Role

Chapter 2

Nevertheless, he was horrified when, having created his performing
art, or arguably textile art, or was it concept art, he was summoned to
report to the guildmaster of the anti-paladins for his next lesson.
What in the nine helkls had he signed up to while ogling that fetching
half-drow in the gi that left little to the imagination? Could he
really have ticked the box for Anti-paladin lectures instead of Art
lectures? What orc turd thought it was a goid idea to put things in
alphabetical order instead of grouping similar disciplines together?
The latter would have meant that an inattentive student was still
doing classes remotely appealing to himself! Resolved to use his
family connections to address the situation, and hoping it wouldn't
get back to his parents, he circled around the Academy (not for the
last time!) to attend the AP guildmaster.

Unfortunately, the guildmaster made it very clear that
he didn't care about Mommy and Daddy, and gave Larnu several lashes
on his back to ensure the lesson wasn't forgotten. This didn't have
quite the desired affect though as Larnu couldn't help but notice his
welts in the mirror and admire the intricate pattern that the
guildmaster had created. Peehaps being an anti-paladin wouldn't be all
bad. It might even impress his parents, which is something he hadn't
ever expected would happen. A fusion of magic and brawn could please
both his mother and his father.

It also occurred to Larnu that the appeal to art was thst it gave a
window into the soul of the creator, and even, sometimes, the subject.
How much more artistic would it be if the material used was the essence
of souls itself? This, coupled with the fact that that half-drow hottie
was passing by the door to the guildmaster's office, convinced him that
perhaps he was on the right path after all. This training would
enable his art, rather than stifle it!