Role

Chapter 1

*BOOM*!!! The sound was explosive and loud, very much like the sharp crack of a lightning strike and it
started Jutley Tem Russer awake. He sat up in bed, fuzzy from sleep and looked around for the source of
noise. Having seen nothing and the initial shock of the noise having faded, he got out of bed and noticed
something strange. His room was flooded with a pale green light, and why was everything so fuzzy?
Confused, he looked around at the ethereal scene and startled when he looked back at his bed and
noticed someone sleeping there. Thats strange. Who could that be? He didnt remember bringing any
tavern girls to bed with him that night. Whats even stranger was that person is sleeping right where he
had been moments before! Was that him? Was he dreaming?

As if reading his mind a voice answered from behind him, This is more than a dream. Spinning around
Jutley was confronted by a rugged, graying man past his prime. The man was dressed in furs, leathers
and armors and had the muscular look and scarred complexion of a warrior whod seen and survived
many battles. The man was quite fearsome, yet, for some reason Jutley did not feel threatened by him.

Who are you?, Jutley asked. Ignoring the question, the gruff warrior pointed toward the window. As
soon as Jutley turned to see what he was pointing at his bedroom scene seemed to melt away and was
replaced with a dim candle-lit room, strewn with books and various instruments carelessly left about. At
the far end of the room stood the figure of a hunched over, elderly man wearing long, flowing dark
robes. The elderly man seemed familiar and unrecognizable to Jutley at the same time. It was as if he
were seeing someone he knew as a child who had now grown into an adult and had changed over time.
Except in this situation, the unrecognizable traits were very dark and sinister.