Role

Chapter 5

Lohoq's cloak fluttered as the breeze swept through the graveyard. He stared
longingly at the stone as wisps of fresh dirt danced across the small plot of
land. The death and burial of his master did not bode well within his
growing belly. The spoils of war had grown upon him, he felt the lust for
fine clothing and gold grow, yet even those desires could not match what he
sought in power. The lessons he learned under the gaze of the master were
not lost upon him. He had seen many Oaths and shadows admonished in the
public square, the whip cracks against their flesh a visceral reminder of
failure. One drow was cast from the Empire and flayed till he bled to death
for failing to notify the Emperor of a mass of quicksand that had formed on
the Avenue of Conquest.Another fire giant was quartered when he got lost in
the mountains while the Empire laid siege of the Fortress of Light.

The images of torn limbs, rendered flesh and squirts of blood splashing on
his fine cloaks were a constant reminder of the carnage he saw within the
orphanage. In between filling the coffers of the Empire, Lohoq began to
visit banks more frequently, depositing small amounts of coin in each, so
Imperial Spies would be unable to track the wealth he amassed. Soon he would
have his own legion of orphans ready to be trained in the arts of war, as a
constant stable of blood for the Empire.

As the scent of wet earth filled his nostrils, Lohoq removed a small notebook
from his cloak and scribbled notes in it. A quick glance reveals a list of
names the last name you see on the page is Jaragh's, with a few symbols
scrawled next to it. Casting a glance to the swinging gate of the graveyard
he pulled his hood over his head and slid into the darkness.