Role

Chapter 8

As it would turn out there has been no shortage of entertainment now that I
have involved myself with these Heralds. What wretched creatures, sniveling
and afraid, defiant and close lipped. Truly I cannot think of one of them
that I wouldn't wish to strap down and slowly open up with my beak, letting
him or her watch as I peck out entrails and organs while they scream. That
being said, I have attempting civility lately and I have been researching in
the Lyceum.

Initially I became curious about the consequences of being involved with a
plan that eventually DID free this Arvam from his plight. Would the gratitude
of a God not go a long way towards my own goals? Could he be convinced to
assist me with my own? So in looking for information in the Lyceum I found
several texts linking him with places such as the Silent Tower, it became
apparent that in his mortal years Arvam had the same hunger and desire for
knowledge that I do. I even learned where his Mansion once was, and I visited
there with the High Herald. I convinced her to throw rocks at the windows and
break them, it was apparent as well that the Mansion was unguarded, yet we
could not enter. Magic. Oh to be the first to pillage and plunder that place
with all its artifacts, tomes, and treasures!

And yet..the Lyceum experiences put something of a tug on my spirit. It is
hard to explain. Typically there is a cold void in my chest, I expect it is
the place where love, happiness, excitement and such things go. Ever since I
learned about this Arvam, it has been pulling me back to the Lyceum. Reading
and researching more about the God himself led to something of a connection
between us. The tenets of his faithful were not demanding or overbearing, no
rituals or uncomfortable flagellation. Entertain yourself, entertain him,
cause sparks and stirs. Take each moment and devour it, make it your own. Is
this not what I have been doing? Am I not on the lips of crowds and creatures
every day? Surely even if they hate me they have been granted purpose in that
hatred, the anti-hero creates more shaking and moving than the hero who
allows everyone else to sit in idle comfort and safety.