Role

Chapter 3

As Bilgritik neared the surface, the crevice he followed opened into the
depths of the Academy. Weary from is journey, yet livened by the Song in his
heart, he leered carefully around each and every corner. Where he came from,
was fraught with dangers, many of which he was blissfully unaware of. The
Song of the Earth lulled duergar to slumber, and led dark elves astray. It
lead him wearily around clouds of spores, deadly to even the heartiest of
Thera.

But it was here the Song eased in his heart, to a faint whisper, and his
sense returned to him fully. It was here he saw the wonders of Thera in
Murals and in texts, tapestries, and other ornamentations he learned of the
political battles waged upon the surface. He learned of many oddities that
would seem commonplace to any Overlander. Trees, he never saw stand upright
before, only upside down in their tendrils reaching ever deeper. Leaves were
a new concept, as before only fungal colonies inhabited their deepest
branches.

It was also here he learned of the religions of the Surface. Before the
Spheres of Thera he found his calling. He knew that Nordiach called those in
his image to be shapers of the world. But it was also here that he found
another Ancient, one awakened that also urged the world to grow, but instead
of through the base upheaval of minerals, but in the living world. It was now
that Bilgritik decided, that perhaps this Ancient would give him insight into
the meaning of the Earth's Song, grant him perspective on Nordiach, and find
his calling in Thera.