Role

Chapter 18

Today, when I retired off duty and went back to the Loch to find an old
friend, he was no longer there. Old Tarluun, who taught me most of the
tricks of being a good guard, had died in service to the Loch. Seems like
another group of three evil adventurers, adventurers like the ones I have
slain. They told me of the horror. Our kind are strong, and do not falter
in the face of terror. He has returned to the waves. The new guards who
protect our Loch say how hopeless a defense against an organised group of
adventurers is.

When I heard that, I was glad I had chosen the path of becoming an
adventurer, one of the few in Thera who return even after death. It is not
easy, having to learn everything anew in the Academy, and progress through
the ranks, and do my job of slaying the wicked in the mean time. It is
slow going, but there is much work to be done while in the lower ranks, and
there are many skills I have to master.

I've also recently fallen in battle. The items of value I had were
stripped. I am not deterred. Those tools were useful when I had them, and
struck hard for the Cause. My body is strong, and my spirit alive. Like the
waves that push against the shore, relentless and inexorable (two wonderful
words I've found while reading!), I will hurl my skills, and my strength,
at the wicked. As an adventuring warrior of the Light, not just a guard, my
duty now extends to all of Thera, and to slaying the adventurers who are
foul and tainted beyond redemption. For if I do not, more friends, like
Tarluun, die.