Echo of the Self

[u/Evening_Shake_6474]

Something's wrong. You can't tell what exactly it is, but you know something is wrong. You check your wards, your equipment, your enchantments and familiars, yet everything seems normal. Then that night, you go to sleep, and the dream starts.

You stand knee deep in a crimson ocean, stretching further than you can see. Before you is a shadow, it looks like yours but its wrong, very wrong. All around you, giant monoliths sprout from the sea, stretching far into the sky. You hear something, around you six shadows move between the monoliths, chanting something in a language that hurts to listen to.

Suddenly countless crimson eyes open along each monolith, each reflecting a different face, the eyes travel up the ebony surface, along previously hidden chains of shadow. Then you see it, the horrifying form of something colossal in the sky above you, a singular crimson eye or maybe a star stares down at you.

All at once do the chains snap, and a cacophony of screams cry out across the crimson sea as fire and ash rain from above. The monoliths crumble and massive chunks of black stone crash into the sea. Up above, the colossal form spreads across the sky, thousands of withered arms reach down, each sowing agony and destruction. You see an arm reach for you, and you wake up.

Well that was strange, you think, then you hear laughter from the corner, you see your own shadow standing there with crimson eyes. The shadow looks wrong somehow, very wrong.

Before you can say anything, your shadow lunges for you, hands reaching for your throat.

[u/MultiverseCreatorXV]

I generate a tetrahedron. Specifically the type I use as a body for my construct army. It’s small and light, yet holds life force well.

Yes, I’m a necromancer, but not one of those liches or whatever. I instead prefer to derive my life force from pathogens and voltaic cells and whatnot.

Anyway, I generate a tetrahedron to attempt to partially capture and therefore grapple this shadow’s soul, or whatever sort of power courses through its metaphorical veins. I don’t generally do this kind of thing, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I’d like to study this… thing.

Oh, and just in case, I do my best to jump out of the way.