Eternal
Mustering up all the strength you can, you pull yourself up off the ground and run around the portal rather than through it.
“Stop! What’re you doing!? I’m your only chance! Don’t you remember last time?!” you hear Semra’s voice exclaim in your head.
You answer back in your head, hoping Semra hears the message.
“Semra, I was an idiot to listen to you five hundred years ago, not repeating that mistake again.”
Whether or not she heard you, you’ll never know because several large explosions occur behind you and the force of the blast even from this distance causes you to fall again.
With the barrier temporarily taken down, the gnome rockets were able to hit Lenay quite hard, you turn over to see the portal disappear and Lenay in flames. What you don’t see is the barrier going up again.
While you temporarily sit there looking at the destruction, some of your troops see you and rush to your aid. You’re carried away and you survive this day, but you know it’s definitely no victory.
Year 560
The Empire that you resurrected from the ashes is now returning to that state. Maybe not quite yet, but it will be soon.
It wasn’t the increased overwhelming Xi attacks on your borders. You were managing them.
It wasn’t the superior technological machines of the gnomes. Even the mass fire bombings of Arat and Quala from their airships weren’t enough. In time you would’ve caught up and crushed them.
It was however another gnomish “invention” that has lead to your ruin. Biological warfare of the likes nobody had even seen.
They created a disease to wipe out the Xi and it worked spectacularly. The Xi began dying off almost immediately when it took affect. Unfortunately this plague also affected your people as well. Or perhaps maybe they engineered another one for other races, you don’t know, it doesn’t matter because people started getting sick and dying. Elves, humans, even orcs. The only ones with somewhat of a resilience were the kobolds of all races. Well them and yourself. Despite your physical frailties and age, it would seem your Eternal roots have protected you from the disease.
Everyone you knew who was close to you has died of the plague. Your top advisor David, Sightmaster Crowley, even Jennifer. Your citizens are dead or sick. Your workforce is non-existent and all you’ve got left for a military force are fucking kobolds and quite frankly they aren’t going to be enough to stop the gnomes from finishing everyone off. And you know they’ll be coming soon.
You’re tired though and you don’t have the fight left in you to oppose the red-capped bastards anymore. Indeed there isn’t much left to fight for. Your own life doesn’t even mean much to you any more, you doubt if you’d live much longer anyway given how much your body is in pain and much weaker than you used to be.
It’s no kind of life. Not for an Eternal.
That’s why you aren’t going to run. When the gnomes come in their flying machines to bomb Nalin to cinders, you’ll be right here to go along with it.
And in a few months, you meet your fate.
“Stop! What’re you doing!? I’m your only chance! Don’t you remember last time?!” you hear Semra’s voice exclaim in your head.
You answer back in your head, hoping Semra hears the message.
“Semra, I was an idiot to listen to you five hundred years ago, not repeating that mistake again.”
Whether or not she heard you, you’ll never know because several large explosions occur behind you and the force of the blast even from this distance causes you to fall again.
With the barrier temporarily taken down, the gnome rockets were able to hit Lenay quite hard, you turn over to see the portal disappear and Lenay in flames. What you don’t see is the barrier going up again.
While you temporarily sit there looking at the destruction, some of your troops see you and rush to your aid. You’re carried away and you survive this day, but you know it’s definitely no victory.
Year 560
The Empire that you resurrected from the ashes is now returning to that state. Maybe not quite yet, but it will be soon.
It wasn’t the increased overwhelming Xi attacks on your borders. You were managing them.
It wasn’t the superior technological machines of the gnomes. Even the mass fire bombings of Arat and Quala from their airships weren’t enough. In time you would’ve caught up and crushed them.
It was however another gnomish “invention” that has lead to your ruin. Biological warfare of the likes nobody had even seen.
They created a disease to wipe out the Xi and it worked spectacularly. The Xi began dying off almost immediately when it took affect. Unfortunately this plague also affected your people as well. Or perhaps maybe they engineered another one for other races, you don’t know, it doesn’t matter because people started getting sick and dying. Elves, humans, even orcs. The only ones with somewhat of a resilience were the kobolds of all races. Well them and yourself. Despite your physical frailties and age, it would seem your Eternal roots have protected you from the disease.
Everyone you knew who was close to you has died of the plague. Your top advisor David, Sightmaster Crowley, even Jennifer. Your citizens are dead or sick. Your workforce is non-existent and all you’ve got left for a military force are fucking kobolds and quite frankly they aren’t going to be enough to stop the gnomes from finishing everyone off. And you know they’ll be coming soon.
You’re tired though and you don’t have the fight left in you to oppose the red-capped bastards anymore. Indeed there isn’t much left to fight for. Your own life doesn’t even mean much to you any more, you doubt if you’d live much longer anyway given how much your body is in pain and much weaker than you used to be.
It’s no kind of life. Not for an Eternal.
That’s why you aren’t going to run. When the gnomes come in their flying machines to bomb Nalin to cinders, you’ll be right here to go along with it.
And in a few months, you meet your fate.
