Role

Chapter 8

My path is beset by those who would see me fail. Darkened by those who
would pull the wool over my eyes and become someone or something I am
not. Blocked by those who would see me dead. My beacons though? My
beacons are far greater in number. They are my friends. My family.
Graile, Morgedekai, Mezont, Corlx, Becaid, Pamalynn, Lero, Djanek, Galon,
Saersha, Velanthiriel, Panaver, Airwe. And every time I think I've found
all the right signs on my path... Captain Neltouda teaches me something
new.

I am sorry to say that I do not feel the same loyalty to the Lord of
Archons that Deaer does. I cannot do as I said and become a Priest in His
name. I can however, show others the same mercy and protection. Perhaps
not for the Lord of Archons, but because my Spirit wills it. It is part
of who I am to forgive and protect. I merely got greedy with magic and
allowed my own motives to blind me from doing the right thing in the
first place.

But if I ask myself what -I- want... My spirit bids me to remember the
sacrifices I've made to even see myself where I am now. I want both to
protect, and to serve my companions. Were I to select a single school of
magic, I would honestly say Transmutation would be my magic of choice,
given that I could -be- as I do.