Role

Chapter 5

They moved with their heads down, chained from ankle to ankle ahead of the supply
carts full of merchant goods from around the world. The caravan line was vast, stretching
over the hill and as far as the eyes could see. One cart carried spices from Hamsah,
another cart cuendillar from Seantryn, and still another troll-hide from the Wastes of
Nonveil.

To the untrained and unknowing eye, the path of the caravan carts seemed disastrous,
heading straight into the Sands of Sorrow. But there in her dream, Vree saw a much
older version of herself, not only lathered in riches from around the world, but wearing
a powerful insignia of the spire...and not concerned...but smiling as the caravan vanished
into the eastern side of the Sands of Sorrow only to appear via ancient paths on the far
west side!

At her side, stood a member of the council and the imperial scribe himself as the latter
took notes in his ledgers and charts, sharing Vree's smile and the Empire's rise to
power. The Empire was nearly the strongest the world had ever seen and with that, the
most chaotic elements of the world hid beneath their rocks. Those that were not chained
like those before them now. The councilor saw something halt, barked an order, and a whip
cracked into the ankle-chained criminals whose eyes rarely left the ground. A wood-elf
ranger with no fire in his eyes, a priestess who no longer touched her shattered
medallion of Lyristeon, and a fire giant warrior who seemed to hunch away from the sky above.

Criminals whose punishment had been served, these useless souls, had been deemed incorrigible,
once the terrors of the cities...repeat criminals deemed "Enemy of the Cities". The
changes she had helped push thru the Spire, had fairly scooped up such useless individuals
into the law's far reach and now order finally benefited as it should. The spire was
no longer just reactionary...but had entered an age of something more, something greater.

A Golden Age had begun, an Age of Order.