Role

Chapter 5

A grizzled looking Dwarf hobbles into the ruins of the ancient Village.
Heavily armed, scarred and bearing a silvery-white beard, this elderly Dwarf
has seen plenty of battles in his lifetime.

Curled up in a massive ball, cowering before the throne of bone, sits a young
Cloud Giant. He shakes uncontrollably, eyes wide as he stares vacantly at the
ghostly battle raging around him.

"Yer alright there, laddie?" calls the Dwarf. The young giant does not
respond.

Stepping in front of the giant, the dwarf waves a meaty hand in his face. The
giant's expression does not change, eyes still staring into emptiness, not
even acknowledging the Dwarf's presence. Letting out a deep sigh, the Dwarf
examines the giant closely. He's not surprised, the ancient village is a
powerful landmark, its power drawn from a milenia of war, hate and death. For
one so young, feeble minded and suffering from the Violet Spider's curse, it
is no wonder that his mind was broken.

Reaching out gently, the Dwarf takes the Giant's hand and pulls him to his
feet. Together they slowly leave the village, the giant providing no
resistance to the Dwarf's guidance.