Role

Chapter 5

As Soviatos sat huddled in his imperial guild, he dismissed the guildmaster
so he could "meditate".... but what he really did was prepare for his
"awakening". To truly embrace his role as the herald to the coming Elder God,
he needed to play the part of a true High Priest. Shredding his robes,
tangling his once nicely combed hair, hunching over and feigning weakness,
Soviatos begun rehearsing his crucial part in returning true despair back to
the world of Thera.

As High Priest, it was important that he was not only feared for his
lethality but on his impact on the hearts and souls of the world. It was not
just him that you faced, it was the coming doom for all of man.

In his booming and prophetic tone, Soviatos roared at the mirror in the room.
"Am I not one of the Aryl'Khur! Am I not the Chosen to herald the awakening!
Has not the Nightmare of Other Worlds commanded that the YOUR SOUL will slam
into the Gates of Silence!" Getting louder and louder, he began to yell at
the top of his lungs "In the moment I rise, you will get a glimpse of my
radiance and then be annihilated as venom fills your body and in that
moment, HE WILL AWAKEN!"

Frantic with the outburst of noise, the guildmaster returned with a pair of
centurions. "High Priest, are you ok? Is everything alright?"

With his most devilish grin ever, Soviatos turned and became the madman.
"Forsake false hope for a better life, shaman, for I HAVE AWAKENED!"