Role

Chapter 1

I have been pushed forth roughly by the lich, I had hoped I would be ready
for such a monumental occasion if it indeed did arise, but now I realize none
could ever be ready for the lawless ferocity that is the wilds. At times as I
march with as much resolute stoicity as I can summon to myself, next to my
two trusted enforcers, I find myself almost drowning in the complications and
risks at the heights I have found. To think, a lonely beaten desert urchin
would find himself enforcing the true letter of the law for the blood
tribunal, as vindicator himself! I am often taken aback by this and have to
catch myself before I let such pride flow over me that it affects my civility
and leaves me thinking I am greater then that lowly locked away urchin I have
always been at heart. I also catch great emotions rising out of me, perhaps
it is old age or senility, I do not know, but I do know that I must continue
hold the majority of these overpowering feelings at bay, I must hold onto my
civility. To think that an aspiring magistrate could walk into the hall of
the vindicator to see it reduced to a mass of splinters and rubble because of
my rage, or even come upon one whom holds a station that they admire and find
him weeping like a helpless babe. Utterly ridiculous to even attempt to
ponder and comprehend, I know, and yet with all that has transpired in my
small existence and short life I find such things pushing upon my very soul.
Ah.. my soul, I had not even begun to think that perhaps it is the very
cursed blessings of the pit fiends, or perhaps the collection of tortured
souls writhing within Bane that afflict me. I will never know, but I am
troubled. Of course though I shall hold all these things within, hold them at
bay, I Must show the spire and all those that would think to run rampant my
strength and the very unbending strength of the letter of the law.