Role

Chapter 2

Minds are mysterious, funny, and powerful things, and of all the races of
Thera, the mind of an elf is something to fear in awe. Kyraea had enjoyed the
longevity of her elven ancestry thus far. When she was born into new memory,
leaving her past behind in Darsylon the first time and entered the academy,
she could not remember her true age, so told the most approximate guess of
what she thought it could be. This was the first sign that not all was well
within her mind. Elves are not known for forgetting. When she took leave of
the Fortress long enough to seek out an apothecary to forget even more of her
life, she took another dark and dangerous step down a path where light was
uncertain to exist. She was a new woman certainly, but moreso than she could
have imagined.

"I take my rest. Fight well for the Light," Kyraea said to her fellow Maran
and Acolytes. Hanging up her armor and most of her weapons, she put on her
civilian clothes, hid a dagger beneath her cloak, and set out for Voralian.
She had much to think on during her time away from adventuring. Not all was
well with her memory lately. She had let go of her past and become a better
warrior. While adventuring, she could remember all manner of things about her
enemies' habits so that she could predict every one of their moves. When the
adrenaline faded and she hung up her armor, though, she lost all knowledge of
how they fought. It seemed very odd to her. There were also times when she'd
leave and look down at the dagger in her hand without having any clue as to
how to use it. When the knowledge returned to her, she felt both relieved and
a little scared. What if this happened during a battle? The ramifications
could not only mean her death, but the deaths of those around her as well.
Letting down her companions was NOT an option. She would have to guard her
mental faculties to her fullest abilities. But the greatest horror she had
faced in recent times were the blackouts. She could remember leaving the
Fortress sometimes dressed in her civilian clothes and then everything would
go dark. She would wake up in different places wearing different clothes and
sometimes with the scent of death on her. For the most part, she kept these
difficulties to herself. If the others of the Fortress knew about he
blackouts, could they depend on her any longer? Would she be allowed to fight
alongside them? Thus far, while adventuring, no such occurrence has happened,
and until it did, she didn't feel it was wise to share the information.

Then one day, she received a letter. She opened it before really looking at
it, assuming that it was delivered correctly. Unfolding the paper, the
writing read:

Llylithia,

I assume by now that you have observed all of Kyraea's movements.
If you don't know them by heart then perhaps you haven't the abilities
you boast of. If you do know them all, then why haven't you struck
and ended her pathetic life? She is only an elf and they are all weak.
Though I know their blood runs in your veins, I am certain you can
be different. With her out of the way, you should be able to penetrate
the Fortress and bring it down from within. The boss says that he has a
guild full of heartless mercenaries ready and waiting to swarm and loot
the place. He says its going to make the finest