Role

Chapter 1

"Daddy" says Kooxmow, "Tell me the story again about the kraken!".

This was a common occurance in the household that Kooxmow grew up
in. He was always so interested in stories of giant beasts, but
specifically great magical giant beasts. Creatures of ill-repute
and of sheer magical nature and outlandishly powerful. The stories
he was told by his mother and father always involved a hero hunting
down these great magical beasts, slaying them, and showing once
and for all, magic creatures were no match for the hero.

Sometimes the magical beast in the story was a scary, evil mummy.
Sometimes they were great shapeshifter beasts that seemed all powerful
but somehow someone took them down. Others were anti-paladins so
filled with souls that their mere touch slew many, but yet somehow
the hero took them down.

Kooxmow was always a physically weak human. He was bullied in the
guilds and so he was a loner. These stories spoke to him in a way
where he wished so hard to be them, the hero. He wanted to be liked
and to be the subject of great stories and songs. He wanted to be
the one to slay terrible magical beasts.

This overwhelming desire manifested itself into an overblown
reality for Kooxmow. When he joined the ranger guild (since no
other guild would take him since he was such an introvert), the
isolation of the profession caused his ideas of grandeur to
enhance. Add on top of that only the mariner part of the guild
would take him, he spent endless hours on the waters, alone,
dreaming of his greatness. He was weaving his greatness into
his reality, and soon it solidified to be the truth.