The Falling of Trinsic
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Title: The Falling of Trinsic
Author: William Smit IV
The walled city stood tall that day. The number of souls defending Trinsic increased by the hours. The masses began to huddle together near the gate entrance by high noon.
But out of the huddled masses came a face shown clearer than all the others-- Lucifuge Rofocale, master warrior. "Hey, Lucy!" Lucifuge looks out into the crowd to see a recognizable face amonst the strangers.
A sudden sence of comfort is bestowed apon him, and he smiles deeply.
Lucifuge disamrns himself and pushes through the crowd to greeth his friend.
The two salute each other and cary on a conversation which is inaudible over the crowd's incessant chatter. Lucifuge plays with a small medallion between his fiingers while conversing. We will never know how this young and promising man (as all young men are) recieved it, nor will Lucifuge himself ever feel love, sense fear, or shame with someone else.
Suddenly, the crowd silences, and all eyes turn towards the darkening horizon as the sun begins to set--for what may be the last time--on Trinsic. A strong tension surrounds thecrowd. Lucifuge, expecting what is to come next, shakily withdraws his weapon. his pulse quickens, and his heart beats furiously.
As the final light disappears and lady dark emerges, a loud war cry erupts from the crowd in unison as individual screams and cheers follow afterwards. The familiar sound of bones rattling on the sandstone streets, inhuman wails, and the stench of rotting flesh fills the atmosphere. A crippling sence of dread touches even the most virtuous souls.
...The undead... The crowd moves together in one huge motion towards the meeting hall. An old man clad in a tatterd garb leading the pack yells "CHARGE!" Lucifuge braces his sword as he pushes through the crowd to meet his destiny. He looses site of his friend as death cries sound, blood spatters, and swords clash. Lucifuge fianll y reaches the battlefield and throws himself perilously into the carnage, a mere master warrior.
"Hey, Lucy!" Lucifuge looks out into the sea of lifeless bodies to see a recognizable face amongst them.
"...My...friend..." Emotions spill over Lucifuge as he swings his sword.
There has been so much lost in so little time. Anger swells within Sucifuge as an attack is mounted on him by three skeletal knights. His soul burns for release, and he slashes at them, killing two in one strike. But the third skeletal knight wields a sword swung too soon for Lucifuge, and the blad rips through his leather leggings and slices his thigh wide open. Barely able to manage standing, Lucifuge limps up a stairway and onto a rafter, leaving his own blood and muscle tissue behind him. He cries deeply with all his strength left.
Nothing but death.