Role

Chapter 1

Journal entry the 11th.

I feel more lucid now. Calmer and more myself than I have since I started to
feel the ravages of age. The brilliant presence of my Lord has this affect on
me. He spoke to me of heroes of the past the likes of Balrahd, Kamba and
Garenth. names covered in glory and honor when spoken. He said his wish was
for me to join their ranks, and wear the grey. And so I forego my desire to
have my body strengthened, and simply bide my time here in Thera. My body
grows weaker with every passing day, and my spirit ever stronger. I know that
one day soon I shall hear the Clarion call one final time, and that call
shall lead me home. I do not fear the battles ahead, and look forward to
them.

My only regret will be leaving this life behind, that I have so struggled
for. I will miss those whom are closest to me, my dearest Amayara, still the
flower of beauty in her youth. Audriel and her constant presence at my side
over the years. Noble Ryldain, whom I know will someday make a fine Marshall.
Thenrek, powerful and cranky, ever ready to throw down for his Captain.
Golron and his brave charges to his repeated deaths, never letting them slow
him down. Brave Rouchevien, always at my back, ready to deal the telling blow
on our fiercest of foes. These are the memories I hold near and dear, and
will bring me both comfort and sadness as I move on, proud to take my place
in the armies of the Grey.

If I listen closely, I think I can almost hear the Clarion now...