Role

Chapter 3

Her assimilation into society was not kind to her after seasons living free and in harmony
with nature. She went from foraging and collecting her food, to bartering the less desired
of her artefacts in order to purchase supplies. As time grew forth, her possessions began
to dwindle and Sunlay grew desperate in times of famine. With the gathering storms that
heralded the starting of winter, she made her decision to venture to the greatest city in
Thera and seek shelter amongst the commoners.

How times had changed. There was time in her former life she would have despised the stone
battlements of Galadon but as they drew closer she felt herself overcome with feelings of
relief. It was there she bartered her last artefacts - besides the infernal manuscript of
necromancy - and settled down in the desecrated shrine beneath the dark alley to weather a
cold, harsh winter.

And she welcomed it. Peace and quiet, time to focus herself on her studies as the constant
threat of death hovered over her like a shattered halo. But with the coming of the storms
came the uprising of the Outlands and a startling revelation. How she despised the ways of
the Outlanders.

How much she despised whom she once was.

The frequent raids and dwindling supplies within the city enforced famine amongst the town
and with the last of her currency traded for a simple loaf of bread, she was left with two
things. A need of employment and an insatiable desire to devour the Outlands. She pulled
her dishevelled robes tightly as she made her way through the markets and back towards the
mouth of the alley. A poster caught her attention, fixed outside the Slayer's Blade.

"Magistrates Wanted!" . . .

She read no further, the beginnings of a plan began to take shape in the forefront of her
mind and she could hardly hide her excitement. It would provide her with three crucial
things she needed find her ascension:

Provisions. Peace .... and live subjects for her growing magic.