Role

Chapter 1

Aging year by year, Chrichuk matures. A talk with the Sunwarden
prompted him to assess his own achievements. In his youth, he was
insecure, seeking to lash out in anger and in revenge, to prove
himself. Once his anger was sated and his power grew, a desire for
even more power took its place. Forbidden knowledge and the gates
it could unlock began to intrigue him.
Thoughts of his own morality came up, and Chrichuk considered it.
Some say that to merely study the lore he does in the Fold is evil
in itself. But it they are just tomes. The sacrifices made in the
rituals, the slaughter and torture of the so called innocent is
note condoned by those who claim to know the code of ethics. But
why is should it be wrong to sacrifice the insignificant? No, a
code of conduct, should there be any, can only be created by those
with the power to enforce it.
But how is power measured, then? Chrichuk realised, or perhaps he
noticed it long before, that few will and can stand against him in
battle. But is that power? To battle is much like stooping to the
level of beasts. The primal thrill of slaughter, and the hunt leading
to it can be rewarding, but hardly fitting a great scholar. Sometimes
a show of prowess is necessary, to intimidate any foes that would
interefere with his doing, but is that all he would be known for?
A great warrior? A scholar?
All things come to their end. But a legacy remains after the end.
Chrichuk will not be forgotten.