[Private/Scrap] End of an Era
Nov 30, 2020 15:05:50 GMT -7
Post by The Bearer of Bad News on Nov 30, 2020 15:05:50 GMT -7
It's impossible to walk through eternity without leaving a trace. Without making enemies. Letting one's guard down for even an instant spells immediate disaster.
Schatzi Ruthorford had been among her own kind for too long. Had been safe, for too long. She had neglected her protection against planar interference. Because of that, some unknown foe had the capability to pluck her up somehow, and hurl her across space and time.
The destination was the caldera of an active volcano. And not any dudtance above the lava, but deep inside already, so that she couldn't just fly to safety. Someone had done their research, and understood that conventional methods would prove useless. But this? This could work. It might take time, but not a single cell would survive incineration. With nothing to regenerate from, she would truly, honestly die.
As she burned, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say drowned, she was only able to form one coherent thought:
"Master..."
Schatzi Ruthorford had been among her own kind for too long. Had been safe, for too long. She had neglected her protection against planar interference. Because of that, some unknown foe had the capability to pluck her up somehow, and hurl her across space and time.
The destination was the caldera of an active volcano. And not any dudtance above the lava, but deep inside already, so that she couldn't just fly to safety. Someone had done their research, and understood that conventional methods would prove useless. But this? This could work. It might take time, but not a single cell would survive incineration. With nothing to regenerate from, she would truly, honestly die.
As she burned, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say drowned, she was only able to form one coherent thought:
"Master..."
