Flaming Goblins!!

Mercy looked out from his tower in Purgatory, the home of the Armageddons. He lived in the Well of the Dead, the limitless home of all those who passed away from life. Mercy wanted a break from his desk job, sure he had all the lesser Deaths escorting every soul back to the well, but Mercy wanted to get back out there. There was a knock at the door. Mercy’s bony hand gripped the railing hard, then reluctantly released as Mercy glided over to the door of his office. He opened the door, and a young man in a black suit entered with a clipboard and papers in his hand. “We’ve had little problems gathering the souls today sir!” The man said.

ECOTH, Mercy said, his voice was that of a thousand people of different genders and ages talking at once. WHAT DO THE OTHER DEATHS THINK OF ME?

“Sir?” Ecoth asked.

I SIT HERE ALL DAY, DOING NOTHING. I WANT TO ESCORT A POOR SOUL AGAIN, I WANT TO BRING PEACE TO THEM AGAIN. I LOOK LIKE A LAZY BOSS TO THEM. Mercy said, his two jaws agape and his eyes glowing a fierce red.

“Sir, no one thinks of you that way.” Ecoth said.

SURELY I SHOULD DO ONE ESCORT AT THIS TIME. Mercy said.

“Sir, with all due respect, your appearance doesn’t make it likely that they’ll cooperate with you.” Ecoth said, “All us deaths look like humans to ease them. You, uh, you’re appearance doesn’t help humans relax.”

Mercy looked at him, ECOTH, LET ME DO ONE, THERE MUST BE ONE.

Ecoth was about to protest, but then decided to give him one, not one that he’ll succeed though, the boss was vital to keeping the deaths moving. “There is a child that needs to be escorted.” Ecoth said slowly.

WHO? Mercy asked.

The girl was crying at the corner of the street. She didn’t expect that her death would mean she’d listen to people talk shit about her. Tears rolled down from the memory of her eyes, her face was buried in her arms.

A shadow was cast over her, she looked up, expecting to see a man waiting for the light to change. Looking at her was a skeleton face, with two jaws and red glowing eyes. It wore a faded green cloak with a red shirt covering it’s torso, but it had no legs. It was floating with it’s cloak gliding over the floor. In it’s left hand was a large scythe, with an almost fleshy blade, and snaking around it’s cloak, was a fleshy tail with a sharp bone like blade on the end.

She froze, she was going to die, well she already died she knew, but now she was going to die again. The creature floated closer to the ground and sat beside her, it placed the scythe to the side. ARE YOU OKAY? it asked.

She looked at it in confusion. It continued to stare at her, it extended a hand and a blanket appeared in it’s palm. It slowly moved it towards her, she tried moving away from it, and it paused. YOU ARE COLD, YOU MIGHT BE DEAD, BUT YOU SHOULDN’T BE UNCOMFORTABLE, it said, and continued, she didn’t move away this time, and the creature softly placed the blanket over her.

She pulled the blanket more over her, it was right it was cold. She looked at it’s eyes, she thought for a second it looked sad, if a skeleton could look sad. ARE YOU ALRIGHT? YOU ARE AWFULLY YOUNG TO DIE. It said. Her eyes teared up and she started crying again. It slowly moved it’s arms around her and hugged her softly. DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT?

She looked back up at it, still crying, “You’re death? I thought you’d be more angry.”

The skull head shook itself, I AM A DEATH, MY TRUE NAME IS MERCY. BUT NO MORE ABOUT ME, WHY ARE YOU CRYING?

She looked at the street, “I wanted to get away from the words. From those bastards at school.” She said.

It patted her back and reached into it’s cloak, it pulled out a candy bar and offered it to her. It sounded like it was going to speak, but she snatched it out of his hand and started to open it. BULLIES? Mercy said, NO ONE DESERVES TO BE BULLIED.

“Even a no body?” She said.

Mercy looked at her, YOU ARE NOT A NO BODY, YOU ACHIEVED SOMETHING THAT BILLIONS OF CREATURES NEVER GOT TO HAVE. A LIFE.

She looked at Mercy, “Like who?”

Mercy looked down at the pavement, LIKE ME, I WAS MADE TO WORK, I NEVER GOT TO LIVE FREELY, AND WHEN I NO LONGER NEEDED TO WORK, I COULD FOCUS ON NOTHING ELSE.

She stared at Mercy, Mercy looked at her, LIFE IS NOT SOMETHING TO THROW AWAY, AND EVEN THOUGH YOU THREW YOURS AWAY, YOUR LIFE MEANT MORE THAN THOSE PEOPLE WHO BULLIED YOU.

She looked back to the street, COME THOUGH, I’LL TAKE YOU SOMEWHERE WARM, WHERE YOU CAN HAVE AN ACTUAL MEAL. Mercy said and offered his hand to her. She stared at it and looked at him.

