Role

Chapter 3

Years had passed since the dust of Nvheshk had settled. Every few years
travelling merchants and adveturors would pass through the encampment
bringing with them stories of the grand cities they called home, trading
books and traditions of their own for pelts and exotic game. Enough so that
Karvesh maintained a small collection of books he read cover to cover, despite
not entirely understanding the words beyond what little the merchants and
scribes had passed along to him over the years.

Coming of age he had mastered the craft of scraping meat from the hides of
elk. It was time to venture out into the wastes, the gossiping merchants
spoke on occassion of disjointed bands of roaming felar just beyond the trails
and Karvesh had often wondered what remained of his tribe. Utilizing every
ounce of knowledge on survival he had honed he set off.

An arduous journey ensued, blazing a path through the sparse woodlands,
circumnavigating the storms and realizing he probably should have asked
those rangers for directions he found himself far far away from the snows
of home. He now stood in the middle of a dusty road stretching far beyond
all perception. Eventually some guardsmen took pity on him and escorted him
to a grand city to the west. He didn't regret it for long, actually the
encampment kind of rimmed a frost giant's ice-hole most of the year anyway.