Returning Home

[Ben]

They were coming. He could feel it. The servants of Corellon Larethian were coming.

From atop a glacier in Pharon Glos, Crythos looked out and saw the sea of shadow crossing the ocean faster than any tide. Of course they would be shadows, this wasn't Faerun, it was difficult for His power to reach this far and so His warriors would not be able to take full corporeal form. The Lord of Creation and War was sending his warriors to destroy this world and return the lost souls to where they belonged.

He shuddered as he thought back to how he arrived here. Trapped in a magical box, a rat in a trap, forced to watch as all those around him fell and then, finally, his own eyes closed and he remembered nothing more as death embraced him. But he hadn't died, the box had not killed them it had transported them to this other world.

Perhaps everyone on this world was a survivor of another place, refugees hanging on to this tiny planet as if it were a life raft, most of their memories wiped by the trauma of their salvation. And now the Hope Scourges came to end this world and return its inhabitants from whence they came.

He looked out at the sea of black that now surrounded his precipice, closed his eys and leapt, diving head first into the seething dark mass beneath him. Fortunately before he struck the ground his soul was drawn from his body and Crythos left Velmaneth in a similar way to how he arrived. Unfortunately the world he left no longer existed...