Yukira walked through the long hallway of the capital of The Free, “I won’t lose this time.” She muttered to herself. Her skin was almond color and as smooth as a baby’s skin. She had black hair that fell to her ankles, she wore relatively little armor and more common clothes, but she had a sword to either side of her hip and eight more swords all sheathed on her back, her dark eyes burned with a spirit of flame. She turned a corner and walked towards a closed wooden door, she kicked it open and pointed, “I challenge you to a fight!” Yukira yelled, then paused, “Crap, sorry Crimson.”

The small scholar turned towards Yukira, her small stature, like her sisters, belied her true strength. “Looking for my sister again are you?” Crimson said, her own true black hair seemed to absorb all the light entering the room from the windows, her blue eyes sparkled like sunlight on an ocean.

“Yeah, do you know where she is?” Yukira asked.

“She left a little while ago.” Crimson said, “Why do you always have to try to prove you’re stronger than her? Or is this just your form of staying sharp?”

Yukira puffed up her chest, “I’m faster, I have more weapons and I can use them all at once. I don’t see why I should lose every time.”

“Faster with a blade yes, faster reactions and quick thinking? No.” Crimson said, “You’re weak on the defensive, that is where my sister is strongest.”

Yukira deflated a little, “You didn’t have to point out all my weaknesses, I’m still trying to move past them.”

Crimson chuckled, “You won’t improve your wit without studying books rather than weapons.”

Yukira smiled, “You’re always in those books, so you’d be able to beat her right?”

Crimson pondered this for a moment, “No, I have my own weaknesses. I have spells to help, but sis knows the most ancient of spells, and has eliminated her own weaknesses.”

Yukira pouted, “So she’s worked past her weaknesses?”

I slowly opened the door I found under the tree roots and hill. It was placed out of sight so well, it was like a halflings home. I looked in and my eyes bulged out at the sight. The inside of this home was vast, the ceiling was at the height of the sky, and before me was a mat that said, "Ugret, Elienth, Grustath, Welcome." I was well versed in language to know all those other words said welcome as well, rather than magic words. Beside the door was a black slate with magic symbols carved into it. The room itself was clean, with a hearth about 20 feet away with three cushioned chairs placed in front of it. Next to one chair we're piles of books, I counted 7 piles, each a different size, but all tall, except for one which was up to my waist. I looked around the room a bit, there were three doorways leading into the room. One was double doors that looked impressively heavy, like only a giant could open them. A loud banging came from a door on the far side of the room. A loud voice that sounded like a fire roaring shouted, "LUUUNCH!". I rushed over to that door and opened it. I nearly lost myself in panic. A humongous blood red demon, with short stubby wings, and a mouth that shot out from it's face with two tusks shooting out and several teeth poking out from the sides of it's mouth. It's eyes were like an insect, and despite the warmth of the hearth in the other room, I could see it’s steamy breath shooting out of it’s mouth. It’s upper arms were scrawny, the skin seemingly flabby and hanging down from it, and it changed from blood red to a sickly green the further down the upper arm it went. It’s forearms were huge, bulky, and hairy. They were like the arms of a gorilla, but were a vile shade of green that brought bile to my mouth. It’s hands were big enough that if it grabbed my head, I’ve no doubt it could easily crush my head like an egg.

It’s torso was huge and bulky, with great powerful muscles rippling across it with even a simple movement. And it’s legs were like the legs of a bird of prey, great talons scraping across the floor, and great black feathers covering every inch of it. I say that it’s legs were bird like, but one look at it’s legs told me that there was more flesh in it’s legs than a bird of similar size. I could only imagine the strength behind those talons. It also had a tail that was a snake. It trailed on the floor but the head on the end was turned, and stared at me. I was transfixed by the tail snakes pitch black eyes.

I looked at the demon, I was to afraid to move, to afraid to yell out for help, to afraid to even breathe. The demon tilted it’s head at me. “Are you a guest?” It asked. I was still transfixed with fear when a young human girl walked into the room from the door I walked through.

She was young as I said, with Midnight sky black hair, and ocean blue eyes. She wore a long white cape, and had black garb on underneath it. She also had a tall crooked black hat covered in white powder. I recognized the hat when I compiled my thoughts that it was a witches hat. She was pale though, as pale as fresh snow. She turned to me, and turned to the demon. “Who is this Quzel?” She asked.

“I thought you or your mentor let her in.” The demon said, it’s name evidently Quzel.

The girl looked at me and whispered a few words. “Who let you in?” She asked.

The words ran out of my mouth unbidden. “I let myself in.”

The girl seemed angry, “Are you a thief?”

Again, the words ran out. “No! I came for help!”

The girl sighed and turned to Quzel. “Better make more lunch for this poor sap.”

The demon sighed, and turned around, and I could see behind it was a stove with pots and pans, and a counter top with many cooking ingredients on it. It began cleaning the pots and pans and said. “Let me clean up a little first.”

I felt my body relax, the girl pointed at a seat at a table to the side of the room, it was laid out with food, and only then did I smell it. My mouth was filled with saliva at the delicious scent. I sat down and was about to grab some but the girl slapped my hand. “This is ours. You will eat what Quzel gives you.” I felt a magic influence in her words, and I found, that my hands refused to move even a centimeter closer to the food.

