Role

Chapter 13

Azhelak went to seek advice from the Spearmaiden on his quest. He was finding himself doubting
his plans. The darkness that was a part of him, of all the Tul'vharun, was his main motivation
in life. It was made him the hunter he had become. He sought vile blood and found it not out of
a sense of duty, or even rage, but rather out of necessity. If he did not feed this curse he was
apt to do something horrible to people he cared about. If he were free of this powerful catalyst
would he be the same man? Andira did her best to put these fears at ease but ultimately he knew
it would be his Goddess who would provide him with the proper insight to do what must be done.

However, upon greeting the Spearmaiden he found an unfamiliar figure in the Misty Ruins, that of
the Caller of Ancients, the Mother of the Cycle, Amaranthe. Fearing that he had angered the
Ancients of the Sun he stood momentarily awe-struck, but was soon greeted with words that the
Ancients had chosen him to lead the Wardens into the next cycle. Humbled and honoured Azhelak
was quick to accept, however at his Goddess' wise direction he poured out his soul to Amaranthe.
Speaking openly (for the first time) about his love for Andira, his hatred of the Reavers (and
even a few Harbingers), the weight of his curse and hopes for a better life for all Therans.

This honesty was met with understanding. Amaranthe told him that Auldr had begun a season of
strife and she understood that Azhelak must continue it. And so Azhelak the Mistdweller was
named Sunwarden of Thar-Eris. The felar of the deep wilds who lived his entire life thinking he
was cursed by the Ancients now carried their blessing.

Upon Amaranthe's depature Azhelak spoke about his affliction, his doubt for a cure, and about
Andira to the spearmaiden. In her words he found the resolve to cast aside the chains of these
urges. The hour of his trial was near, and for the first time he was at peace with this.