Role

Chapter 6

Waserax grew up in the royal household of the King of Arin'Gird, his
family bound in service to the crown since before even the war with
the dwarves began. He grew up watching his father and brothers
constantly suck up to the royal family, each vying for a position of
greater authority. Even Waserax was caught up in the intrigue,
though against his will. You see, the King's favorite son was
approximately the same age as Waserax, and owing to his father's
position the two boys shared the services of the royal tutor.

Unfortunately, this arrangement necessitated certain delicacies that
didn't sit well with Waserax. It was imperitive that he never give
the appearnce of exceeding the prince in anything, regardless of his
actual skill or measured performance. The royal tutor, for his part,
was sure to adjust Waserax's marks down so this grave offense never
occurred. It was an obvious farce, and everyone but the prince knew
it, making it all the more frustrating.

When not attending sessions with the tutor and his idiot pupil,
Waserax spent most of his time in the temple library. As he perused
the ancient texts, many of them describing deities not commonly
worshipped among the duergar, there was one in particular to whom he
began to feel especially drawn. One who stood for the very thing he
most wished for, and who might become for him a source of strength
and power. A deity under whose auspices he might break free from the
miserable existence he had known thus far...