Role

Chapter 9

High atop the Eastern guard tower, a Galadonian halberdier sits watching the
tree line in the distance. As the sun sets a figure darts out from the gate
below towards the woods down a narrow trail. The figure was low and fast on
their feet and the flapping of an animal skin on their back almost gave the
illusion of a wolf or jungle cat being whisked away by the neck.

"There she goes again," said an archer coming from behind the halberdier to
peer over the side.

"What do you think she does out there?" Said the halberdier.

"She goes to feed of course," assured the archer chuckling to himself.

"I swear, that thing is too dangerous to be cooped up in here with us, I've
seen how she looks at the moon when it's full," suggested the halberdier as
the two turned back from the side of the watch tower.

As the figure disappeared into the thicket of trees, crows and other birds
suddenly jumped from their perches and became airborne as a shrieking death
cry came from somewhere in the distance. "Quit yer snivellin!" bellowed a
voice.

The two guardsman whipped their heads around back to the tree line only to
see the cloaked figure return to the gate carrying a very noticeable bloody
red scalp.

"I'm beginning to think whatever that is, isn't justice, John," said the
archer.

"She's a cruel beast the Provost hired and nothing else, however effective
she may be, you've got to admit, at least it's happing out there to keep the
peace in here, right John?" Said the halberdier. They were both named John.

The two Johns nodded to each other as one grabbed a bucket of water and
rushed downstairs to wash away the blood trail.When the halberdier returned
he suddenly remembered something he overheard.

"Say, John, don't tell anyone I told you this, but I was on special guard
duty with her last eve and you wouldn't believe what I saw," said the
halberdier.

"Let me guess, a walking ghoul Emperor offering her a position to train and
lead her soldiers?" said the archer "You've really got to fasten that helmet
better, you've taken too many blows to the head to remember that I was also
on special guard duty with you last night and I saw the whole thing!"
exclaimed the archer playfully punching the halberdier in the arm.

"Ooof! John! That's where that damned wildcat bit me! Now who is forgetful!"

"Ah, sorry John," said the archer looking suddenly sheepish.

"Anyways, she won't be our problem anymore if that happens," said the archer
fiddling with his bow like a single string guitar, " and I heard they were
planning to make her Vindicator too."

"Vindicator? When has there ever been two Vindicators?" Said the halberdier
thumping his halberd against the floor to the rhythm of the bow string.

"When has there ever been two Johns?" said the archer plucking his bow.

"Well that's not the same thing, now is it?" Said the halberdier drumming
away.