Role

Chapter 9

My heart racing, trying to control my breathing I continued
to run.The path was steep and treacherous, I nearly lost
my footing while racing up the mountain. I pressed onward
in pursuit of the orc I had engaged west of the Voralian
city. I uttered a brief prayer to my lady, asking her
for the haste I needed.Alas, as I approached the
filthy path to the orc village within the mountains,
I had lost sight of my quarry, he was no doubt hiding
within his village cowering in fear.

Weighing my options, I decided to fall back to the dwarven
town of Akan, and wait for my prey to once again dare to
venture out into the civilized land.

As I approached the outer gate of Akan, a grisly sight befell
my eyes. The guards laid dead, their body's hewn and torn
inspecting one, I saw bloody rips in his flesh, that appeared
to be from some sort of beast. I continued forward with
caution, not knowing what could be lurking amongst the
streets waiting for me.

I followed the trail of carnage to the blacksmith's forge.
Upon entering the forge, I found no beast, but instead a felar
his armor spattered with blood, it was obvious he was the
culprit, I was baffled, for my Ladies power aided my vision
and I saw no red aura of evil around this felar, I stayed
my hand and started to speak.

Before I could utter a single word, the felar spun and attacked
me. I barely brought my shield up in time to block the blow
from his spear.My sword whistled through the air as I swung
trying to press him back. I Fixed my glare upon him and in
my mind bade my lady Baerinika to aide me against this foe.
A gust of air announced the flames as she answered my prayer
the stench of burning fur filled the room as his body was
seared with her divine anger. I brought my sword down through
his blocking blow, ending his life where he stood. Standing
over his charred corpse, I wondered what would drive him to
do such wicked things, a sense of sorrow gripped me for but
a moment while I considered what he could have done with his
life. I looked toward the armorer, who seemed releived and
gave him a brief nod.

Wiping the blood from my sword, I knew this had been a victory
for the light. Not the victory I had sought in the beginning
but a victory nonetheless.