Role

Chapter 1

It is a certainty my kin. I am not the one to end the plague of mana
on our forests, and throughout our realm. It is not I, because I am
too weak, and unable to impose my will on the magi. Orcs, rangers,
walk over my corpse as though it is a lonely kobolds, and I am left
with nothing but my resolve and determination to keep me going.

What am I to do? I have a measure of life left in this frail failure of a body,
and I intend to live out the rest of my days upholding the Village beliefs, should
the Lords deem me worthy of my Hut.
There is nothing else to say, only to wake up tomorrow morning and get
back to the drudgery that is my life. Everytime I enter a battle I am reminded
of my previous failures and must fight to not run in fright. But I generally
do not run, I face the reality that is the need for improvement, the need
for reinvention, the need for a new body for this soul of mine.

Do not give up all hope my kin, another will come who has not the limitations
which I have, boht in body and soul. Keep faith, all is not lost.