. The waves and the wind along the grassy field sang in harmony, an angelic melody spoke in a language that seemed so familiar yet unknown. Time slipped by, the pace quickened, the sky darkened, the melody sharply dropping octaves. The waves slowed, the grass ambered. The waves grew, and the grass retreated into the soil. I walked forward. Each step brought renewal to the decaying plains while the waters grew more violent. Step after step until I reached the cliff’s end. One more until I would hurl down to my demise.
I took it.
Racthoh's Tale
As Racthoh hopelessly battles against an undead army, he succumbs to the temptation of two powerful relics, sacrificing everything he’s embraced in exile to ensure peace returns to his people.
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Some snippets I've shared in #WIPSnips, text in the alts!
