Role

Chapter 6

**Day of the Sun, 20th of the Month of the Winter Wolf.**

It had occurred to me today that I have far surpassed the expectations my
father had designed for me. Though I had a disagreement with him before the
battle that inevitably brought me to the surface there is a small measure
within me that wishes he could see what I will and have accomplished. To
honor the Velen'Tarr for what they where.

My life has a young warrior priest was trying, my father wished my studies to
be more combat involved than they where...but much to my uncles satisfaction
I was able to excel in the priestly arts...(divination and holy fervency
within combat). I have no regrets, my outlook has always been swayed toward
my personal gain, and through the Reaper I am able to focus the power I have
attained.

I feel that my ability to kill has been more effective overall than my
ability to attain slaves for the Lord, some men are not easily so broken. As
I reflect upon this I see some varying paths that offer a solution. I need to
make it known to all that I am a prophet of the Reaping Grimace, announce to
the denizens of Thera that the will of my Lord will be done and that he will
protect those that submit themselves as slaves under his rule. And I stand to
teach those whom I might come across that Lust rules my heart.

There is one I have came into contact with in my travels, a Herald of the
Eternal Star he seems to be talented with the pen.. I need one with a silver
tongue to help spread the doctrine about. Though upon my recent dealings with
this one it seems as if he has fallen under some sort of manic depression. He
was a misguided fool before yes...but now there is something different. I
sense loss in him as he drowns himself in his coma of woeful regret. I care
not of his transgressions at all but I need to motivate this one back to his
usefulness...

Humans are trifle lot of emotional fools I must say, who could not be content
with all there is to conquer? Of all the worth there is to be had in the
land? One's Lust may not ever be quenched but it is the possibility of
"somehow" quenching the thirst that should sustain men.