Role

Chapter 5

Soon the Hall was a mess of bloody vomit and writhing bodies.
The venom of the dreaded cave viper was enough to kill the
young duergar outright but his elder brothers were merely
frozen in silent terror. His father was still mobile, limping
from son to son, gasping for air.

Sindrir did not think he just acted. Walking to his father he
reached down and pulled his father's sword from his sheath. He
then staked his three surviving brothers in front of his father.
Velger made a lunge for him but Sindrir easily evaded it. The
sprawling Velger crawled to his make-shift throne and pulled
himself to his seat. He looked up to see Sindrir standing before
him with the sword: "My son." he said, with a smirk. The first
kind words he had spoken to Sindrir would also be the last as
Sindrir sunk the blade deep into his father's chest, cutting
through his black heart. Velger died on the Throne of his House,
just days from reaching the Throne of the Kingdom.

Sindrir turned and saw the women of the House and a few servants.
He pulled his father's corpse from the chair by his beard and
took his place as the patriarch of the House of Hraesson. He
looked at one of his father's wives and said: "Well, wench. where's
my dinner?"