As Reduran stared at the window floating in front of his eyes, blood lay seeping into the stone around him. Darkness so thick, even his Dwarven eyes could not pierce it lay over him, as if a blanket comforting a child. Yet the …show more content…
Blind, he knew his wife lay with his children somewhere close, yet not close enough that he might lay next to her in death. All he could feel were the tears leaving his eyes.
'So many dead... For no reason... OH GODS WHY!? WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO DESERVE THIS?! Please... somebody...save my family... please.'
However, he knew nobody would answer his silent prayer. The gods did not care for mortals, no. They were so high and mighty they would smite all that may pose a threat to them without caring for the innocents caught in the crosshair.
It was at this moment that he recieved the message. Never having seen such a thing, his blood-deprived brain had trouble understanding what it was that was being said. Yet, by some miracle, he managed a moment of clarity.
'My family... will be safe... Any deal... is worth that.' And so, the (Yes) option was pressed, through a force of will and desperation. At that moment, the dwarven body that housed the soul of Reduran Crimson-Axe died, and the souls of his family that floated above their corpses waiting, as well as his own, did not go to the domain of the God who had forsaken them, but rather