Role

Chapter 3

It has been some time since I was last visited by the dreams. Though it is
odd that they would grow less and less as I became more powerful. I thought I
was fulfilling their desires all along. They never did tell me exactly what
they wanted from me. I wasn't to be trusted, I don't think they've abandoned
or forgotten me though.

I've made many enemies as a scion, and they're afraid of me. The fear is even
more intoxicating than the power I draw from the scepter itself. I never have
set down in writing why I joined the chasm. Largely I desired the power, the
powerful make the rules and I definetly look out for my own interests.
Secondly I knew the Scions had some knowledge of interplanner transport. They
must for they summon beings (Ccul'gra) from a plane outside our own. I've
wanted to learn more of the actual process, the intricacies, so I might
better fathom the devil's interest in me. The only tangible goal I can see
from them is entry into our realm, they are devious and delight in slaughter
and torture and I certainly believe they like to truss up humans, arials,
dwarves, and elves far more than they do their kindred.

My time in the chasm has been both rewarding and disappointing. I've gained
much power through the scepter and my manipulation of the others. Offer a
little honey or rather, gold. And you will find willing slaves. It is my
eventual goal to become their Chancellor and lord it over them all. There is
one other who I think may be chosen in my stead. Her name is Raheena and she
is reviled, loathed, and in many ways an outcast among the Fold's membership.
However it is my belief that the Dark Gods favor her ascension and thus I
prepare for her downfall. She is taking a risk, one
that could end her life, I merely need to tip the scales of her mortality,
and I feel my rise to power is assured.

The disappointments that I've found lay largely in what consumes my time on
what feels like a daily basis. I am constantly in combat, always in the
defense of the scepter and and my duty as a scion. It is teadious and allows
little time for the research I must accomplish to ensure my own safety from
the power of the Hells.

There is always another night, another fight, and another hen.

Maztriel Zarthin