Role

Chapter 1

Many moons have passed since Balete first found refuge inside
the Tree if Ancients. Time enough to erase the embellishments
of civilization he had acquired during the travels of his youth
leaving exposing the crude boy raised amongst wolves that that
had always lain dormant within. Many streets have burned and
blood of the hated townsfolk has been spilled, but the fury that
drove him to his destiny of destruction rages unabated. As he
walks the deepest forests and delves into the darkest of caves,
his conviction that all of civilization must be razed to the ground
grows ever surer. How else would all sentient being recognize
that the things for which he had been ridiculed like beauty
wealth and lineage have no meaning? In the state of nature
the only things that define oneself are one's conviction and
strength. In the broken speak that he had come to adopt,
Balete pledged himself once more to the ancient spirits of
Thar-Eris to reduce all of civilization to a pile of smoldering
ash and return the state of primordial savagery.