Tales of Gallaryn - Zahrine the Witch: Zahrine's Past

When Zahrine lost her little sister in an attack on her village, it broke something within her psyche.

Her people fought hard against the unlikely alliance of orcs and goblins, but were overwhelmed by sheer numbers. Many lives were lost in the battle on both sides, including Zahrine’s mother and father and other relatives and friends. But none of them hurt her like the loss of her sister did. Kharyse was the dearest person in the world to Zahrine and she would have done anything for her. Unfortunately, overwhelmed by great numbers, her power wasn’t enough.

Zahrine, at the time, was no slouch when it came to magical ability. She had completed many quests that involved killing orc and goblin tribes, including the culling of their young.

It was rare for goblins and orcs to work together, but intelligent leaders within their ranks formed the alliance specifically to take out Zahrine. But why not have some fun while doing so and teach the human witch the pain of loss that she **** onto them over the years? It was brutal and violent and personal. For every orc and goblin child the witch killed, they made sure human children suffered much worse, more gruesome deaths. Families screamed in horror and fought to protect their young, but they were either cut down where they stood, or were incapacitated and **** to watch. And only then, were they killed, or worse; **** and beaten, then either dragged away to be enslaved or left to die.

Out of the leaders of the Orc and Goblin alliance, only one remained alive; a battle-scarred Grey Orc named Oknar. Driven by his cruelty and desire for **** to see Zahrine suffer, he commanded his men to leave her alive. After **** her, of course. The number of orcs and goblins the poor, grieving witch was **** to pleasure lead to almost a week of repetitive cock worship and disgusting semen swallowed.

Left in an unimaginable amount of orc and goblin sperm, Zahrine was not able to properly process the **** of her sister. The smell of jizz fueled her anger and drove her to develop a **** need to erase every orc and goblin off the face of Gallaryn. Once she was able to move again, she collected the remains of her sister and took Kharyse everywhere with her. She studied magic, delving into the forbidden. Weeks passed as her sister’s corpse decayed in a large casket, which Zahrine carried on her back at all times.

During her journey, Zahrine cruelly murdered more orcs and goblins. Whether they were the kind that had sinister intentions for innocent people, or were innocent themselves and lead peaceful lives. She tore families apart and fueled the cycle of hatred, becoming a major cause of eternal strife between humans and goblins and orcs.

The **** escalated to the point that a war started between the Human Kingdom of Pacifus, and the nation of civilised Orcs and Goblins, Sanctuarritt. Zahrine stoked the flames of war every chance she had, causing what later became known as the Great War of Nadjag, a city on the border between Pacifus and Sanctuarritt.

Unfortunately for Zahrine’s wishes, the Queen of Pacifus was a shrewd woman who understood manipulation all too well. And The King of Sanctuarritt was an honourable orc, something Zahrine never considered.

The King of Sanctuarritt hated the idea that orcs and goblins could not be seen as equals to elves, humans and dwarves. He understood why they feared his kind, but he built Sanctuarritt as a peaceful country and helped many orcs and goblins understand how much better one’s life could be when following laws and adhering to virtue and respect. A war with humans truly was the last thing he wanted. Even during the Great War in Nadjag, he severely punished any of his men who attempted to **** and pillage.

Although the bloodshed was voluminous, the Queen of Pacifus acknowledged the King’s act of honour, and this may have been one of the things that allowed her to see beyond the **** and understand there was a third party at work. She was able to reach an agreement with the King of Sanctuarritt and was able to convince him that a Human Witch was the cause of the war.

The two Kingdoms were able to end the war and agree they had a common enemy.

That was the worst outcome for Zahrine, because she had another motive. She needed thousands more to die so she could perform a ritual to resurrect her dead sister. She was furious! Unbeknownst to the Queen of Pacifus, Zahrine had taken up residence in one of the Kingdom’s cities, a large town called Concordia. The Witch took precautions in case there weren’t enough losses on the battlefield, and while both kingdoms were searching for her, she performed a terrible act. It became known as the Greatest Tragedy in History.

