Role

Chapter 4

The Father's eyeless gaze still made him tremble as he cast himself,
exhausted from the work of reanimation, on the cold floor of the guildhall.
The whispers still echoed, maddening, in his brain: "How do the acts of a man
determine how we think of him? What is the lie the world has stumbled into?"

The whispers... the whispers from the empty skull reverberated within him. As
he rose from preparing another corpse, his robes and hands splattered with
blood, the stink of disease, pus, and excrement grasping at his senses, his
stomach, the questions were what tormented him most.

Dhaunnar has caused much death and has fallen himself to the hands of others
as he attempts to perfect his dark art, to create new, stronger corpses of
powerful enemies to study and reanimate. He is becoming stronger, wilier, and
more powerful as he perfects the difficult arcane rituals of reanimation, of
The Art. He will continue his work. He will wrestle with these questions,
attempt to understand just what it is that Scarabaeus is offering.