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my memory is fading rapidly and as i lose sight and slip into unconsciousness a bright flash blinds me, i close my eyes against the radiance and when i could open my eyes without feeling my brain exploding i took in my surroundings. This wasn't where i remember dropping to the ground, and someone had dressed me in robes of purest black with white edges. The hood, which hung loosely about my shoulders, was spacious and contained a hidden pocket which contained a small red leather handled dagger with a channel down the middle into which i could pour poison. as i surveyed my new surroundings and immediately noticed i was on a raised platform, with a legion of warriors knelt below me, head's bowed and swords drawn. i turned my back on these low willed servants and took in the majesty of what i could only presume was my throne. A thousand skulls from many species across the planes decorated the throne, the empty eye sockets staring blankly into a never ending death and their jaws contorted into leering grin. What i can only describe as a servant approached me and offered me a green tinted sword, twice as tall as the warriors before me but it felt natural in my hand, like it was made for me. i took it up and realised i could move it with ease, it seemed to be taking orders straight from my mind with minimal use of my hand. 'Grettingssss massssterrr' ihear, whispered as if far off, but right next to me as well, i stumble around looking for the source of the mysterious voice when i notice the sword glowing with a pulsating green light. 'Retribution' i said aloud, the name feeling just right for the viscios blade hanging between my splayed fingers...





i awake after that adn stumble around my mortal shell, convinced that my reality is just a dream and craving to be back with the legion and the sword...