Role

Chapter 4

"You must be faster Jumbel" exclaimed Tiltaan. He swung his learning stick
at my face as I attempted to parry with a pair of axes. "Trap your
opponent with the edges!" he insisted. "That's it, now bring it down
over my head!" he yelled. With a scream of rage, I used all my strength
an executed an overhead attack. "Good, good!" he applauded. Tiltaan had
always encouraged the use of axes. He was convinced that my overly large
svirfneblin stature qualified me as the greatest axe wielder of our race.
Truth be told, I was fascinated by their shape. As we ended our daily lesson,
I sipped on my canteen and gave him a sharp salute.

It was an ordinary day, perfect for my daily walk down the Holy Cavern. I
secured my axes to my back, and walked quietly down the cavern row. I smiled
as I placed my hand on a bear claw chiseled into the damp cavern wall. It was
reminiscent of my more youthful days. As I walked further down the cavern,
I heard a barely audible chant drifting from that old Rift Chamber.
Walking somewhat stealthily I approached the chamber with caution.

"Tgeven'ah reegard ut'mun everscen" whispered the cloaked figure. The
incantation was whispered repeatedly and methodically as he sliced the neck
of a wild turkey over the Rift's bloody altar. A demonic gurgling sound
echoed throughout the chamber. Nervously eavesdropping, I adjusted each of
the twelve stone roses secured to my belt.