Role

Chapter 11

Juhldalor opened his eyes after what seemed an eternity.
The sun had been setting outside the forge, he had not
eaten or drank all day, yet he felt content and at peace.

The earth within his hands he had clenched so tightly had
molded into the inside of his fist, he stared at what he
had created and felt something stir within him, the spirit
within him moving.

As he stood, he felt the strength of his ancestors flowing
from within the ground he stood upon, it's fortitude
tempering his spirit.

Carrying his fathers lifeless body to the forge and placed
it upon the dull embers within it's breach. He closed
his eyes and remembered his fathers words as his body
began to smoke and smoulder.

He shall not fear the darkness, the darkness shall come to
fear the fires of the earth, his soul tempered against the
taint he shall strike out in retribution, the darkness
shall be driven before him, his fury unleashed against it.

Juhldalor opened his eyes once again, their earthy tone
tempered with the fires of the earth, resolute and ready
to seek retribution against the darkness.