Role

Chapter 1

***Day of Thunder, 10th of the Month of the Spring.***

**You see the form of Derogker, the now aging priest lies upon a comfortable
bed with many female acolytes...slave girls captured to please him, the room
is dark and everyone is asleep**

**Derogker tosses in what would otherwise appear to be a VERY comfortable
sleep**

**Amidst a swirling dark fog you envision the minds eye of Derogker, his own
dreams materialized as if watching a play**

**Time stands still as you see an unholy and great form of an orc Lord
pillaging an entire city, women...children all being cut down in his path, at
his feet stands Derogker in full battle-gear commanding minions left and
right in the assault**

Dreams...they come in many forms, do others dream as I do? In my youth I had
such visions. Now more than ever they seem to haunt my slumber.

Of the recent moon one such dream in particular stands out amidst the torrent
of dark visions that perplex my existence. In it I see the form of my Lord as
a great constellation...might and powerful it falls from the sky, descending
upon the Theran landscape conquering all in its path. I follow my Lord into
battle and the assault goes well.

When I can taste the victory of battle, when my blood seems to boil from my
Lust being temporarily sated there stands a lone warrior among the chaos.
There is a pure and holy light that shines about him...it angers me so.

One warrior rising out of the dismembered bodies and rivers of blood, a
chilling battle cry sounds throughout and I see the many ilk of the Fortress
pouring out of the last standing structure...

The dream ends as if this is some undecided future battle, I know not much
more as it each part of this play like dream has come in waves. Perhaps it
has to do with the constant struggle between the Chasm and those who would
seek to interfere. I cannot be certain.

I know that I must seek my Lord and ask of him something I have never asked
before, I have brought many to bear in his name, servants for his table. It
is his wish that someday I might lead the fold as Chancellor, if it be the
will of the Gods I will accept this mantle of honor and carry this task with
the utmost scrutiny. But I know in my Spirit that there will be those who
will stand in my way. Yes...I must ask the Lord for dark powers...something
to crush those who stand before me.

I need to know in the very depths of my dark soul that when that far away
battle comes I will be victorious. The Lust filling me has carried me so far
and yet I would sacrifice all that I have become for more. It can never be
fully sated...perhaps even in death I will still Lust...yes even in death, I
will conquer the very Hell I am sent to should I wake to find myself in the
land of the damned...