Role

Chapter 8

*** Kyaltaru Tel'dethian writhes around in his sleep, his forlorn stature
apparent even in his subconscious. As he rustles under the bonsai tree.. he
beings to whisper inaudibly and you decide to peer into his mind ***

He stands before a palace made of wood within the trees. Looking frantically
about, every bit of the scene looks terrifying. Bats screech into the night
sky, wolves howl, and any bit of light that shines from the moon is of a
blood red hue. He takes a cautious step forward, and comes to a small street
of wooden walkways among the trees. Four small dwellings are placed on the
sides as he creeps forward to see what has happened, realizing he is within
Tel'dethian.

Opening the first door he takes a step back in shock... His brother Farunil
stands evilly over the corpse of their father, a broken crown on his head,
and large protruding fangs stained red stare back at him. "You never had the
heart to be king brother... this is my city now..." Farunil whispers under
his breath. Kyaltaru takes another step backwards and looks down at his
lifeless father one last time.. rage enters his heart as he takes a step
forward to swing at his brother, only to have him disappear along with the
corpse. "You.. you can keep it you chaotic excuse for life." he says
hesitantly while closing the door to the dwelling.

He runs to the next dwelling just looking for an escape and swings the door
open with his small arms. An image looking like a zombie of Woldrun stares
back at him with completely white eyes. "I knew you would be my bane, you
wicked slave of magic." Kyaltaru glances about not feeling threatened as
Woldrun falls to his side lifelessly, his body exploding into a radiance of
blue mana. "I merely harbor it you fool, the world needs it, it conquered the
iconoclast of it's hatred did it not?" and he steps out deftly.

Not even knowing what do to, he opens the next door without stepping in. A
whole mountain can be see with dwarves and duergar spread about it. "'ey
everyone, look up there! Ah can't believe mah fargin' eyes! It's Kyaltaru!"
echoes through the valley. The mountain looks much more peaceful than when he
left it. He hones the voice to his old friend Gulden, now wearing a crown.
"Yeh saved all o' us mate! Weh 'eard yer doin' it elsewhere now! Yer on the
right path, yeh keep pushin'!" and the voice trails with the door falling off
it's hinges leading to nothing.

Overcome with emotion, tears begin to well up in his eyes. "Who am I now?!"
he yells loudly into the sky. He runs to the next door in hope it will lead
him to where he belongs. Ripping it open wildly he closes his eyes and runs
in... as he opens them the entire Isle stands over him under the bonsai tree
in worry as the priestess Calbaseeti kneels next to him... "Are you okay
dear?"