Role

Chapter 1

The slow thrum of dull pain coalesced into a solid pressure of pure agony as
awareness swept across his consciousness. A haze of light filtered through
closed eyelids as pain eventually forced them to crack open. The sunlight cut
small rays of brilliance all around the large stone room. He forced himself
to move his head to take in the large stone statues around the temple, then
swooned from the effort as blackness rose to swallow him.

A soft ambiance, the evening setting sun, and chanting praises to someone he
couldn't quite make out. These are what he found when next he woke. Night was
almost here, he realized as thoughts of shelter and cover seemed to be the
only important things at that moment. Struggling to his feet, he fought of
swirling dizzyness as he took account of his surroundings and his situation.
He was in a large stone temple, statues of what must be dieties all about
him. Above him rose a large winged statue, the light of the settings sun
running along the floor up to the very foot of the statue but stopping there.
Shadow filtering down from the ceiling covered it's head so that he couldn't
quite make out the old weather worn features.

Sliding silently from dark patch to dark patch the man made his way through
the desert streets of a silent desert city. It was quickly growing colder,
and the need for protection from the elements was becoming necessary for
survival. All he had on him were the worn clothes and a makeshift blade made
from broken bone. He quickly found that it was increasingly easy to use his
talents of silence to find remote way into the back of the inn. Here he found
a small storage room to sleep in, until he could figure out who he was.