Role

Chapter 6

"Why? Why another damned cripple, gods, why!?".. Aiekooso could hear the
yells of his father in through the flap of his tent, as he likely gazed
upon his newborn brother. Nature had failed his father again. Aiekooso
was born a cripple, and now his brother. With the death of his mother
during childbirth, his father would likely not tolerate the existance
of another lame in the family, which oddly did not bother Aiekooso. He
grew increasingly disgusted with his race. Most races, at that. So
frail.. easily disposed of.

Standing, he parted the flap of his father's tent a crack and peered
within. Clutching a ceremonial dagger, his father had laid the child
to rest. Closing the flap, he moved quickly back to his own tent, a
very small tent in it's own right, but not far from his where his
father's was. Sitting, Aiekooso grasped at a mound of unmolded clay,
working it with an intense gaze in his eyes. After a moment's work,
he lifted in his hand a small, extremely precise clay model of himself. It
did not take a practiced eye to have noticed the strength intended in
the earthen figurine, the arms not frail or disfigured, the left hand not
showing signs of atrophy. "You, my little friend, will be..." he said
quietly.

Setting the small figurine down, he returned to reading his book. The
Beginnings of Invocation. He would learn.. completely. Nature had
failed, it had made him a mockery. Now nature would be his tool he a
weapon for his desires as payment for the injustice it had delt him.
that did not crumble at mere touch. It would be done.. It would... It
must! Slamming the book shut, the young cripple gathered his things in a
small rucksack. With neither word nor sign to his father, he left. Life
had begun.