Role

Chapter 4

How could this have happened, he wondered. Never before had the voices been so
faint, their presence been so hampered and solemn. This must be righted he
thought and began the arduous task of separating himself from the cities and
towns so he could once again begin to hear the voices that he'd held so dear.
They weren't all bad, he'd tell himself but then the thoughts of those hallowed
voices ceasing to call or even loosing that connection to them permanently
would spring up and set again the path going forward.

The first step that was in store was departing the cities and towns confines to
the best that he could, avoiding sleeping and resting in the inns and getting
back to the caves, forests, and wilds that he'd ventured through on his
journey. If he did pass through them, they were brief stints and mostly to
study, sometimes to hunt but not because of the perceived comfort because it
was that very lie that not so long ago began eroding his link with the elements
and had brought the voices to only faint whispers of their former selves.

Although he still felt the need to learn about these places, he began
developing a distaste for them and slowly regaining his more wilder past
experiences. With this renewed vigor his quest to find a lord like himself was
renewed and he discovered some stories about the Lord Jormyr, the lord of
para-elements himself. The bringer of storms, war, and destruction would be
his chosen patron and in the time to come, he looks forward to exploring his
magical endeavors to find him, learn more of him, and continue the path down
the wilds.