Role

Chapter 1

Long past are the lightless subterranean days with the seemingly unending
tortures that simultaneously crippled and molded a young half-breed into a
ball of hatred and anger. Despite the passage of time, and the dissemination
of harbored hatred upon the innocent and foolhardy, Lirieleth's capacity for
anger has not diminished. If anything, those that have stepped before him in
opposition have added fuel to a fire that will burn eternal, merely
furthering his drive for the obliteration of everything that is life on this
world.

Often, he thinks back to the stranger of his past. A guildsman who took him
under wing for no other reason than to further the ambitions of his fold of
sordid, maniacal demons of apocalypse. Well, perhaps a few proved merely
fodder, meat shields from behind which the true workings of dark magic could
be properly woven. He thinks back to the education he received, of the
powers innate, and of the prophecy he was to fulfill.

Something remains lacking. The irony of this notion is not lost upon
Lirieleth, who smirks when considering that he should want for anything
beyond exacting revenge upon a world that scorned him from birth. But the
taste of power has a way of changing things. Just as the rape and pillaging
of a youth sparks the first molecules of hatred deep within the recesses of
his consciousness, the fine wine that is power tickles the roof of the mouth,
sends a shiver of delight through the body, and curls the toes in ecstasy.
Unlike hatred and anger, power remains frustratingly ethereal, tangible and
retainable for only fleeting moments of time.

Among the fold, carrying always his sinister and dark purpose, Lirieleth has
found a way to gather that power. With the addition of powerful new spells,
and forms from which to temporarily escape the confines of his tortured body,
now even permitting him to truly take flight as he visits his pain upon
others, life has offered new options. Where many would find hope for
something better, anger annihilates the notion, not unlike a wall of razing
fire erupting over and down a hillside, eradicating everything living in its
path. No, this new power, which must grow, must ever increase, will bring
about the nightmares this cruel, unfair world deserves and serve as a conduit
to the rage burning within this tortured soul.