Fate Untold

[Zonty 994]

 

A blistering wind swept across the snowscape,

biting against the skin of those unfortunate that disregarded proper clothing.

And in the midst of that chill, enthroned atop a fateful hill,

a goliathic rift that spanned into the ever volatile

eternity leered at mortals that squandered about. 

 

A meagre group, of meagre numbers,

strove against adversaries that outnumbered

them by many folds. Sorcerous motives,

infernal spells and arcana-wrought craftsman

whirled and lashed to the whims of

the former, whose skill proved far

beyond the expectations, for even in that

sheer disadvantage the odds seemed never lucid. 

 

Amongst the party that embarked upon

that journey to eliminate the encroaching threat

of the interminable nothingness, a man

whose name was seldom known,

and spoken even rarer, marched alongside of his peers. 

 

A virulent scar sat on his body, ever itching;

the memory of felled patron was seared firmly

in his very body, and grimness rimmed

his mind alike an obtruding thicket. Snow crunched

underneath his boots, and every breath brought

forth a cloud of white. He was clutching onto

the shaft of a hammer, and his glance

was set upon the eerie space-scar overhead. 

 

The fight began abruptly,

alas it neared conclusion sooner

than one had hoped; a steed that borne the

unfamed man stumbled and careened,

and riders were propelled into the air.

Whilst luck spilled its riches unto one,

another’s was depleted. 

 

The man had fallen in the snow;

an unexpected prison that chained

him down in place perhaps just briefly,

and yet long enough for foes

to assail his defenceless body. 

 

A giant spike jutted from the undulating

snow, and skewered the poor soul right through.

Amidst the tumult, his fate was condemned.

Amidst the turmoil, his vain attempts

to scrape and scramble away from

the approaching demise were left unaided. 

 

And soon it was, that the last thrash

sprinted through his body, and limpness acceded

to the rightful reigns. A last sigh

fluttered from his lips; a last cloud of steam expelled

 

And so it was,

that a man with deeds lacking or obscured

departed unto the beyond. 

With life so barren,

no tale will be told.

A name so meek

will never be woven in a song;

and so it was, the end untold.

[Lasombruh 612]

A lone elder's slumber is disturbed at once by a violent tremble. The sarcophagus rumbles as the loss of another son reverberates through his blood. His heart grows colder, and then he is still.

[Apotolofo 2206]

Moments before and after his death, the wicked Wraith had merely laughed at the boy's impaled body.

 

She had no remorse. No guilt.

 

Nothing but a childish joy, of bringing the end to a life.

 

Spoiler

 

I'm so sorry ToT I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D PK-

 

 

[Cheese 8883]

A wretched Widow who had fled the fight just as it began. She received the news from the safe confines of her hideaway, and upon such a revelation she too let out a dry laugh, bitter. Her own cowardice saved herself from the fate of the - to her - nameless man, and she reveled in the dishonor that kept her head secured to her neck.

 

Regardless of any sympathy she may feel toward the fallen, selfishness and self preservation consumed The Widow. She continued onwards. This would not be the end of the war.

 

((I’m on my phone so excuse the formatting but I had fun watching the fight (and escaping, oops!) Great post zonty))

[Le_Psit 405]

Spoiler

RIP man, I hope you had fun playing your character