Role

Chapter 2

(Spring 1624)

Fill the jug, empty the jug, repeat. I don't see why I had to journey to
Darsylon's guild and study with these elves to fill a jug. There are plenty of
perfectly good jugs back home. I miss my family.

(Summer 1624)

I got word today that my old roommate Ephelus was killed in Hamsah Mu'tazz. He
was sitting by the fountain trying to coax para-elemental frost to his fingers
when some dwarf he'd never met buried an axe in his face. Who even does
something like that?

(Autumn 1624)

Apparently there's a whole village of madmen who murder apprentice mages for
some reason. I had never heard of them before Ephelus' incident. Now I can't
help but fear that everyone I don't know is one of them or one of their
supporters. I'm afraid to practice my spells in the comfort of a city . the
magistrates don't seem very effective in stopping these maniacs. Maybe I could
row a small boat to the middle of the ocean or fly up to the mountains and hide
out away from civilization somewhere as I study.

(Winter 1625)

Air is supposed to be my strong element, and yet, I can't summon forth the wind
unless it's to hurt something. I don't know why. The little cyclones I've
learned to make just don't coalesce without a living target.

I really struggle with this. I want to master the winds, but killing is wrong.
By Shokai's spear, I'm a pacifist and a vegetarian! I just can't commit mass
murder in the name of learning.