Role

Chapter 4

Years later, Thnoumundin finished his scholarship and left the Mountain,
to travel and see the world, to learn and to train. He felt a sacred
Power within him and he had to learn how to use it. This is how his hunt
began. Follower of One Law - brutal law of the fire giant society, he
respected strong enemies and despised weak ones. And yet he fought them
all, honing his combat abilities and perfecting prayers.

He was in the middle of the hunt when he heard a mighty draconian roar,
rolling in the night sky as a thunderclap. In this roar, he recognized
call of his God - Great Crimson Dragon, whom he threatened like a father.
He rushed to the mountain, to kneel before the great sacred being, and so
he did.

There, he has been blessed by another blistering breath, half killing
him, totally emptying him, leaving hollow - and after that, filling with
the new Power. Clean, untainted, burning like the primordial fire.

But yet, his patron wasn't satisfied and happy. Why does he have so
little followers that are praising him? Why those storm giants aren't
finally destroyed, what they are still doing here, on HIS mountain?!

And Thnoumundin, half blind, half deaf from the mighty roaring voice,
bleeding and on his kneels - shouted an oath. He sworn to gain strength
and to lead his people to glory. He sworn to build Empire in the name of
his God, and to bring his religion across Thera.

He sworn to make his patron a true God - because those Gods are most
powerful, who have many followers, and those are dead, who have none.
Everyone in his Empire will bow to the Great Crimson Dragon, will chant
payers and perform sacrifices. His patron will become a true God, and
Thnoumundin will be his fire on the lands, and his son on heavens,
forever, after his death.

Thnoumindin left the mountain, filled with the new inspiration. He knew
one empire - weak, disorganized now, lacking Emperor. It will be the
foundation of his reign, and beginning of the Crimson Age.