Role

Chapter 2

Time passed, fleeting memories returned though they largely created more
questions than they answered. His name was Jeede, of that he was sure, though
he didn't know where he came from or who Jeede really was. His physical
talents never seemed to have left, he was able to move silently, fight with
the agility of an elf and strike with precision that only years of training
could have given him. But none of this was a certain answer for who he was,
only a string of possible clues.

After time he attempted to enter each of the likely guildhalls, and found his
acceptance with the guild of assassin. They had his name on their roster, but
could tell him nothing about himself. Like all the rest of the guild of the
assassins, admittance isn't granted based on ones history or association only
on ones possible skill.

His dreams were varied, and at times they were filled with visions of
worship. Dreams showed him many things, light filtering about angels though
this was combined with pain. Robed men walking in line chanting while
carrying candles and books. Kneeling people surrounding golden altars, all of
them seeming combined into a joined communal congregation. A sense of
entitlement always seemed to fill Jeede when he had these dreams.