Role

Chapter 3

I'm beggining to understand the principles of purpose through my work as a
scribe. It brings a real sense of purpose and accomplishment to be part of
such a selfless organization. I might have been better suited to the life of
a full on priest, but my combat abilities allow me to get into the thick of
the fighting with my Maran brothers and sisters.

The dreams have been getting worse. I'm always running across the plains near
Udgaard, my destination unknown. I feel like I'm trying to get away, but don't
know what from. The visage of the demon, if demon he be, appears in the sky
occluding the sun itself. His gaze unerringly find me and with a chuckle opens
his mouth impossibly wide. Minor and great demons of all types fly from within
his maw, all intent on killing me. As they grow near I try to pray, but hear
nothing, I prepare for battle but realize I am naked. Needless to say my sleep
has been horrible and it is starting to take its toll.

I went to Rodin, he says not to worrry about it. To keep praying and it will
pass. I'm certain he is hiding something though. Still no word from my father,
aside from a few people claiming to have seen him in my travels.