Role

Chapter 17

I am sitting within running water, always such a comfort. As I pen my
thoughts into my Memory, I feel the soothing embrace of the sea, much
larger than the Loch in which I grew. Recently I've fallen two more times
to wicked adventurers. The last time to Goarang and Vezard, I have already
recorded. This time, to an underhanded trick by Venecfis. I bounded at him,
knowing that if he were bashed to the ground I can put an end to this life
of his. He kept reengaging and escaping to the Seaport, and trying to put
me to sleep. I did not realise that I was in great danger as he did that.

What follows is a disturbing series of events, made possible only by evil
magic. I slumped onto the ground, unable to resist the grey void summoning
me. And with all the deliberation of a dark-elf torturer, the fire giant
cursed, plagued, poisoned, blinded, summoned me into a small room, and
leapt upon me with a spear. I fled, but there was only one exit, and he
gave chase instantly, and bashed me down after the vaulting strike.

Other skirmishes with a human dark knight also revealed a similar tactic,
the sleep spell followed by many foul magics. I felt betrayed, I felt quite
helpless, possibly for the first time. That a single spell could bring
about my doom as surely as a decapitation, was incomprehensible.

Now, thinking about it, I realise that I must be aware of all these
dastardly tricks that the enemy will employ. I resolve, now, formally, that
I will be far more careful, and live and fight for the Light.

As surely as I record my Memories, I remember every one I have slain. The
number, if Memory does not fail, should be thirty two. Most of them were
wicked. I have done much work, but more is needed. And I will continue. The
waves that crash upon the shore never rest, and will strive against the
shore for all eternity to come. My spirit shall be the same.

On a good note, I think my grasp of Common has improved. I have been
studying during my retired times, visiting old friends, and the like. Many
of my kin don't know why I seek to learn so much that is not useful in
battle. I think that strength of will should also be accompanied by
intellect. Insofar (a rare shortened word, abbreviation!) as my giantish
intellect is concerned, I hope to try my hardest to be intelligent, to see
things with clarity and wisdom.