Role

Chapter 8

A black journal is left in the coat pocket of Imam as he sleeps. He seems to
have been doing some writings, in recent times. Most of it is the status of
the guild, the status of the other organizations of Thera, and what some of
them think of him and the guild respectively. A more recent entry seems to
detail dealings with the marans.

"As it seems I have had little in the way of killing any of the light, I have
been ally to the marans by proxy for some time. Recently, I decided to test
the waters, as I tend to do, as well as the faith of those of the light, as I
also tend to do.

While murdering one of their ilk, and about to murder the second, a third
finally came as my blow struck, and sent me to the healer with a mighty blow
from the axes. After robbing me of all I own, his first words were "You have
some unfinished business with a drow". It seemed odd, and so I decided to
watch the actions of this dwarf, and see if his brawn exceeded his wit and
faith in other dealings. I offered the marans peace, in exchange for my lowly
belongings. It is of course my way to at least ask once, as I show respect to
the fallen, despite the seeming lack of respect it takes to make them that
way. And so it came to be, that the marans greed, all four of them, exceeded
their faith that day.

Of course, it is not that I blame them, being who I am. I simply wished to
teach them a lesson. And a lesson teach I did, as each of them fell within
the same day to my jack, and in turn, fell to their demise. I took only what
was mine from each of the four, and told them that this is the respect they
should show to those who are not their mortal enemies. It seems the message
held with many of them."

A break in the page and a change in the inks color signifies either a pen
change, or another day of writing. It seems the pages are not dated in this
part of the journal as they are in the sales and shipping sections of the
journal.

"On the particular name of Enarn, a transmuter who claims to be maran as
well, had robbed me a number of times as I fell, in righteous combat of
course. I took it upon myself to teach them a lesson as well. And so chance
presented itself today, as they struck centurions, Nilan and he. Enarn did
not survive our scuffle, and I left all that he posessed. I explained that I
should expect the same respect, not a permanent enemy as one who proclaims
protection of all who are not dark in their souls. He promptly Took me to the
spirit in Belator as I followed him, and let him do some of his dirty work in
response.

Moments later, His body had formed, and I had dropped his things before the
spirit where we stood, but seemingly...he had not grabbed all of them. When I
asked him to come back, he was made rigid, and beaten badly. When he fled in
the throws of combat, little but a shivering pulpy, and might I add still
looking rigid and emotionless, I came to him, and gave him his things.
Clearly, a selfless act can be the best form of deceit. As of the day of this
writing, Enarn lies betrayed again, and seeks nothing but my demise. The one
who is to lead the marans, oh how the idea pleases me of this.

The writing continues on the next page, seemingly about some tales of the
magistrates.