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The Devourer of Souls
colwin1
The air was biting cold. Centuries old wood creeked beneath Palians feet as he paced on the docks. In front of him, his breath was hanging still, as though it was suspended in time. Keeping his spirits up were the dancing constellations in the clear night sky. Even the moon shined with irregular radiance. ::Palian had worked hard that day; the idea of a nice drink at Dawn's appealed to him. Yes, a nice drink. He decided that he would take a break to grab one. What harm could a few minutes of relaxation on the job do? He reached into his studded leather g to see what sort of money he had on him. 10 minas. Enough for two drinks. Two delightful drinks. ::Palian strapped the g ck on his waist.  No use straining his shoulder before he went ck to work, right? Dock work wasn't for him. As a child, he loved the see, so he figured that being a dock worker, or a sailor would be perfect for him. Now he was starting to question that logic. Palian was never one for thinking things through, he just jumped into action without giving anything a second thought. That would be why he thought drinking on the job was such a great idea. Although even a child could tell you otherwise. ::"I'll take a glass of your finest ale," Palian told the tender. About half a minute later, she returned with a mighty hefty mug, overflowing with golden delight. Sitting there, gazing out the window with golden delight in his rugged hands, life didn't seem so  bad. ::Quite a shame that life for him was to end shortly. :: Palian choked. Ale was bubbling out of his mouth; it tasted disgusting going up for once. His heart stopped, maybe even reversed if that was possible. Either way, the pain was horrendous. Palian's stomach turned inside out. His brain turned to mush. All ability to move or think was gone, nothing was right. The entire anatomy of his body was being scrambled into a jungle of confusion and misery. The very being of his soul was going through hell, and unlike you would think, no "last image" or "last thoughts" came to mind before his untimely demise. No, everything went black for him. Now the faith of his soul was in the hands of our heavenly deity.