Role

Chapter 27

My hands are stained with blood. Blood that I drew out of duty. The wicked
men who murder, loot and rape. When I feel unsettled by my brutal killing
of a wicked one, I remind myself that for each one I kill, the world
becomes a better place for goodly folk to live in. Sadly, because we have
not managed to spread the Light throughout the whole land, Thera is a place
filled with war and danger. I was brought up to know that.

More and more I realise that evil is not 'exceptional' so to say, but
common. This disturbs me. Then there are the wicked ones who have attained
enormous power. I feel that I cannot hold my own against such odds. I try
(and have succeeded) to slay each dark one that I may. But I know one day
I will have to seek out allies, to take down the hordes of foul hearted
beings, and the dark who are mighty. I need friends who will help in this
mission I have Dedicated myself to.

I have heard of the Fortress of the Light, and have spoken briefly with
Acvilar, the current Marshall. I believe once I am more experienced I will
seek this Fortress out. The blood of four dark ones are on my hands, as of
now. I pray the Light will find them one day, though I know it is not
likely.