Such a long walk today, for nothing. You think of your ancestors’ words: “Your life is long and filled with destiny, the way will be cleared.”
Standing atop a cliff, you look down and see what looks like a perfectly circular ring of dead bodies. You have found what the Duke was after, proof of his missing villagers. You soon reach the bottom and inspect the ring of rot and wet bone. Whatever did this is unfortunately long gone, you note that you are no less hungry for something to burn this day. Shame.
You look over and see something there. You step atop the pile and look down into the centre. There you see something, it is placed perfectly centered in the middle of this pile of bodies. As you stand and look down upon this scene of carnage, you feel as though you should take this strange item, perhaps as a keepsake to remember this day. “Why else would it be arranged perfectly within this ring of death? It is clearly a marker of significance.” you idly think to yourself.
As you start to approach it, a shattered skull is crushed completely underfoot and viscous liquids squirt out onto the dusty ground. A wave of revulsion and sickness overtakes you as you realise the hell around you. Entrails, crushed limbs, halved bodies of blank expressions laying by mangled bodies of wide eyes, snarls of pure horror. Atrocities committed in a thousand different ways on a thousand different souls.
You are compelled to leave, for a moment. Nothing good could come from going any further forward. You look down and see that you finally stand upon it, the trophy lay at your feet now. Even if this trophy wasn’t the cause of the carnage, it still sits on cursed earth. Though it is an impressive story to tell, and the item would prove your claims to those who asked. The wall of flesh around you is no longer just a ring, you suddenly realise, it towers far above you.
The obliteration around you begins to overcome you, nothing could be worth this.
“I understand. Your life is long and filled with destiny, the way will be cleared.”
You find yourself back in the town you left earlier that day, standing in the city centre. The Duke is now long dead, you learn, a simple assassination plot by the local rebels who are sick of the massive streak of kidnappings and deaths. Such things don’t concern you though, human cities were always boring, and you leave that night ready for the next adventure.