Role

Chapter 6

Noise... Heat...
An abrupt crackling sound clanged in Gzurweeg's head dropping him
off the bed. He rose himself on an elbow and dropped a glance at
the window. The window glass was broken and tongues of flame were
leaping inside the house. In panic, Gzurweeg jumped through the
window only to find two young apprentices who were looting a nearby
store. A big melted hole in the store's wall suggested that these
thieves didnt hesitate to use brute fire magic to break in and
apparently werent caring much about being noticed. "What's going on?!
lizards dung!" he yelled at the kids and they promptly disappeared.
Gzurweeg scratched his head with a confused look, "Yes, what's going on?
Where are guards? Where is everybody?". He slowly paced northern
direction towards the center of the city wondering about total chaos
he was watching along the street.
Somewhat later he arrived to the market square. A large crowd
boiled up there listening to a church prophet. "Citizens! The king
has died leaving no heir! His first advisor grants you freedom!".
The prophet raised his hands, "No more tyranny! You rule your own fate.
Do what you can! Do what you want!". The crowd buzzed in approval.
"Hells!" Gzurweeg thought. Richly dressed, he wasnt expecting anything
good considering the circumstances. Pondering, he quickly walked away
from the crowd towards the kings castle. Having friends among the
guards he planned to arm himself and grab some food.
Heavy smoke drifted through the city, many houses were burnt or ruined.
Mad looking citizens walked forth and back. Majestic yesterday, the city
was in a pitiful shape now. Even more so than during the last dwarven
raid several years ago. Moving through the city park Gzurweeg suddenly
noticed that somebody is following him. Having a bad feeling he rushed
to nearby bushes only to find out that several hooded duergars were
running after his tail. "Crap!", he didn't expect gangs to be formed
so quickly. He took to his heels in panic and ran as fast as he could
away, but they apparently had a mage with them. A strong head wind
made his efforts futile, a sudden weakness bound his legs and he fell
to the ground. The gang approached swiftly and last he saw was a grinning
face raising a black jagged dagger. "Noooo!!!"