Role

Chapter 5

The first winds of change in the Village had blown themselves almost out,
whiping at the bare embers of the Villages fire. There were few of them when
Thirisg was pledged, and few still, though even fewer left their huts. The
battle of the soul which eats at you, fear tugging at you, and making you
slow, was eating the core of the Villagers. Little can be done with
something like that, excise it with fire, or with ruthlessness, but it can
still grow in the darkness. Ghar and Thirisg had spoken of it, and though
the Commander had a plan, it wasn't much of one. Thirisg prayed that
hurrying along inductions would help somehow. He hadn't seen his brother
Broutgroic of late either, and that ill omen was sad to behold.The Empire
had become emboldened through increased presence of Emnom, their fearsome
Mummy Lord, and they had begun to rally those who normally wouldn't walk
under imperial banner into their fold. Dark days approached. Thirisg was
prepared, and only prayed he could keep his bretheren alive through it.