[WP] A warrior/knight struggling to survive alone in a dystopian fantasy medieval world where every encounter is rare and with a high chance of it going horribly wrong.

  Kriel struggled to maintain his connection to the fae realm. His rift was quickly closing and he felt the realm fading like a mist before the morning sun. He had to reach the pinnacle of Gremali's Spine, the giant mountain the loomed before him. With his right arm hanging limp, the giant man started to struggle his way up the cliffside. His body cried out to him as he climbed, not for the effort of scaling the mountain so much as maintaining his connection to this realm, every movement made him want to retreat back to to mans realm as he pulled himself upwards. Foot after foot, and a rush upwards for his left hand to grab a hold of stone as if some purpose drove him. The right arm still dangled helplessly, flapping around in an unnatural way.
  Countless hours passed before Kriel finally pulled himself onto a larger shelf of the mountain, not nearly the peak. Before him gaped a massive crater, a part of the Spine smashed in by one of it's own boulders from above. Three of his four sheaths were empty, but freshly thrown tracks marked the path he must take. Drawing the onyx pommel short sword, Kriel rushed into the cavern, hoping he wasn't too late. 
 Darkness enveloped him, Kriel pushed himself deeper into the dark cavern. Clinging to the Rift with all his might, he could feel the path he must take, the path to his love, to Atria. He felt the blood dripping from his right arm, felt the bones grind and crack together and he ran through the caves. The only thing he could think of was getting to her.
  Suddenly a creature rushed out from the shadows. Its skin was dark and shined like fresh grease, thick needle like hairs sprouted from the back of it's over-sized torso, and the beast wielded a thick expertly crafted dagger, as deadly as goblin steel comes. 
  Kriel smacked the dagger aside as if he knew the blade was there all along, the goblin already crashing to the floor as the giant mans leg swept underneath him. He was running again before the creature cried out for help in it's dying breaths. He knew that more would be coming now but he needed to reach her before it was too late. After what seemed like hours of running corridors and vaulting boulders, Kriel came to what he dreaded to see.
   Multiple carts were strewn in a large clearing before him. Three of them were cleaved clean in half. None of the baggage was taken, and all of it was coated in a layer of sanguine red. Men laid strewn about the clearing, many of them armored and with weapons in hand. Kriel made his search quick and moved on, Atria was not among them, but he recognized some of her company.
   "Kri...." A cough came, stifled with blood. The giant man spun around and sped towards the cry, on the other side of a cart. 
   "No" The word hung in his mouth, reluctant to come out. He saw her there, laying in her crimson coat, Darker red seeping from her torso. Her rapier was covered in the black blood of goblins, and spots covered her red coat. Dispite this, a smile was on her face
   "You know I am not her and yet you still come when you hear me say your name." Her eyes flashed towards Kriel knowingly, he had avoided the truth for far too long. Kriel felt the rift tearing at him, telling him to return to the human realm. Clutching Atria he attempted to return, back to home. She shoved him away.
  "You fool! I took her from you eighty years ago! This body is mine to control and you have no say over it!" The red clocked woman seemed to grow, now towering over Kriel as he calmly stepped back away from her. 
  "The goblins are here." Kriels voice was steady as he addressed the growing behemoth before him. "I know you can't fight." Walking the rifts had taken it's tole on Kriel. "And I tried to take you with me." Suddenly he vanished, his grasp on the fae realm subsided. The roar of goblins filled the cave.
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