Role

Chapter 1

Long and hard the fight has been. Rarely is there the time when the odds
have been favorable. The earth is not weak, nor will it accept weakness.
In my travels, I have come across a book about the Jagad. This
creature is ancient, evil and of the swamps. One not to be trusted.
The huron trees carry the taint of the Jagad. I do believe that she
is one of the ancients that strengthen the Nightreavers of Thar-Eris.
While my strength is upon the earth, the other Outlanders rely upon
my strength as it ties to the ancients. As I see the way that the
Jagad influences the trees, I do wonder if they have the ancient
knowledge as the druids with a Nightreaver's touch. This knowledge
I seek so that the earth and the ancients can be fed. I am older
now and I do feel the weight of time upon my bones, so I must do
this quickly. It may cost me the balance of my health, but, if I
am correct, I can bring a greater strength to those who embrace Thar-Eris.
I do believe that I must contact the Lord of the Earth. I believe
that he has the knowledge and perhaps the understanding that I need
to move forward with this.

Zekaris Mezist, the Earth's Sculptor.