Dead Weight

[Slumberry]

During the first rule of the Sun and Moon, Petratolkov Grimming lived among a secluded group of Humans to the far north in a small mining town of Tredphlid. Often the town was overlooked for it obscure nature. "Petra" found his talent ata very young age. The unholy ability to communicate and manipulate the dead.
At first the young boy was terrified of his powers, leaving him unable to sleep and often calling out for his mother. Soon however, He figured out that these spirits meant him no harm.They were simply lost and needed help finding their way to the beyond. Whatever it may be. Petra took it upon himself to be their guide, escorting them to whatever awaited in eternity. The task was bittersweet. He found that he enjoyed the company of ghosts, but each one he brought to rest meant saying farewell to another friend. To the dead, he was a savior, but to the living, he was a pariah. The villagers only saw a disturbed little boy who spoke to people who weren't there.
Once the war broke out though, things began to change. He, along with many other of his peers, were Drafted into the Army of the Lunar Republic.Called so probably for it's affiliation with the kingdom's experimentation with the dark arts in it's early days. It became clear very quickly that Petra was a skilled Fighter. Soon surpassing his comrades and Rising through the ranks. It was so impressive that The mysterious ruler of the kingdom, The "Nightmare", herself caught wind of the stories and requested to meet the man in question. She saw a potential past his combat abilities, Petra's Necromancive powers seemed more interesting. But in their current state they were useless to The Nightmare.
He was offered an opportunity. The Opportunity to become stronger than he could have ever imagine. A dark mist enveloped his body. When it lifted he was nearly unrecognizable. The dark magic of the Nightmare had bestowed upon him a great magnification of his power, including that over the dead. Now,deceased soldiers had a use. A seemingly endless supply of manpower. The cost? The transformation Destroyed his mind and soul. Killing him in a way. He was left in the thin divide between life and death.
What was left of his very essence was encased within a crystal. The Nightmare placed the crystal of a piece of twine and arranged it around her neck with a twisted smile. Petra's powers no longer belonged to him. She had given him a gift, the gift of immortality.
During what would be the last battle of the war the lunar republic was pushed far north, near that of Petra's home. No longer under the leadership of The Nightmare after fleeing once it was apparent that this war was not one she was likely to be the victor of, the army command was placed under the command of petra with the soul purpose buying the time for the queen to escape far, far away. after all he wouldn't betray her. He couldn't.
The lunar army's numbers had dwindled to near nothingness. Most of what was left had died once already. The Royal Solar army was steamrolling the front line. In an last ditch effort to turn the tide of the battle Petra let out the very manifestation of his power in explosive glory. After the smoke cleared the battlefield was silent. The wind howled as even the grass withered and died. Not a single living thing stood say for Petra himself. Horrified by his own action she retreated into the mountains and awaited for The nightmares' return. He had to run. Solar queen was hot on his trail and with the destruction of his frail fighting force he was sure to be captured.
In time he would search for her. He wasn't sure what exact what his goal was. Perhaps to regroup and try to take back what they had lost? How ever unlikely that was. Maybe he would simply ask to have the curse lifted so he wouldn't have to live with this guilt? Petra Drifted into the dead of night, defeated. The only sound to be heard is that of the wind and the screams of Damned souls. Surrounding him like that of walls closing in only til his bones crunched beneath it's force. This isn't how thing were supposed to be. But reality never was.

"Yours is a fool's errand Nightmare. The world must be allowed to die."​

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Winters bite nips at every inch of exposed flesh and kills without mercy with those foolish enough to stray too far from warmth. Petra, however, didn't have to worry about the threat of freezing to death or even frostbite for that matter. Though, the pain stayed, He had grown used to it by now. Petra stared into the crackling flame of a fire. not for the flame it provides, but it makes him feel... Alive. Somewhat at least. He hadn't left valley of these mountains in some time. Why should he? At first he counted these days until those days turned into weeks. Then months. Then years. Eventually he stopped counting.
He was starting to grow restless with the spirits around him, presumably those who would fall into the mountain's chill. He didn't care to ask. As if they'd answer him anyway, They were beginning to get annoying. The constant wailing without a even an attempt at coherent speech would make his blood boil, if it could. Perhaps they had gone insane while aimlessly wandering the frigid landscape. As yet another day came to an end and the land became dark once again, but He noticed something odd. The moon no longer wore the silhouette of the fallen queen.
Perhaps only something he could see. But the moon was taking on a orange, reddish hue. Call it instinct but he felt the urge that it was time to leave. To Look. For what? He didn't know. For once in a great while Petra seemed to perk up. Hope had rekindled it's self again. If only slightly. Was this her signal? This anomaly could mean she was free. He had long forgotten the way out of the mountain pass, But he never needed to remember either. Until now,that is...
Where do you Even begin to look? It didn't matter because he had eternity. Petra Marched on through the snow and ice, Every inch of exposed flesh Beginning to be frost bitten. The pain could be ignored of course, But at this pace He could freeze solid. His joints locking up and slowing him to a crawl only made him that more desperate to push on though. He was tired. But he had time...

 

[Gigant]

Nice idea

 

[NuclearBirb]

Why is it numbered??

 

[John_Oakman]

Why is it numbered??

Click to shrink...

Knowing him, probably because he copy pasted it from where he typed it out originally and the formatting got fucked up on the way...

Edit: lol it was actually because he was completely shitfaced when he typed it out.