ToweringGoose
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Reincarnator, Forest Warden, and God's Shard Guard were a few of his many titles, the last high elf. But it matters no more...
His world turned grey and something broke inside of him on that accursed day. He only cared for them. The young, the old. The men, the women. But they spared none. They showed no mercy, all of them were killed. Burnt. Pierced. Torn to pieces... And because of what? Some greed they labeled as a necessity...
The world turned grey. Nothing mattered to him. Nothing after he saw the once colorful elven village lay in ruins, burnt down to ashes. He threw the last bit of humanity he chose to keep. He wanted to feel her warm embrace. To hug her and forget. To hug her and run away. They killed her too, for none was spared.
The world was still colorful, but he chose to repaint it. He brought them back and on that day, on that day he swore vengeance on the world...
...And the undead hordes were soon to emerge, repainting his world anew...
His world turned grey and something broke inside of him on that accursed day. He only cared for them. The young, the old. The men, the women. But they spared none. They showed no mercy, all of them were killed. Burnt. Pierced. Torn to pieces... And because of what? Some greed they labeled as a necessity...
The world turned grey. Nothing mattered to him. Nothing after he saw the once colorful elven village lay in ruins, burnt down to ashes. He threw the last bit of humanity he chose to keep. He wanted to feel her warm embrace. To hug her and forget. To hug her and run away. They killed her too, for none was spared.
The world was still colorful, but he chose to repaint it. He brought them back and on that day, on that day he swore vengeance on the world...
...And the undead hordes were soon to emerge, repainting his world anew...