Role

Chapter 2

As the years passed, Tummel's prison became a home. People would come and go from
all over Thera and he would learn what he could from them. He had a close knit
group of inmates that looked out for each other and eventually became respected
and feared among them and the rest of the population. He became as well educated
as one could get in prison and was eceptionally gifted when it came to the skills
that are called for in such a place.

They came before dawn with madness intheir eyes. Some bureaucrat had decided that
the relative isolation and low-profile of this island was better suited to hold a
Harbinger of the Tree than the Sultan's conspicuous, but well fortified, prison in
Hamsah. Well, the Outlanders are a crafty bunch and it doesn't take them long to
find their own. Why they only sent their wizards is unclear. What is clear is that
no more were needed. The "wizards of the wilds" as they are now known to the
prisoners who survived, wreaked the kind of destruction that only those unburdened
by civility and burning with unbridled rage can muster. The prison was no more. Not
even the island on which it sat survived. When they were finished, they took
surviving prisoners back to the mainland. Tummel tried to treat the wounds of those
he knew, but lacked the tools and expertise to save them. The wizards would not
help. Though they would have liked to see them drowned, for some reason, they
seemed obligated to ferry the inmates to shore. Tummel could see the sprawling port
as they approached shore. So much had changed.