Role

Chapter 21

Jhelruk rubs his throat with his left hand as he is in the
middle of combat with one mace. He lets out a small cough
in an attempt to clear his throat before shouting a feeble
warcry. His forehead begins to crease as his eyes stare into
the distance deep in thought. After an extremely brief period
of time he utters the words "That must be it!"

...

For Jhelruk none of what has happened is his fault, how can it
it be his fault he is awesome! The simple thought that perhaps
he has made a decison that is just completely off base just
cannot be so. Instead for him its a consiracy, and the best he
can come up with points the finger of blame directly at the
Fortress. Likely for him they have all been quacking in their
boots and over a recent tea and scones "down tools" ... Well
down tools one really cant use that term if weapons never leave
weapons rack! ... over a recent tea and scones all the time
everytime event! They all discussed how terrified they all were
of the man who could scare them with a warcry about fluffy bunnies.
So much so the entire Fortress had sworn off rabbit stew for
the rest of their lives just incase part of the stew reached up
and tore their face off!

Jheruk would not be surprised if children across Thera soon lost
their stuffed bunnies as part of a Fortress community program
to "Save the children!"

So the only logical reason is they have been praying and praying
and praying "Please Immortal Lords! Make Jhelruk less terrifying!"

...

A smile crossed Jhelruks lips as his incredible and ofcourse
completely onpoint thought process comes to its conclusion.