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Rexelle chooses to take the glow, as she believes she can control it. After all, she's been able to ensure that the spirits have not taken over her.
This was her worst decision yet.
The powers she possessed thrived on the glow, growing ever more stronger. Rexelle could not control these beasts and soon her body and mind were taken over by them. She became a tyrant, horrible and cruel in every one of her deeds as the leader of the New World.


As her tyranny spread, the spirits she drew grew stronger, soon running rampant among the New World.

<--old -----<--new

Gridash glared at the weak old woman, his mind racing. Taking the glow was tempting; Gridash imagined it would grant upon him great strength. Maybe not though, he realized as he watched the Crone suffer through another bout of coughing. He did not want to end up like her, weak and powerless. He wanted power, and the only way he could get it was to be the ruler of a new world. He stepped forward, shoving Rexelle and Evrett aside, and lifted the Crone by her collar, his battleworn sword pressed against her neck.
"I want you to create a new world for me, one where I am the lone ruler. Grant me this, and I will spare you your life." he growled.
"Gridash! What are you doing!" Evrett shouted. He quickly strung an arrow to his bow, preparing to shoot. Gridash spun around, holding the Crone in front of him as a shield.
"Don't loose that arrow," he warned Evrett. "Unless you want to risk harming the old witch." He turned his head to face Rexelle. "And that goes for you as well. If I see one of your damned spirits, I'll slit the witch's throat."
"So you will betray us." Rexelle hissed.
Gridash smirked. "You have never accepted me anyway. I feel no guilt."
The Crone laughed, a harsh, rasping laugh. "Oh, how quickly allies turn against each other. So be it, orc. I will cast a spell to create for you a new world." She began mutter ing words under her breath, eyes open and unblinking. Gridash's vision began to fade.
"Witch! If you are tricking me I'll ha-" Gridash suddenly lost consciousness, and collapsed to the ground. When he awoke, he sitting on a throne made of stone, with the dead body of the Crone slumped at his feet. A voice caught his attention.
"King Gridash, my lord. What do you want us to do with these intruders?" The orc warrior who spoke to him gestured at a group of other warriors who were holding Rexelle and Evrett. Both seemed to have just awakened as well. Gridash laughed, giddy with power. So the witch's spell had worked! And now he had a legion of orcs under his command, he began imagining cities razed to the ground, humans crying out in terror, elves forced to flee their woodland homes...
"My lord?"
Gridash snapped out of his daydream. He gazed at Evrett and Rexelle, who were now struggling to free themselves. He grinned.
"Kill them."


She was once Gridash's mate, before he became King. She didn't like the way he had changed when he took the throne. He had become more greedy and malicious, and she found herself not fond of him anymore. So she took a risk, and snuck away during the night, hoping to never see him again.

Evrett Ursus(ranger) || Maerelle Pluma(bard)

I remember it clearly. The crone was just lying there. It was a pitiful sight. Despite all that had transpired, despite all the loss that I had faced in the Dungeon I still felt pity for this miserable creature. I remembered the lore of the pool. Her visions must have driven her mad.

I knew this gift, the glow, that she offered was tainted. It had transformed and twisted her. She was once a good and powerful mage. I am not a strong man. I knew that I would not be able to fight the power. I didn't want to end up like those lifeless, soulless statues.

All I could do was beg her to use her gift one last time. Use her gift so that she might redeem herself- in atonement for her crimes. Recreate the world as it was before the fall. Recreate it without the corruption.

At this she spat in my face and asked 'Who are you to judge me, King of the Bears?' I never thought she would do what I asked. It must have been the sincerity of my plea struck her. She asked what I would give up for the new world. I told her that I had nothing left to give but my life.

It was an afterthought, a selfish afterthought when I asked for Maerelle to come back to me in the resurrected world. The crone laughed at this. She wouldn't say anything. She only smiled. With her dying breath I began to feel the change occurring.

What I remember next is muddled and confused. It is almost embarrassing to recount. Explosions of colour. I felt as if I was born again. Nude and in a new world. When I finally came to my senses I found myself in the castle. I knew from the chambers that I was in the throneroom.

Laughter. There was laughter, too. It sounded foreign to me, but at the same time it was welcoming. When I turned around, there was Maerelle. I knew why the Crone had smiled. It looked as if she had lived twice as long as I had.

So this was the cost of a new world. My life in service to the people, and the love of my life.