She sacrificed her own soul to summon an army of demons in the city who killed every human in sight. Ranging from small lesser demons to terrifyingly enormous greater demons, there had never been a more gruesome and bloody event ever recorded. Women, men and children were slaughtered and eaten, blood and gore covered buildings, limbs and severed heads scattered all over the roads.

During the chaos, Zahrine was able to escape the city. Standing atop a hill, she watched the carnage with glee. And when the voices spoke to her and told her the time is now, she performed the ritual.

Part of her ritual involved magic that prevented souls ascending to Heaven or Descending to hell. This meant thousands of souls of orcs, goblins and humans on the plains of Nadjag were unable to move on. And now, as the number of human deaths increased from flesh-hungry demons tearing them apart, Zahrine had gathered five thousand souls. That was the number. She had done it!

The ritual was complete. She performed the rites and burned all of those souls away, listening joyfully as their ghosts echoed throughout the lands. Five thousand deaths and growing, all to bring back her precious sister.

As the demons continued to ravage Pacifus, Zahrine waited at the side of her sister’s skeleton. Any second now, her sister would come back and they could be together again. But then minutes passed. The skeleton remained motionless as humans cried and begged for help in the city before being torn apart and consumed.

An hour passed. Zahrine remained still, on her hands and knees, staring agape at the skeleton. Then, another hour. The city has gone quiet now. Deep down, Zahrine knew the ritual had failed, but she hoped against all hope that it would just take a while longer. Just a little while longer. If she could wait an hour, why not two hours? If she could wait two hours, why not a day?

And she did. Zahrine did not move and she remained even as the rays of the hot sun pleasantly heated her skin. The moon completed a full cycle. Finally, when the army of hungry demons came upon her in search of more humans to devour, Zahrine realised she would never see her sister again. Her broken psyche, which had somewhat mended back together in anticipation of being reunited with Kharyse, now shattered into pieces.

She laughed as the demons surrounded her. Tears streamed from her lifeless eyes and she gripped her skull in furious hopelessness, repeatedly banging her head onto the edge of her sister’s casket. She screamed until her voice box cracked. She screamed again until the muscles in her throat began to tear. And all the while, there was laughter mixed into her anguish.

All those deaths, all of the reprehensible, terrible things she had done, and it still wasn’t enough to revive her dear Kharyse. She began sobbing, becoming a mess of snot and sadness, and begged for either God or the Devil to bring her back.

“GIVE ME BACK MY SISTER!!!”

But the only response she got was from a demon standing over her, laughing. Only then did she notice the greater demon, and then the hundreds of other greater and lesser demons nearby. They were covered in blood, some held body parts and were chewing on the sinewy flesh of arms and legs.

When the closest demon reached for her, Zahrine stood up and reached for his face, surprising the blue-skinned brute. She surprised herself as well. Zahrine didn’t simply just kill the demon. She melted it. The monstrous, muscle-bound thing’s flesh rapidly melted away, leaving only a large skeleton which fell in a clatter of bones to the ground beside the casket.

Most of the demons knew nothing of defeat and had never learned what it meant to fear another living creature. But Zahrine turned that strange magic onto them next, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of demons’ flesh melted away from their bones. The remaining demons tried to run, but they all met the same fate.

Emotionally crippled, Zahrine pressed her hand to her own chest, grinning with tearful relief as she felt that searing pain melt away her torso and clothing. She looked down at her sister before she lost consciousness from the pain, knowing she would not be joining her precious Kharyse in Heaven.

But then, Zahrine woke up, and when she looked down expecting to be in a pile of her own liquefied flesh and bone, there was a full, healthy and naked body. She spent minutes laying there, the smell of melted demon flesh filling the air. Then, she used the strange magic on her own face, believing if she started with her brain, there was no way she could survive. The **** was quick and painless…

Until she awoke again in the same position. Zahrine spent the next several hours attempting to kill herself with this new magic she unlocked. But the result was the same every time. By the fiftieth try, the Witch gave up.

