Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20190227173119/@comment-30014014-20190302081139

''From the beyond, come, benign touch... Your settlements, free of misery. You walk, adorned. You braces, touched by all. Your heart, swollen with sympathy. A harbor for the lost. A shelter for the forgotten. A haven for the wretched.''

''From the beyond, come, powerless touch... Your settlements, wracked by the beast. You walk, washed with ash and dust. You brace, imprinted by the dead. Mourning for the forever lost. A clamor for the shattered forgotten. A cry for the broken wretched. ''

''From the beyond, come, cursed touch... Your settlements, buried by ash, buried by dust. You walk, touched by the corroding wails to his cloak. You brace, armed by the man behind the wall. Your identity burrowed behind the flesh of orchid and gray steel, for the lost. Your heart washed from humanity as the forgotten were washed from the earth. Your hand, twisted by his hand for the wretched.''

''From the beyond, come, revenant... From the beyond, you come. Your disremembered people, forever with you, forever in your mind. You sprint, a plunge to the throat of every actor in your kin's demise. You swing, a blind veil of hate burned into the armies which followed them. An oath for the lost. A curse from the forgotten. Hatred from the wretched.''

''From the beyond, halt, consumed revenant... From your blind hatred, you come with hundreds. Tailing after the beast, bloodied and broken. Begging and pleading. Your strings of vengeance, never to end. A sight of those who burned your kin, imprinted on their families. Their close ones. Their friends. Their races. Guilty. Damned. Forfeit. You abolish them tenfold. You ruin them, a hundredfold. You terminate them...a thousandfold...''

''You removed their voices, so they cry against your cruelty. You scarred their bodies, so they seek refuge from your resentment. The false human. The demon of men. The blind revenant. Alien to acquittal, anathema to amnesty.''

''An army rises out of their plight, their implores. To seek the heart shut to compassion, barred from mercy. The twisted visage of hatred swinging a blind sword. Human and demon, in dread, horrified by your apathy of nuance, never to cease.''

''They commit to this singular act, a singular ceasefire. A thousand swords to break your arm from your splintered weapon. A thousand ax to break your armor. A thousand spears to pierce your withered heart. Your death, a destructive rupture of your hate burned to those who purchased your demise, a final act of vengeance as your soul makes its harrowing descend to the domains of hell.''

''Your guilt, overwhelming. The mirror of your act, the same they did in their first arrival. The monster you became, the hero they turned to. Penance encircle you as the souls of the departed clung to your unbarred flesh. You wish to suffer, for their sake.''

''Yet, the lord of past times refuses the worst cauldron of agony, your soul bargained to a succubus. To be her slave. Her puppet. Your eyes dull from their light, your long-perished humanity buried deep within you. Your essence, turned by your hand to move and act as a manikin, deaf to her word, yet moving to her order, listening not with your ears, but the command imprint placed at your heart's location. ''

''Your mind twists every interpretation of her word to feed you pain, as you fed your splintered hate to them, dissonant with your body. A separate entity, leaving your mind to suffer in silence, alone...''