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Another roleplay illustration
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what do you think happens to a corpse if it's left in the sand for eight years?
Clouds slowly gather over the temple, and a fine drizzle is beating down the dust. Isaac doesn't look at his companions, eyes fixed on the unearthed sand beneath his feet. A masked figure breaks the silence:
"Well.. we've all lost someone. It's... Normal, isn't it?
"This is not normal, Yab. I should have been lying down in this sand. Gerald should have buried me, and he wouldn't have lost his memory just because he lost someone. And I'm a coward, and that's why I'm here now. Just to die, either in one war or the next. And pay for everything I've done.
"You don't have to..."
"I must. We agreed to do this. His last words..."?, Isaac takes a deep breath, "No, he didn't say anything. He plunged a dagger into his chest in complete silence and sent several dozen inquisitors with him to the next world. Not only was I not able to replace or at least join him, so I also forgot about it. And remembered only... When was it? A week ago? Or even less? No, don't answer, not interested-
The warlock stops in mid-sentence. All this time he was mindlessly tapping the shovel on the staff, now realizing that he can not separate them from each other. A few crackling sparks light between them, running down Isaac's arms.
From the top of the temple, a yellow lightning strikes the sky, but the clouds reflect it like a mirror. The incredible impact force pushes the magician into the sand, and the skin on his hands cracks, bursting with blisters.
Just a moment later, Isaac falls to the ground with a groan, still clutching the handle of the shovel with which he buried his best friend eight years ago. The sand around him melted into glass - the same glass now fills the cracks in the old wood. The blazing staff tip in the shape of a lightning bolt hisses softly as raindrops fall on it.
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what do you think happens to a corpse if it's left in the sand for eight years?
Clouds slowly gather over the temple, and a fine drizzle is beating down the dust. Isaac doesn't look at his companions, eyes fixed on the unearthed sand beneath his feet. A masked figure breaks the silence:
"Well.. we've all lost someone. It's... Normal, isn't it?
"This is not normal, Yab. I should have been lying down in this sand. Gerald should have buried me, and he wouldn't have lost his memory just because he lost someone. And I'm a coward, and that's why I'm here now. Just to die, either in one war or the next. And pay for everything I've done.
"You don't have to..."
"I must. We agreed to do this. His last words..."?, Isaac takes a deep breath, "No, he didn't say anything. He plunged a dagger into his chest in complete silence and sent several dozen inquisitors with him to the next world. Not only was I not able to replace or at least join him, so I also forgot about it. And remembered only... When was it? A week ago? Or even less? No, don't answer, not interested-
The warlock stops in mid-sentence. All this time he was mindlessly tapping the shovel on the staff, now realizing that he can not separate them from each other. A few crackling sparks light between them, running down Isaac's arms.
From the top of the temple, a yellow lightning strikes the sky, but the clouds reflect it like a mirror. The incredible impact force pushes the magician into the sand, and the skin on his hands cracks, bursting with blisters.
Just a moment later, Isaac falls to the ground with a groan, still clutching the handle of the shovel with which he buried his best friend eight years ago. The sand around him melted into glass - the same glass now fills the cracks in the old wood. The blazing staff tip in the shape of a lightning bolt hisses softly as raindrops fall on it.
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