Role

Chapter 1

He was very young when it happened. His mother and father, simple
folk, living off the land outside of Voralia. Just off his mothers
apron strings, Vanedyl would romp and play as any rambunctious
youth would around their small homestead.

One such day, he was running fast as he could around the house,
head down, mimicking a small deer he'd seen earlier in the day.
Oblivious to his surroundings he barrelled into a man walking
up to the front door of their home.

Deep black smelly metal armor plate emblazoned with a large
Imperial Codex, the man stood motionless looking at the
front of Vanedyl's small home. He raised his hand a few moments
latter muttering words under his breath, a ball of fire streaked
from his finger tips. Vanedyl, still on the ground at the mans
feet looked on in horror and the fire engulfed his home. He
could hear the screams of his parents echoing out of the windows
as the glass shattered. They stumbled out onto the front
porch, where to the young boys horror, they collapsed in each
others arms, dead.

Looking down at the boy, the man grinned in satisfaction as
he said "Remember boy, this is what happens when you cross
the Emperor." And then kicked Vanedyl swiftly in the head.

Sweet blackness engulfing him, the Vanedyl's last memory
is a voice echoing in his head, a tiny, little voice...

"Blessed are the Lost, Vanedyl."