Role

Chapter 2

And so it came to pass, another threat to my code was witnessed. Three
magistrates sprung from their shelter in the spire, flying, phasing through
the dimensions, and with an Imperial Black in tow, to the sight of a criminal
on the eastern road. The dwarf Armonk did run screaming down the road, as
first the black, and then an osprey, and suddenly from another dimention,
Izuhlzin sprung a neurological blasting.

From the shadows, only silence. Izuhlzin was struck on his head, and silenced
with a dirty rag in his mouth. The word had been given by he or the
patrolmen, and so I waited, intent on that fact. An osprey landed, at the
time the Justicar of all of the lawful lands of Thera. He sent his
incapacitated comrade of lighter pockets home, reverting to an easier-to-bind
form, that of Iukulli.

Again, a dull thud was the only harbinger of a swift bringing of nightmares.
The Justicar was thoroughly tied, his wands taken, and left for whatever fate
would await him as he lay unconscious on a main road.

As he returned to his home, he issued one of my favorite things these days in
my old age, threats. As the many long-dead magistrates before him had done,
"You will not be safe outside the walls of a city." Indeed, most of the time
I took this to the next level, for it was not I who was ever bound not to
strike my opponents in the city. But this time, something tugged at me.
Perhaps the collection of my favored blade had brought more favor as it had
done in the past...and as in the past, the only spirits broken are those of
my enemies.

....how lovely this blade is....

For days I stood on the road, at first a distance from the city with a means
of escape handy from this well magically protected bird, so eager to abuse
his ability to see me. And then, it hit me... And so I began to wander close
to the city, even eluding to the fact that I had been on the road for a time,
knowing he watched from above, and prepared to dive at any moment. Since my
first meeting, he had become much, much more difficult to incapacitate, and
so I moved on to stabbing in all of its various forms. Anything to provoke
more of a fight, and to provoke either a mistake, or rage and madness.

Days had passed, closer and closer to the city I crept, from the piers in
Hamsah, to the outskirts of Galadon. Just today, opportunity presented
itself. As I spread dissent over the days to the magistrates who had never
been stupid enough to threaten a King, I passed to them that I would not
break laws during this wretched abuse of power, and that there were specific
men corrupt within the spire. It seemed to be working, and all said they
would be on the watch for these suspected turn-coats.

And as if a gift, the wanted man Golhyrr, the Relentless Persuer of Magi ran
from his village to the east road. I warned the first Vindicator, Pissudin,
of his location. More favor to an organization I do not subscribe to. And as
he made it closer to Galadon, I watched the fight, even followed the shadow
of this magehunter. The eagle landed, and shifted to a vicious tiger,
pouncing on Golhyrr after being stunned and knocked out several times, and on
he pounced...into the Copeham Inn. How wicked was this, and soon, the new
Vindicator, the former Justicar, Iukulli made sight of the fight as an