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72081, Arathian's Role Chapter 4
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM

Role

Chapter 4


Arathian finds his true calling, and picks up the burden
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A few more months into his travels, he found himself wandering off the beaten
path a little more. On a little more than chance, he spotted a Bloodoath
assassin of the Empire committing murderous acts on children and young fela at
Blackclaw fort. This was a turning point in Arathian's life....he had seen so
much evil, suffered so much pain....there were holes in his heart of pieces of
himself he had lost, and he could not tolerate seeing another in so much pain.
He quickly moved to action, viciously bringing down the magics he could upon
the assassin. He was so fearful he could barely grip his quarterstaff, but he
still fought on. Before he knew it, he stood over the body of his foe. Those
holes that were empty in his heart filled with self worth, the knowledge he
had stopped a great injustice. He felt he knew now why he had lived where his
parents had not. The jaguar necklace he wore seemed to glint and sparkle in
the sun a little brighter. His life had been taken from him, but that did not
mean it was over. He could commit what was left of himself to the service of
others, each good deed filling his emptiness and sorrow with the joy and
happiness of knowing he was making a difference. He struggled with the taking
of life, it did weigh heavily on him, but he knew it was for a greater
purpose.

In the struggles of combat he felt life in him again, the fear, the courage,
the uncertainty, the drive for justice. He swore after that first battle he
would dedicate the rest of his days to honoring the innocent, to fight to keep
all that is holy and pure, holy and pure in the eyes of the gods and goddesses
of light. He sought out refuge at the fortress of light, and after a great
deal of ale, tears, and laughter, the Captain of the Brigade took a chance and
allowed him in. He vowed he would not fail this new calling, as failure was a
fear to him he yearned to overcome. He now lives his life day by day,
experience by experience, always trying to do the right thing and better
himself for his fellow man, and for every innocent out there without the
ability to defend themselves. He would hunt, in victory or defeat, and he
would refuse to let fear hold his hand any longer.