Role

Chapter 2

As I find myself approaching the age of maturity, and the physical prime of my
life, it seems proper to reflect on the years since I left home to find my way
in the world. Life is good. I have grown strong, stronger than I had dared
hope I would have been able to achieve at this point in my life. I am proud
that I have taken the harder road and come out better for it so far. I have
spent much of the past years schooling myself in the basics of any proper
warrior's training and it has paid of when I have had chance to cross blades
with mages and others who have thought to match themselves against me.

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I earned my hut and my right to call myself a BattleRager earlier than
expected. The necromancer's blood proved my determination and skill, and the
conversation proved my wits, at least as far as Izqi was concerned. I like the
Drillmistress, and want to prove that her faith in me was justified.

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I like all of my new brothers and sisters, so far. I had missed having a
family of sorts and there is a sense of camaraderie here that makes be believe
we will be able to do great things in our time. Soykay, a curiously nude
deep-elf who earned his hut just hours after I built mine, will make a good
defender I think. Cepoyr, whose heart is pure and whose fighting style I
admire, has been helpful. Commander Hallanaphas leads by example and sets
clear expectations.

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The BattleRager oath to forego the temptations of magic arms, armor, and
potions has rewarded me with strength and focus that those who I see using
such things will never achieve. I have begun to find myself looking upon them
with pity, especially other warriors whose potential is so great if only they
would commit themselves the way we in the village have.

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If I have one frustration, it is that the few mages I do manage to surprise
are usually quick to escape into invisibility. I look forward to earning the
gift of true sight - they will not be able to hide so easily, once that is
mine. If I were more patient, there were a few times I might have slain one of
the conjurers I hunted. Charging straight into battle seemed appropriate at
the time, and I could tell he was intimidated, but it would have been better
to finish the job.