Role

Chapter 7

When I look up from the bottom of the cliff amid the rocks and debris I see
the path that I walked to get down here. The old me would have jumped and
hoped for the best, hell would the old me have even stopped to look, probably
not. That life takes it toll though,my bones creak a bit more, and I notice
not as much spring in my step. But my steps are still sure, and firm.

The Island is progressing well by my standards, much young blood has entered.
Hell enough young blood that I feel like a grandfather watching out for my
little neighbors children, but they are truy grown and doing well. They will
make a strong core for when the banshee's finally take me , for my life is
not one to be spent in quiet solitude to die in bed of old age, my life will
end with blood on the ground, and sounds of battle in the crimson wind that
floats above the battlefield.

The seeking of the Chalice progresses as all things do that are to be earned
or learned, slowly but at a steady pace. A winged Cherub spoke with me and
told me to stay my path, that I was walking true and avoiding to many Cliff's
along the way. THe breath of crimson wind that blew around me when they came
to touch my head was enough, I grinned a bit but then returned to what is
true to my life. My skills are progressing with my age as the should, mistake
I learn I attempt to not make twice, and any flip of the coin I try and make
land my way but as in all things we can only contunie on in the pursuit of
what we love and cherish.

Matintok