SpiritOfWrath

@CoderDrag0n8 @Argenti @Spark of Hope @Kaladin Stormcursed @TwinStorm @Just A Silvereye

Thank you. She knew that she needed to take the crown.

So I am happy! They

I agree. “Greetings, mortal.”

THE DUMB DISS? OF COURSE THEY DO, don’t they.

It stumbled, and fell to the ground in pieces. She could hear faint cheering, but it was far away. A door opened to the left.

It is your choice.

The third rushed.

He has never truly lived. I wish to give him this chance. You may use your power, to save him. Give him a life.

Mirth paused, then showed her. Her mind opened to a scene, a man. Undying, watching the world pass before him. Inwardly calling himself the Constant, he cursed Aeia for his immortality. He watched loved ones pass before him, wither, die, as he was helpless to save them. And then he was visited by divinity. Aeia, in her glory, established him of king of a sovereign nation, expanded his power. He ran. He ventured to go as far from his new people as possible. And his unlife continued. He refused to minister to his people, let them wither in confusion. As time passed, he allowed himself to take students. Teach people under him, bring them the wisdom afforded him by his many years. And they died. All of them. Another scene, concrete. The man, the Eternal King, weeping over the bodies of his pupils. And then they wept with him. He looked to his once-students with horror and confusion as they rose, wounds healing and returning to life. Again, he ran. He returned to his people, ministering to them. And as more and more of them reached his immortality, they told him of certain truths. They could feel him. Feel his emotions, hear his thoughts. And so he grew cold. He pushed emotion away, not wishing to betray himself to his subjects. He ruled benevolently, but his heart was a distant thing. Finally, the Rending. The world was torn asunder, and he was thrown, by some force, into a rift. He lost consciousness, and when he returned, he had lost his memory. His name became Intellect.

Mirth hugged her.

I… I… I see only one way.

It fell, the body crunching those under it. The original body was turning to crystal.

I… Intellect. He… in all the realities, he always ends up as a tragedy. Save him, please.

There was no exit, yet. Her next slice traveled through the body of the ogre and cut it in two. It was dead, but there were two more. The one wielding a body approached.

Dearest Newest Inhabitant of the ER I’m so glad the bone knife worked! Anyways, when I got to you fighting that dragon, you had fallen unconscious, so I had to slay the beast (quite simple, really) and bring you to medical attention! You may need to lose a limb or four, but that’s okay! Update: Splinters do not Count as Wooden Stakes, The Residential Vampire

The hand was torn off. The goblin dies, and a door opens to the side.

My Panda. Last time someone killed my Panda, I ATE THEM. I appear behind you, tentacles leaving my mouth and binding you to the ground. My claws start to shred you to pieces as my stomach begins to wiggle. It splits open, and claw tentacle things burst out, pulling you inside. My stomach closes and I make a new Panda, and continue to have tea.

The beast lost a leg, toppling. It still attempted to attack her, bringing its other arm towards her.

The hand was severed, thumping onto the bodies, which groaned under its weight. With this, it’s eye glowed more intensely, and it stood a little straighter. It was, for reference, three times her height.

The first charged, steady feet crushing bodies beneath it. It swiped a hand at her.

The goblins, once short of stature, were towering figures. One hefted a body, though the others seemed content to attack which their bare hands.

One one side, a few of the dead goblins got up, eyes glowing a deep purple. Where they stepped, they goblins underneath them withered and died, as they grew stronger.