Role

Chapter 4

I have worked hard and in turn earned a hut within the village of Battle,
many years passed from the time I decided to join them and their war against
magic in Thera and the actual killing of a mage. During this time I learn
patience. Patience with the chaotic nature of the world, the war I fought and
with myself, failure would be something I had to embrace and learn from, not
be defeated by its momentary setbacks. Small victories began to mount, in my
training and skills as a hunter. It was this learned patience that I would
later translate into the monks teachings of the whispers of the great siege.

found myself alone at nearly every turn, weeks passing without seeing
another's footsteps in the village. I had not entered into this war lightly,
nor for friends to sit around a camp fire and trade tales with. I gave myself
to this war to heal the knowingly corrupt, the ignorantly infected and all
else who stood against the Village.

One day I awoke to find myself named Drillmaster of Battle, no prouder moment
had I experienced. No words had been spoken, no questions asked of me. I know
I must prove I am worthy of this position that I have been allowed to occupy,
this weighs on me daily. I have begun to formulate ways which I can fulfill
my duties to the Village, I revealed my first plan to Lord Verathi it seemed
to have been received well.

I see my place as Drillmaster as one may think of a smith working with a
masterfully forged weapon. I do not seek to destroy what is and rebuild it
into something entirely different, but to hone and refine what I find within
each of our current and future villagers.