Role

Chapter 3

Before the vision of the old man writhing on the ground could culminate into a conclusion the scene
faded away once again and left Jutley bewildered and wondering if the old man actually succeeded or
was disintegrating into oblivion. Before he could even finish the thought, a new scene formed in front of
him. This time a battle field unfolded and his attention focused on a figure, who again was very
recognizable, except he did not have the dark and sinister overtones to him. This man was much more
likeable to Jutley for an indescribable reason. This man was past middle age, with a graying beard and
bald head. He was lean and wearing flowing, stylish clothing. He held a horn in his right hand and had it
raised to his lips, ready to sound. In his left hand he held a long, slim, yet, well forged blade. Across the
field of battle from the man with the horn stood a robed figure that was hard to see any discernible
features on because various auras of energy, electricity and magic flowed around him. The robed figure
appeared to be a powerful arch-mage and was about to do battle with the man with the horn. Before
the two could clash the scene faded to black and the voice of the gruff warrior said, You must oppose or
join. To not oppose means you will join. A choice must be made. All paths lead to one or the other. All
paths lead to either life or death.

The cryptic words of the warrior echoed through Jutleys mind. He suddenly opened his eyes and found
himself back in his bedroom. This time, his room was dark and everything seemed so much more real.
What did all of that mean? What was the warrior trying to tell him? Why would he show him those two
scenes? What did it all mean?