Carney, C.M - The Realms 07 - Ravaged Land by Carney C.M

Author:Carney, C.M [Carney, C.M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Book Room Press
Published: 2021-01-25T16:00:00+00:00

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Gryph floated within a vast expanse of nothingness. He was everywhere and nowhere, all and nothing. His awareness was as distant as his thoughts, and if truth be told, he could not say with any certainty that he existed at all.

Time seemed to stretch on forever while not existing at all. Was this the perception of a limited mind, or had Gryph moved beyond his mortal individuality and become lost to the eternal nothingness where all things returned?

Perhaps this happens when one runs out of respawns, he thought, realizing that the very act of thinking suggested he still retained awareness, and awareness meant individuality. If he had died his last death, his soul would have returned to the primal Aether waiting to be reborn anew.

That's a good sign.

A dull throb built behind Gryph's unseeing eyes. The sensation hummed through him at a rhythmic, measurable pace, expanding outwards with each new beat. Around the time Gryph realized the rhythmic sound was his heartbeat, a distant voice came to his ears.

“I think he's dead,” the voice said, somehow familiar, yet also not.

“Of course, he isn't,” another voice said, equally known yet unknown. “He was dead, and now he's here, meaning…”

“Yes, I know how respawns work, you dick,” the first voice said. “This just seems different.”

A dull glow appeared as if the voices had brought light with them and pushed the darkness away. Irritation grew within Gryph at the interruption that had disturbed his endless peace.

“Errat has offered to use his booming voice to help waken friend Gryph. But friend Lex said that …”

“Your idea is stupid. The last thing this dude needs after coming back from the dead is to awaken to your big, goofy mug.”

The first voice, one Gryph now understood belonged to this 'friend Lex,' grew even closer, and then with a surge of volume as potent as an avalanche, Lex screamed.

“Dude, get the hell up!”

Gryph swung an arm he hadn't known he possessed until the nerves had fired, propelling it upwards. More feeling returned as the fist at the end of the arm slammed into something fleshy covered with coarse hair. The flare of pain in his knuckles and the surprised yelp of pain from the 'something fleshy' was the last ingredient needed to bring Gryph fully back to the world of the living.

He lurched upwards into a seated position and opened his eyes.

Lex had fallen back onto his ass, rubbing his face and glaring. Vonn stood next to him, looking down on the NPC with a disapproving shake of his head. Errat towered over them both, his warborn features showing an odd combination of amusement and jealousy, simultaneously upset and relieved that Lex had stolen his' yell in Gryph's face' approach.

“Move aside ye gimboid gits,” Grimliir grunted, pushing past the others and extending a brawny hand. Gryph took it, and the stout dwarf lifted him to his feet. “It's good tae have ye back, Yer Lordship.”

“It's good to be back,” Gryph said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Didn't know if I would be.

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