Role

Chapter 2

Golhyrr admittedly believes that each mage fallen to his hand fills a minute
portion of the gaping hole punctured in his pride, the very same hole from
which such copiuos amounts of hatred had birthed from. With every battle, his
confidence and self-worth returns to him.. and apparently the reinstatement
of his inherent dark-elven arrogance as well.

Golhyrr favors close-range combat above any other. Feeling the warm bursts of
blood as he deals the mortal blow seems to make his victory all the more
meaningful. You see, to Golhyrr combat is a very intimate exchange. The
opponent in question requires every ounce of attention devoted to them.
Revelling in the chaos and intricacies of battle, he has learned to keep a
clear mind and pay special attention to the movement and fluidity of his
opponent in attempt to calculate their next move. It is for these reasons
that he choses to use weapons that require such close proximity. Knives, bare
hands, and a keen eye for observation are the most deadly weapons in his
unforgiving arsenal.

Fluent in the dark-elven tongue, Golhyrr has developed a war cry of his
own--spoken neither underside or over by any other. This cry stirs a very
intense emotional fervor within him. "Thalack! Elghinn ulu lil waela faern!"
is his cry, often heard just before he unleashes a usually complex, and
always painful combat manuever. This cry is translated as follows: "War!
Death to the foolish magic-worker!"

*EDITOR'S NOTE: All translations(along with the previous chapters) have been
gathered from the dark-elven dictionary plucked from the libraries of the
lyceum. I am far from adept in such bizarre tongues.*