Ouroboros
The Feywilds is a cornucopia of life, composed of the simple enslaved to an instinctual cycle, magical beings unrestricted by the laws of man, and the primeval forces from which ‘myths’ spawn from. But with life, comes death. An inseparable bond formed at inception from which there is no escape. Too many tales of denial surround such a simple concept. They chase absurd dreams like immortality and reincarnation, joined by countless like-minded fools consumed by fear and greed. Yet it was not until Lord Invictus made dream into reality that it became taboo. He did not fear death, he embraced it! And for his boldness he was rewarded with a neverending bounty. For every baby that takes its first breath, an elder takes their last, and when they do Lord Invictus is there to reap the rotting fruit of their souls.
"I am Lethality Undying."
My Lord’s first words resonated with me always, even now as this blessed brute crushed years of hard work under white knuckles. Corpses ripped through the dead earth to protect me, draping my body in an armor of flesh and bone. This overgrown satyr, self-proclaimed ‘Hero of the Feywilds’ cares not for who I am or what I want. All he sees is an abomination of twisted flesh and frightening ambition. He sees an evil that needs not compassion and understanding, but a reminder. Each punch sends a fearful tremor throughout the forest. Creatures large and small scatter to the outer reaches, but I do not yield. For I know how this will end. It will end as it always does. The land scarred, my arsenal of cadavers left depleted, and a final gaze towards the back of merciful satyr.
I retreat to my humble crypt to lick my wounds and apologize to Lord Invictus for my gross incompetence. My allegiance is to a force that consumes all, nothing can escape death! ...So why is it that all I have tasted is defeat? Perhaps my dedication is lacking. I rave on and on about the power after life, as I still live...yes. It’s clear to me now. One cannot fully utilize something they do not understand. One cannot empathize with something that they have not experienced. This cold steel will be a gateway into the next world, and I will be sure to drag all I learn back to this one. Praise Lord Invictus. Let his skeletal hand guide my fleeting life.
So...says...Necroforce.