The girl sat down and started serving herself. Mashed potatos, roasted carrots, a leg of what I could only imagine was a turkey, and she began tucking in. I sat staring longingly at the food for longer than I’d feel comfortable with, and only looked away when the girl looked at Quzel.

“Is she in? Or is she out?” She asked.

“She’s in. If she isn’t, then I made all that food for nothing.” Quzel said.

“What can you do against her if she isn’t in?”

“I can always cook the carrots to long.” Quzel said, “I can still do that as protest.”

I heard a loud clanging sound from outside the room, both their heads turned to it. “Ah, there she is.” I heard Quzel say.

A small human girl, about 4 feet high walked into the room. She wore heavy black cloth covered in red sigils. Her hair was what I can only describe as a supremely dark, and her was the color and sparkled like the ocean.  She looked like a child.

“Hi teach.” The girl said.

“Greetings Mistress.” Quzel said.

The child looked at the girl and smiled, “Hello Mia.”, she then turned to Quzel and said, “Hello Quzel, did you enjoy your day off yesterday?”

“I would rather have more.” Quzel said.

“I’d like to, but you know what would happen if you got more.” The girl said sadly.

The girl then saw me and turned to face me.

I made Wrain for a campaign @earthprincewu was going to do. I didn’t get in but I figured I’d better not let the creation of Wrain go to waste. So, here is a short story of Wrain the Dragonborn Monk.

Wrain slowly opened her eyes, soft droplets of water slowly trailed down her cheek and scales, the leaves above her head dripped water down on her forehead at a slow yet unceasing pace. She yawned, sat up, and looked at the make shift shelter she made. “Guess I didn’t prepare enough for the storm.” She said. Her large blue eyes shifted around, examining where she made errors making her shelter, and thinking about how to fix it.

Wrain crawled out of her shelter and looked around. The heavy downpour was drumming on her head. Wrain couldn’t see anything on the road, and realized that no bandits would be able to see her shelter in this downpour and the sound of the rain kept both her and bandits oblivious to each other, if bandits where there.

Wrain ducked back inside her shelter, and rummaged through her pack. “May as well stay here until the rain clears up.” Wrain thought and took out a loaf of butter and butter. Wrain found a dry patch and laid out some cloth on the ground. She then took out her short sword and carefully avoiding damage to her shelter, cut two slices of bread of of the loaf.  She then cut two small pieces of butter off and spread it on the slices.

Wrain tried to hold her hunger in check like her parents had bothered to teach her, but she then gave into her hunger and quickly ate the slices of bread. Wrain quickly wrapped up the remaining bread and butter and put it back in her pack.

“Way to still remain a ‘respectful’ member of the Silverwind dragons Wrain.” Wrain mouthed to herself. She then burped slightly and a small sizzle of electricity coursed through the air in front of her before fading away.

Cyan sat at her desk in the Defenders Den. She was focusing all her thoughts on her memories. Swimming through her memories, trying to find those memories from well over ten ages ago.

She got to one memory. She found herself in a field, flowers were blooming, the buzz of insects echoed throughout her head. Cyan turned and saw herself running up the hill. Though she didn’t physically age after all these millions of years, she could still see the difference between this child like version of her, and the her of the now. The Cyan of the past turned and shouted back, “Come on dad!” Cyan smiled to herself. Maybe she would see his face again.

The smile faded as she saw the grass underneath an invisible figure being walked and crushed down. The past Cyan smiled and grabbed some flowers, and started making a flower crown, and gave it to the invisible figure. Cyan sighed and cursed to herself. She let the memory go and drifted through her mind a ways, she saw The War, the death of the Elven King at her hands, the murder of the gods. All the blood on her hands couldn’t be washed away by any prayer she did, or any priests forgiveness.

“All I want to do is see my fathers face again. To remember his name.” Cyan muttered to herself as her mind drifted back into reality. She saw her sisters face staring at her.

“Who is your father? Sis? Who is this man you call your father? You’re an Immortal. We aren’t born.” Cyan’s sister Crimson said.

Cyan sighed, “No one you need to worry about.” Cyan turned to Crimson. “You want permission to find our origin again? Forget it. That is a line we should not pursue.”

Crimson pouted angrily. Cyan found it odd that Crimson could look more beautiful than herself despite them having the same appearance besides color palette swaps. “This is something we must pursue! Think of what we could do with the knowledge!”

“We don’t need another incident like the Great Scholar had!” Cyan said angrily slamming her hands down on her desk.

“Well what happened to the Great Scholar! You seem to know everything about him! But never say anything about him other than warnings! And not ending up like him!” Crimson said raising her voice.

I started saying this to my friends while playing Overwatch PTR.

“Dr. Doomfist here to preform prostate exams.”

“Please Tracer. Everyone gets it done. Hold still.”

“Okay Reinhardt. You’re a big man so this will have to be shoulder deep for me.”

“Okay enemy team. Bend over. Everyone gets it done eventually.”