Role

Chapter 4

Fire giant watchmen drag Alrion through the Eastern corridor of
the volcano, stopping before a black stone door to the south. The
watchmen wait a moment with an uneasy look on their faces, before
opening the door and unceremoniously tossing the prone form of
Alrion through the opening. Turning they pick up the pace hoping
putting distance between themselves and the black chamber beyond
the door.

...

Tohr leans over the prone form of Alrion, a small dagger better
suited a gnomes hand is held gingerly between thumb and forefinger.
The size of the weapon seemingly a polar opposite to the malevolance
contained within it. Not an ounce of light escapes the blade, its
presence more noticed due to the absence of something where the
dagger lies. Tormented screams follow the void of the dagger as
Tohr moves it with a practiced hand, precisely, piercing points on
Alrions body, wrist, hand, and fingers. Before he stands with a
wicked grin across his face.

"You are mine!"

As Tohr places the small dagger back into the folds of his midnight
black cloak, the light in the room begins to return from its hiding
place.

"GUARDS! This one is dead sink him to the bottom of the ocean."