Death.

[Metamancy 1772]

 

 

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Post from my character's perspective of the field battle today.

 

The sky was clear, and the sun hung high in the sky. 

 

A certain figure marched down the streets of the Holy Imperium, khor blade dragging across the dirt. Light grew dimmer, being absorbed, around it, and plants withered and died. 

 

Somewhere in the distance, there was a clamor. 

 

The figure paused for a moment, a dandelion crushed beneath its feet. The dandelion screamed for help as its seeds struggled to break free from the armored foot, to fly free out into the wind – but its voice was silenced, and its lifeforce was taken.

 

The figure, of course, did not notice the dandelion. It merely paused for a moment longer, before making its way over towards the gathering of what was made evident to be a gaggle of peasants.

 

“What is happening here?” 

 

Asked the figure to no one in particular, hollow sockets for eyes scanning the scene, taking in the raised blades, armored horses and shouting peasants behind a white helm. White was a better disguise than black.

 

“Rebellion!”

 

Answered a peasant, roaring out in outrage. 

 

The darkstalker paused and sheathed its cursed blade. It was at that moment that it caught a peasant’s eye. 

 

“What’re ye doin’?”

 

Demanded a peasant of the paramount undead in disguise. 

 

“Ye’re gonna need that blade! We fight for our rights! We fight for our families!”

 

The being, which had long since felt any emotion, felt nothing still. And yet, there was something admirable about the words fight and family being used together; oppression, the darkstalker had noticed, was a recurring pattern in human history. 

 

“...of course,”

 

The armor-clad figure chuckled, drawing the khor blade out of its sheathe once more. Its tip kissed the ground, and the ground screamed in agony. If the peasant noticed, he did not seem to care.

 

“Hop on a horse! We head to the hills!”

 

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

 

The darkstalker was, quite frankly, surprised that it had not been noticed to be darkspawn by the time they reached the battlefield. Perhaps it was the fact that they were peasants; perhaps they did not even know what darkspawn were.

The being watched as the Alban knights rolled unto the scene, lances and blades in hand.

 

Few words were exchanged. The darkstalker merely felt the tip of its blade with its armored hand, taking it all in. 

 

And thus, battle began.

 

 The being felt that familiar rush of battle, the closest thing it came to feeling – it felt its blade cleave through skin, felt lances against its armor, felt its bone creaking beneath the weight of steel – and yet, it still felt nothing. 

 

Its lack of feeling enraged it; if it could feel rage at all. It wanted to feel, wanted to feel the same bloodlust that the humans could feel. And so, in its vain attempts, it slashed and slashed and slashed, watched blood splatter the soil below. 

 

Alas, the darkstalker was left scanning the battlefield in the briefest of pauses only to find that most of the peasants had fallen.

 

“Tch.”

 

It clicked its nonexistent tongue, and made to sheathe its blade and run – only for an Alban knight’s blade to catch it in the back of the head.

 

The undead paramount fell to the ground and felt its skull begin to crack. There was no pain; for feeling pain would be too much mercy. It only felt a dull sensation in its chest, the same sensation it always felt, as the blade came crashing down to sever head from body.

 

It knew that it would be back. It always did; always came back to life, to suffer more. 

 

And as the roaring of the Alban victors grew louder, the paramount wished it could close its eyes, to meet death like so many of the peasants did.

 

The darkstalker could not remember why it had decided to fight for the peasants in the first place.

 

Why?

 

That was its thought as it met death, once more. 

 

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good post

 

[McSteve 131]

didn't u leave LOTC?

 

[Chimeraof1999 1187]

16 hours ago, McSteve said:

didn't u leave LOTC?

 

You should leave LOTC.