Confessions of a Wraith

Written by LordScara

As a lord I bore no sword, in life hordes fought in my stead against the dead. In death my pain was more than when I was slain. It is a shame that one of my stature be denied rapture. My soul torn between the bounds of the living and the void. I feel my soul being toyed with. Twisted and distorted, I know not how long I have endured this agony but I wish they would just skip the pageantry and end it. I feel my spine bending the pain neverending, the lacerations perverting my lordly image beyond recognition. The pools of crimson stain the prison floor, just when I begin to tire the visage of what I can only assume to be a lich enters into view. It bade me to speak but my voice failed me long ago, when no words flowed from my lips It simply frowned and caressed the crown of my head in mock concern, he began to tug a massive chain toward my frail passive body, as the chain draped around my limbs I felt what could be described as a cold burn and I once again yearned for release. After what seemed to be an eternity the new sensation stopped and I felt not a thing, I quickly realized that now was not a time for celebration. My thoughts were changed I viewed this man as my brother, not the other I had seen before.