Role

Chapter 9

The semi-softened sounds of metal as it collides with bone and flesh seems to
be a self adopted anthem as we make our way throughout these lands. Forever
fighting at his side, I bore witness to the best of occasions and the worst
of defeats. I howled and roared as his prowess in combat allowed his rise to
defeat the dastardly orcish ilk that had plagued his youthful years. During
the battle with Zhenyen, I latched on with all my might and bayed that his
stubby little fists could carry him through and by some miraculous feat, they
did. The astounding peaks of these battles were quick to be overshadowed by
the coming years.

*Thonk* was the sound of the whizzing arrows as they flew by his head, after
returning victorious from a titanic battle. We searched our surroundings, my
hackle standing voraciously on end, as our senses seemed to momentarily
merge. Quickly, we took off after the source, although it seemed to be
corralling rather than a singular position. Off into the desert we strode,
still leaking some blood from one arrows prick. Within the whirling simoon,
we finally faced the attacker. The Sapper of the Sands, he was. As they
conversed, I listened, and aided in what seemed to be some sort of ritual
torture but in the end only increased our prowess.

The most recent ascension began in the dark depths of the spiders woods,
dreary and dank. Men and women from all over the surface, air, and
sub-surface of Thera, came to participate in the great brawl. At the call of
the man that hes always knelt in prayer to, they gathered and would shed
their blood. We sat off on our own, willing to face the hordes, fellow
villagers, Scions, Imperials, Outlanders, Tribunals, Nexuns, none would be
given any quarter. Flesh and bone, fang and claw, we fought as one and as
the last opponent lie before our bloody fists, we stood victoriously and in
doing so, faced our greatest trial and before long, stood true as a Noldarian
Smith.