Role

Chapter 2

Wandering along the broken pines and rutted trails of elk he found himself
among the desolate remnants of decay in the far reaches of the border. Pale men
of immense stature lay stagnant, perfectly preserved within the frost, streaks
of red heralding the tale of their recent demise. Men, women and child alike
lay barren before the unmarked cairn of frost slowly entombing them. Shattered
hafts of pine and fir littering the field, sickenly familiar to his own heart.

Though the clan had never truly saw eye to eye with the encampment it seemed
some solace to the lingering terror haunting his mind, a soothing balm to the
wounded soul he bore. Bandits and thieves they were, nevertheless extended their
hand to a child of kin torn from his mother's bussom so young.

Within the encampment he traversed his adolescent life among its denizens,
growing fond of the day to day endeavors throughout blossoming feelings he
had never imagined. It was different here, a strange sense of routine crude as
it was prevailed as the days went by. All players upon the stage had an act
to perform. For Karvesh, timid and scarred by traumas of the past he found
fulfilment not in raiding as most of the pact, reminding him of his own tragedy
but instead hunting elk, trapping game and skinning the meager harvest of sparse
nature. In this way he found contentment, broken only briefly at times by the
chaos of feuding introspective of primitive societies.