Role

Chapter 3

Years passed, Tanyl moved to Voralia and apprenticed himself
to the guild of Paladins there. His back story complete with
a crest of a noble house in Darsylon, and a lineage that dated
back millennia, he was readily accepted.

Nicolette though, sensed something. Seeing the shroud of
something laying over the man, she took him in, but a close
eye had to be kept. Something was not right.

Walking down the street one eve, Tanyl felt a presence behind
him. Walking softly, almost in total silence, he could feel
them getting closer. It came then a whisper in his ear...

Words, strange words, meaningless to most any who heard them,
but the key turned. Tanyl's face changed then, a mask of
controlled rage fell over him. Gone as soon as they had come,
melting back into the shadows, they neglected to see the two
following in phoenix marked cloaks. Grabbing Tanyl by the
arms they pushed him into the corner of a building, and
with a quiet prayer, put him into a deep sleep. As he fell
to the ground, they continued to pray. His body stiffening.
Tanyl moaned in the forced sleep. The two continued to pray,
a dark mist rising from his body, into the night.

"Its done, said one of the figures. As much as we can do as
it were. He will hurt, both in body and soul. But he will
heal. We must watch him. He was the first, but we are sure
he won't be the last. Take him back to Nicolette. He will
have questions when he comes to, she can start with the answers
she has, and then we will return and counsel with them both."