Role

Chapter 4

Deiramor had always known what they fought was wrong. His time among the
brigade had only strengthened his conviction, and he remembered well his
Lord's council that he would be forged by his choices. But there were two
formative moments since his talk with Lord Korsgaard that had truely made
that understanding crystalise.

The first was when he had fought the Emperor. Strong, oh so strong in body,
but he remembered well the words of wisdom from those years ago. There are
two parts to strength: strength and body and strength of mind. The
Emperor's body was strong, there was no doubt. The horrors the once man had
put it through had seen to that. Yet the willingness to do those things to
one's self; to corrupt the very essence of what makes a person a person
displayed a weakness and sickness of the mind Deiramor truely did not
appreciate until then. So it was that he believed he finally understood the
essence of that lesson.

The second was when Maran Theorendus had declared his wish to visit the
Shadow Plane, to learn more of his people. Deiramor did not believe his
friend would find anything to raise his spirits, but the centaur was
resolute. So Deiramor went with him, for what Pathfinder would abandon a
friend to face danger alone?

The lesson he learned there was stark, and all the more foreboding for its
simplicity.

If the Light failed, this could be what Thera became.

So it was that they returned from the Shadow plane. Perhaps not with the
information in totality that Theorendus had been seeking, but with perhaps
something more valuable.

Resolve.