[private] when hell is full, the dead will walk the earth - straia

[Warship]

when all of hell is full, the dead shall walk the earth

He had tried dying many times before he actually accomplished it. He lived through wars of might and magic, through dragons and Dark Gods and everything in between. The etchings on his body told the tale of endless battles and hundreds of opponents. None of them could take him, at least not permanently. The Chamber (or some other unseen force) had always called, and even the Grim Reaper dared not thwart them. And so he would be spat back out, again and again. Sometimes he lived just because Hell had had no vacancies, other times because the Chamber demanded it.

Until the Chamber herself had died.

When she had died, the blood in his veins turned to dust, his tongue reduced to ashes in his mouth. His heart had crumbled like the smooth granite rocks that had surrounded his beloved kingdom. When she had died, he went with it. And it was for the best, for he was a lost relic of a bygone world, where might was everything and magic meant little. Where wars were won with spilt blood and the sweat off the shoulders, and not the newest trait the lands could concoct.

In truth, an old warrior like him had no place in the world of today. The world had moved on, while he remained behind in a time where magic meant little, and loyalty was all. With the Chamber being gone, and everyone he ever loved gone with her, it seemed he was destined to remain lost to the annals of history.

Fine by him.

Warship

@Straia