Role

Chapter 3

Rejection and resentment.
Added Wed Mar 27 16:54:41 2019 at level 32:

Yet the day came when Malgren had mustered a full 10 silver pieces to his
name, and determined it was time.
He asked to join, to learn to sing as the elves with their high voices sang
. To learn to inspire such fire in the blood and reckless abandon as they
inspired with their words.
He was denied, jeered, and mocked. Sent packing with not the sweet song in
his ears, but contempt and the declaration that no giant had the capacity
to sing songs such as they sang. He was furious, despondent, and resentful
.
Yet Malgren would not surrender so easily. He knew of someone who may be
able to help him; someone not even the elves would dare laugh at with
their beautiful voices and mock with their silver tongues.
Malgren went to find the magic giant, who lived in the house off of river
road.
Malgren had a healthy respect for magic.
He knew that with his great hands he could break gnomes as easily as he
lifted the crates and barrels; yet if those gnomes knew magic, they could
bring ice and snow down upon him to quench his warmth and life. If gnomes
could do that, a great giant like himself would be even more dangerous.
Surely such a mighty sorcerer would know a spell to make his tongue as
swift as his body was strong.
Yet as he stood before the giant that yet towered over his immature form
and posed his question, the sorcerer's sneer was implacable. The brute
spoke of destruction, of spells to rip the sight from the eyes, and most
terrible of a spell to steal the sound from the ears. Yet there was
nothing of making what was already present better, for such things were
beyond even the greatest of this sorcerer's ilk.
Malgren found this both interesting and depressing in turn, but was
distracted. For on the edge of perception he could hear the most beautiful
song that he had ever encountered to date. Such emotion; such transcendent
passion. He needed it.
"Where can Gren get singing axe?"
The magic giant paused, an expression more terrible than the sneer
splitting his face as he grinned. "If its the unholy blessing yuh want boy
, Gerklang can teach that..."
Malgren nodded.
He needed it.
He'd make his own kind of song; and it would eclipse all others.
He would add their voices to his own.
Let them dismiss him then.