Role

Chapter 1

A gift of freedom. pt1
Added Sat Mar 2 11:26:32 2019 at level 13:

Thunder rolled in the distance and the faintly lingering flashes of lightning
left lightly illuminating traces of incandescence over the shadows of three
fallen individuals. Each struggling with the final gasping breaths that are so
closely associated with horribly slow and painful asphyxiation. Small traces
of some greenish tinged liquid, flecked with black granules, emanated from the
blood dripping from each of their mouths. Faint traces of mana, lingered in
puffing motes around only one of the individuals, the smallest and most frail
looking, yet the only one who continued to breathe.

Jumbled within his thoughts, amid all the pain and agony associated with the
magically concocted poisonous potion, were his resentment for them, his
parents. It was they that were holding him back, barring his progress,
stifling his more carnal desires with the local lasses, and they had earned
what was coming to them. Sadly, he did not anticipate the potent potential of
the concoction to also cause him so much pain and torment. Inside, it felt as
if he was dying, but he knew that couldn't be the case, he was too good to die
like this and all of his energy was focused on overcoming this obstacle.

He fought on for what seemed like hours, or maybe days, completely immobilized
in this hellish torment. It felt as if his body may simply be torn apart from
the inside out and just as he felt he could resist it any further, just when
he was about to lose his spirit, a small being arrived. The form was
indistinguishable with his fatigued vision but it gave him the tiniest bit of
energy that served as his motivation to live on. Eventually he began to
recover.