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https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5441344/
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Inside a blood red hall, countless disembodied eyes of varying sizes and red skinned Wardens discuss among themselves about the punishment of the goblin contractor who sits in the middle of the hall.
Piles of books and transcripts create a fort on top of each desk.
Memories of Xil’s and others that came in contact with her are transcribed.
Their actions demonstrated through translucent dolls and figurines.
At the front of the hall sits a humanoid figure who has a head with no features aside from rows of eyes. Much like every living person, Xil has a master assigned to her, to observe her actions throughout life, and to act as a judge for what happens to her in the afterlife.
Xil doesn’t remember much after the first couple hours. The questions blend together and the whole experience was nothing but a blur afterwards.
In the end, she was sent to the second sector.
All around her are shriveled trees, black in color and having leaves and vines which easily sever a finger or limb.
Steel beaked crows and Wardens stalk the prisoners of this sector from the on top of trees, observing and waiting the moment when the loosely organized forces get close.
But some decide that a lone goblin was a decent target practice.
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Inside a blood red hall, countless disembodied eyes of varying sizes and red skinned Wardens discuss among themselves about the punishment of the goblin contractor who sits in the middle of the hall.
Piles of books and transcripts create a fort on top of each desk.
Memories of Xil’s and others that came in contact with her are transcribed.
Their actions demonstrated through translucent dolls and figurines.
At the front of the hall sits a humanoid figure who has a head with no features aside from rows of eyes. Much like every living person, Xil has a master assigned to her, to observe her actions throughout life, and to act as a judge for what happens to her in the afterlife.
Xil doesn’t remember much after the first couple hours. The questions blend together and the whole experience was nothing but a blur afterwards.
In the end, she was sent to the second sector.
All around her are shriveled trees, black in color and having leaves and vines which easily sever a finger or limb.
Steel beaked crows and Wardens stalk the prisoners of this sector from the on top of trees, observing and waiting the moment when the loosely organized forces get close.
But some decide that a lone goblin was a decent target practice.
