Tána's Demise

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In the end it was all too much, I was living on borrowed time from the moment I began using Croxlo’s lightning to take out the goblins terrorizing those dog-worshiping humans. I should have listened to the signs and not the “friends” I’d only known for days. I was blinded by the idea of belonging somewhere and having people who care about me, but in the end they cared not. They left my body behind to become reanimated and lurk amongst the wights.

My life, though incredibly short, was worth the pain and suffering. I lived through some of the worst circumstances imaginable and Croxlo, witness to my trouble, has given me a place by his side in heaven. I have become the thing that nightmares are made of. I have free reign in the dreams of those down on Kaileria. So when you fall asleep tonight and you see the pale dead creature in the corner of your vision, don’t try to get a better look at her. She’ll disappear before you can turn in her direction. She’s only a distraction from the enormous, red-eyed beast breathing heavily behind you. His name is Damien, and he hasn’t had a decent meal in twenty years.

Tána's Demise

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