Role

Chapter 6

The mithril mines beneath Aran Gird are older than most of the living gods and have seen more horror
than any of the surface prisons. Here slaves from every race toil each day to dig out more truesilver
(mithril) for the ruling clans of the mighty duergar city. And it was here Nidblot should
work as a guard, just as his father and his father's father had.

Nidblot took control over his own future. He wished for so much more than the mines could grant him.
Respect, true power and leadership would be found elsewhere. Knowing that he hardly would be missed he
slipped into the underdark after his shift had ended one day. Following directions he had payed in gold
for the way to the surface was uneventfull. The sun scorched his face for the first time at a sandy
bank at the riverside above Vorolia. From here time could only tell if he would succeed in his
carefully laid plans?