Role

Chapter 5

The nightmares, unfelt for years and believed done forever, have returned, worse now than
ever. Exacerbating the already painful experiences is a new element, a twist that
her mind has conjured from life around her. As before, visions of the unspeakable torture
her father was subjected to wash before her face, and as before in her nightmares, though not
in reality, her father looked right at her and begged her to save him, to end the torture.
He had done no such thing of course, but as with many childhood experiences, rational thought
means less than feeling, and she felt, and still feels, as though she failed him, failed
to rescue him when she should have. That as much as anything else, that weakness, drove her
to her new life. Drove her to her new WAY of life. But now, now there's more.

Now, her mind has added the events of the last weeks, the visions and words of a tormented
soul in horrible agony, depthless despair, and unlike her father, this time the begging for
a savior, her, is real. She is not a child anymore. She is a fighter, a killer, and strong
now both in body and moreso in spirit and mind. There are no excuses now. Her sleep is
often beset by these nightmares of failing the spirit, who she has firmly come to believe is
really a past lord of the village, one who if she had to guess sounded like.. felt like... Thror
Hammerhand. Raging at her, screaming that she's going to fail again, that she's worthless,
that she's unfit. That she's weak. She wakes up screaming sometimes.

As a result, combined with her already strong desire to learn the truth of what is going on, she
is compelled to do whatever she can so that this time, with this second chance, she will
not fail!