Role

Chapter 4

I have received the favor of Lord Corrlaan. Our meeting was short, but his
presence soothed my feelings of self-doubt to great extent. The Cardinal of
the Golden Sun also accepted me as a Scribe. Though I sought to join the
Maran, after many talks with those of the Fortress I realized my place was
better served as a scribe and perhaps one day an Acolyte.

As for the bad news, upon returning to Voralian City I was made aware that
my father dissapeared a short time ago. I spoke with Rodin and some of the
knights, no one seems to know where he has gone. I worry for him, but am sure
he can take care of himself.

Since then I have been having a dream every few nights, a rather disturbing one.
I walk in great plane of darkness, shrouded by heavy fogs magical or otherwise I
cannot tell. The laughter always comes first, but as I get closer to the noise a
terrible thing awaits me. Sitting in a terrible throne made of bones and sinew is
a great horned demon of whose visage I am unfamiliar. He sits chuckling to himself
apparently unaware of my presence, though I stand only a few yards away. A great
splitting pain enters my skull and I awake, always in a otherworldly cold sweat.

The dream keeps me from good sleep sometimes, but as of yet it is of little
consequence so I will keep it to myself.