I really don't write much, however, I do write occasionally! Here is where I'll put all of it. All that's here now is lore things for some of my TTRPG characters, though maybe that will change! Enjoy!

fights always seemed to move quickly for ithronel.

having to be quick witted with which spell he was going to use was a part of the job, he didnt have time to stop and consider his options in depth. not when peoples’ lives were on the line. he needed to act.

this fight wasnt unlike any other, though it was initiated by the group he was with. not uncommon, but not exactly normal either. ithronel wasn’t entirely sure why bo had attacked the people outside the tomb, but once the fight started he couldnt stop it. he only realized they were in over their heads when one of them shook the earth and sent them all different directions. it started to look bleak, and ithronel feared dying with no one to know where they were.

time seemed to slow between the dust settling and the sound of metal on metal, and ithronel remembered what he had found inside. a scroll unfurled in his hands, words spoken from the parchment as it withered with its use. he locked eyes with his target, watching her mouth open as the spell took effect.

seconds seemed to turn into minutes. her chest opened into the darkest black he’d ever seen, seeming to suck in anything it could— light, the dust in the air, her scream. her mouth was open, she was screaming, but there was no sound. she seemed to stretch into the hole, getting sucked in like everything else. ithronel couldnt take his eyes off of it, his mouth open just like hers.

the fight didn’t stop, by the time she was completely absorbed another one was launched into it and ithronel was slungshot back into the moment when one of the few remaining assassins attempted to take hold of the black hole from ithronels control. he couldn’t, then he was absorbed too. the last two ran, ithronel using what little of his energy he had left to hold the closest one.

the fight ended just as quickly as it started, and the minutes blurred into hours as they left through the portal they came from to go back to the city. her face played on repeat, looking from the hole in her chest to ithronel and opening her mouth.

she didnt even have time to scream.

the ground shook violently, rocks falling and cracks tearing through the walls. dust refused to settle and caught the light from the mining helmet's flashlight in a beam, pointing around frantically. someone deeper in the mine screamed for help, their voice raw and barely audible over the rest of the chaos in the mineshaft. tofu felt their ears straining to listen for the cries for help, finally centering on the direction.

tofu ran as fast as they could, their body low to the ground and all paws pushing them forward. they tried their best to ignore the burn in their lungs and eyes from the dust, focusing entirely on helping this voice they could hear begging. the cries for help grew louder and tofu found themself face to face with a human whose legs were crushed under a pile of rubble.

“y-you have to help me! please i need- i need to get out of here—” he forced the words out, tears streaming down his face and leaving stark cuts in the dust that covered the two of them. tofu had no time to comfort, instead moving to the rubble and using their pick to remove what they could. “i have- kids! and a wife! i need to get out of here please- i dont want to die!”

“you wont die! i’m going to get you out of here, i promise,” tofu spoke loudly, still removing the rubble as quickly as possible but refusing to look at the man they were helping. a particularly loud crack sounded and the man let out a louder sob, tofu stepping away from the pile to the man. “i’m going to pull you out, okay? it’s going to hurt, i need you to be strong,”

his face was still wet with tears and covered in terror, but he nodded quickly. tofu grabbed his shoulders and, with as much of their might as the small cat could muster, started pulling. the mans screams pierced the air, bloodcurdling and pain-filled.

“i-i can’t— i can’t it hurts, please, please don’t let me die—” as the man began to beg, tofu opened their mouth to reply only for another loud crack to tear through the shaft.

a huge piece of rock fell directly atop the mans upper half, blood and other body matter spraying out at tofu who could only think to turn and run. they could barely see from the blood on them, but tofu didn’t stop until they saw sunlight, the mineshaft collapsing just as they made it outside. the group of people outside was rather small compared to the mining group that entered, and tofu felt a deep stab in their chest.

they couldn’t save everyone.

then, another stab. this one burned hot and painful, sending fire throughout tofu’s whole body. though they were hyperventilating and coughing, someone giving them medical attention, tofu’s mind centered on a single thought.

this was their fault. they ruined so many families. they killed so many people.

they needed to pay for this.