Role

Chapter 2

"Fargin ell!" Juhldalor thought to himself, his words to
Throkk lost within his vacuous head. "Ah almos havin em
understandin bout dem earth dare eh, ahn em goin on ta
speakin er dem bone ahn stone. FARGIN ELL! Iffn ah ner
knowin bout dem stone ahn bone, ahn ner knowin who fargin
do!"

Throkk had dismissed Juhldalor now, wearing his simple
white robe, and his spirit ripped from the breast of the
earth, and his Lady Ysaloerye.

Juhldalor had felt the Greed and Envy creeping into his
heart he thought in retrospect. He winced as he thought
of his father, and how it was the same that had bought
his soul and led him into that path of darkness..

His Final words still echo'ing in Juhldalor's mind, and
their final moments together the purist his father had.

He realized now, that the weapons created by this envy
had served against his people, he too, had been a Kinslayer.


Just as this epiphany struck at Juhldalor, a slithering
yet promising voice of Enlilth struck his mind.

"Yer fargin Gully slime dare eh!" Juhldalor shouted at
him. Enlilth offering Juhldalor to serve him, to follow
as his father did.

"By dem fargin biddy beard!" Juhldalor thought to himself,
for his life he had not known whom that figure at the forge
had been, for his life he had only assumed it being
the dark lord, his minions or a demon, perhaps some otherwise
tainted soul.

But now he understood...

"Dem Fargin Biddy shovin yer fargin head up yer fargin
arse dare eh! Yer slimy fargin gully rat bastid!" Juhldalor
screamed at Enlilth. "Dem BIddy kickin yer fargin arse wid
jus er fargin beard dare eh!"

It was then that Enlilth came for Juhldalor at the Altar
of the Paragon, striking against his starved and depraived
body. The Final blow raised above his head, Ysaloerye came
and laid her hammer over his body.

A tremendous battle took place, Ysaloerye striking out against
the duergar, every part of her body a weapon against the foul
taint.

Ysaloerye had come.