Role

Chapter 2

The clatter of an army rings among the Isle... "Eight Imperials! Fargin'
'ell!" yells Rhyaldrin as the guardian of balance seems to fall almost
instantly. Before Kyaltaru can even make it home, the tenacious bonded pair
have already fallen and the key finds itself within the Imperial Throne.

Regrouping within Hamsah, Kyaltaru rallies his Nexuns within the sandy city
preparing a counterstrike. "We must be fearless, it is OUR key!" he says with
inspiration. He clutches his claw, ready to be summoned into death, or
greatness, whichever comes first. He flies through the sky to the brewhouse
the moment his feet touch their lands only to face the seven forces of
darkness. He sings with all his might retreating them all forcefully as his
comrades retake the key.

They regroup back in Hamsah with victory dancing on the air as the Burning
Desire meets them. He offers a bit of praise, as much as Lord Daevryn can
give, and Kyaltaru suddenly feels a bit of pain as the Lord places a tattoo
on his left arm. Looking at it with a sense of pride, he realizes how close
he is to greatness as he humbly thanks the Lord.

Feeling driven with ambition he leads his Isle to an evening of intense
bloodshed and can only feel pride for his growing Islanders, knowing eternal
balance and magic is just around the corner.