Role

Chapter 6

Faeghn spent the better part of three months trying to decide what had happened with his past.
He wasn't sure if he dreamt everything about the slavery and his past life, or if it had actually
happened. He wasn't sure if divine inspiration had granted him the vision of the world ending, or if he
was just looney. He looked into the subject of portals and rifts and magic briefly and heard of various
cities throughout the world that had been destroyed by magic, Maethin, Azuremain, old Voralian City..

The fact of the matter was, the thought of getting sucked into a portal and the unknown and very likely
dying in the process did not appeal to him. He would take his visions and assume the best of them, that he
himself had indeed had a divine vision, and that it was up to him to prevent such magics from ocurring.

After further research, he learned of the BattleRagers, haters of magic. Faeghn could not think of a better
place to plot the destruction of magic and wizards. He heard various dogma about magic belonging to the
Gods, and magic being too pure for mortals, magic being corrupted when used on this plane by mortals,
magic corrupting the souls of mortals who wield it....he agreed with all of it.

So. Destruction of Magic. He began to observe the village as a whole, and saw Berserkers ripping through
their foes with mighty blows of death. He was amazed at the pure power behind the individuals. He knew he
himself could become such. A pure fury, a storm incarnate. However, he got to thinking. Alone, he could kill
at least a hundred mages, easily as a berserker. But what if he could support ten berserkers who could kill
a hundred mages a piece? What if he could prolong the life of other villagers? Wouldn't doing such have
a greater impact on the destruction of magic? Instead of one stormy individual, a whole hurricane of
obliteration with the singular purpose of death and doom. Yeah, that sounded appealing. He became a defender.