Zahrine had somehow gained immortality. It was not only by her own hand that she couldn’t die, but others’ as well. She made herself **** to bandits, murderous orcs and goblins, and even various monsters. Sometimes they would kill her and take her things; Zahrine always made sure to carry something valuable on her, to become like a beacon of opportunity for lowlife humans and malicious creatures. Other times, she only had to play the helpless damsel, and her target audience would **** her and slit her throat.

Survivors from Concordia would spot her and either run for their lives, or arrange for her to be arrested. She had no interest in spending her life in jail and broke out easily, only killing when it was necessary.

When nothing in the continent of Numen could do her in, she travelled to Rom. But everything was the same there. If anything, the Eastern Continent was more peaceful than the Western Continent.

So, she travelled to the Frozen Tundra, the Northern Continent of Forte, where the cold-loving Frost Trolls could play with her as much as they wanted. Some tribes turned her into their own personal cock cleaners. When she got tired of that, she found another tribe who cooked and ate her. It was a miserable experience, to be consumed, shat out by several trolls, and then regenerate again. She couldn’t help but laugh as the Trolls started worshipping her as their new God. But Zahrine had no time to play around for their ridiculous, on-the-spot religion.

The only place left for her now was the Unexplored Land of Monsters, the Southern Continent of Acham. She quickly learned why the land was undocumented; within seconds of exploring one of its deep, green forests, she was **** and eaten by a large carnivorous plant. When she revived, Zahrine found herself being ripped apart in a tug-o-war between giant jelly-fish-like bipeds that wanted to control her body. She allowed one of them to take her over for a while, but when she realised she still had full cognitive thoughts, ended the charade and forcibly ripped the thing out of her skin. Oddly, though, she didn’t kill it as it ran for its life.

The Witch spent years in Acham, casually getting ****, killed, eaten and digested by creatures no one had heard of or seen before. In fact, the deeper into the continent she travelled, the clearer it became that she might be the only person in all of Gallaryn that would ever see them.

Soon, Zahrine realised she wasn’t ageing. Eventually, she realised nothing would ever kill her. That she was doomed to live with her semi-intact sanity for all time.

She built a home for herself in the centre of Acham and peacefully lived out the next fifty years. She was still as young and beautiful as ever. Oh how she wished Kharyse was here with her. To keep the monsters away, she had to display her power. The Witch avoided killing them, instead only using her magic to blow them away. After a few times, the monsters learned that she was an unattainable food source.

Left alone with her thoughts for that much time, Zahrine’s sanity continued to slip away. She started to hear her sister’s voice, which was a pleasant cure for the boredom in her neverending life. She had joyful conversations with her sister, reminiscing of the good times. Kharyse’s presence in her mind made another twenty years pass quickly. But her sanity slipped further… Until one day, Kharyse no longer had nice things to say. Her sister started reminding her of all the awful things she had done, all the **** and deaths she caused.

Zahrine begged her to stop but Kharyse only laughed, and asked, “But did you stop when they begged?” The witch saw the faces of all those innocent humans, orcs and goblins she either murdered herself, or indirectly killed through war or the summoning of demons.

Kharyse convinced Zahrine to return to Numen and make up for all the atrocious things she had done to the orcs and goblins.

“What about humans?” Zahrine asked.

“You killed many more goblins and orcs than humans. And look at you, aren’t you human? Humans are the worst races in the world, you should suffer for your crimes. All humans should suffer for their crimes.”

“But how can I make it up to them?”

“Start by doing good deeds. For everyone, humans included. Use a fake name. Join an adventurer’s guild and establish yourself as a great witch who protects the people.”

“But they will recognise me…”

“It’s okay. They would recognise you, but what if you looked like me?”

Warmth filled Zahrine at the suggestion. When she looked in a mirror, she saw her beautiful sister Kharyse and cried at the reflection.

“See? You once said I was too good for this world. Now you can make me into the hero you always told me I could be.”

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