Role

Chapter 2

Wet fingers. Coppery, salty.
At first, as teeth cut into it, it resists -- it fights, it pushes back.
But then, like its former owner, the heart gives in.

This way, in the tradition of his people, Wakazula becomes stronger.

From the death of his foe comes his life. His enemy's strength becomes his own.
His isolated society warred on occasion with the dwarves and duergar who
tunneled through the Underdark. The dwarves' development forced Wakazula's people to
search elsewhere for food and water. This brought war, and many of the stout folk
served as hearty meals.

The duergar were wicked and foul, and Wakazula's people had warred with them for
centuries. Feasting on a duergar was seen as a privilege and a duty -- it was
righting a wrong done upon the Natural Order, cleansing and returning their flesh
to the earth.

But it was not the dwarves nor the duergar that have ended the Fiktrakatchin
clan's way of life...