Role

Chapter 3

Saam was a man of mediocrity, not being bad at much, but not being anything someone would want over any other, for any
reason at all. He was just a plain man, in a crowd he would be lost entirely, even if just among four or five people as
he was not ugly enough, nor pretty enough to even be noticed as being there. But he had a decent enough life in his own
fashion. He at least did make enough to support himself, and the rest went to prostitutes to curb his loneliness.

It was one of these prostitutes that ended that life, and started him on a new road. The prostittue had decided to inform
the authorities of crimes against her person, and the centurions had found him guilty and sentenced him to taking the oath and
a life of service, or execution. Well even though he had no great life, he had a life and did not want to die. He chose the oath.
With it he chose to learn of necromancy. Since he could not use weaponry, and could maybe show some skill at cutting a
steak only, saam tied himself to the negative forces taught within the necromancers' guild, that at least a man with
little ability could manage to do something, surrounded by all the dead.

He knew that would not be enough and was afraid, afraid of being seen as too weak and made anathema. He knew he would have to
find and invent ways of service that other great men were not doing, so at least in that fashion he would be as useful
or if not more than they to the Empire.

He became not just a recruiter, but with the bountiful recruitment, he became the recruiter for the Empire. Driven largely
to excess, in time almost all empirials living and oathed, have received the bloodoath from him, including those that
were planning to be magistrates, or in Urukubakas' case, not even originally following the ways of order before the oath.
He had went so far as to after a long period of time, steal a provincial magistrate from the spire, whose very life became
forfeit because of his betrayal, and serving a broken god.

He attempted the return of art to the Empire after seeing the museum having fallen to much disuse, save of course
the tendings of the elven Goddess, and once curator of the museum Daphedee. Fortune created a series of events in
which during the art competition, a great legendary being arose, a lich of extreme power who would become our new
curator and God, God Gaspare.

He was doing rather well as an Imperial Soldier, though alone within a sect, not enough to be noticed by many
but it seems, well enough as the only thing available, that he captured the gaze of the Unspoken God himself.