Role

Chapter 2

Tzarve now had quite a number of white marks on his body. Scars made from
impaling's from the most unholy spear. The spear wielded by Chuta, the dark
mage. For years Tzarve has been obsessed with killing Chuta. Quite a number
of the souls in Chuta's spear was from failed attempts. Tzarve was able to hold
his own against the Dark Knight, but could not prevent the magical escape.
Tzarve would only die if Chuta landed the awful spell that puts one to sleep.
Tzarve had time to think during his meditation period. Though he did not set
out to learn to meditate. Tzarve spent weeks waiting in places like the shadow
grove, mountains towards the planar sanctum and organia to surprise Chuta
with his flail. Unfortunately Chuta never came, perhaps bad luck or perhaps he
underestimated the mages ability to predict his trap. This quiet time was useful, the
meditation would provide Tzarve further control to his aggression. Tzarve hoped
he could switch his berserk rage on desire, rather than by impulse alone.
Chuta has been killed. Tzarve has mix feelings, above all, he wanted the dark knight
to be destroyed. But he also wanted to be to take the spear from the corpse himself.
Tzarve left with white paint on his scars and no knot in his beard over this damn mage.
With the death of his nemesis, nothing in his way, Tzarve will advance to the pinnacle
and continue the war!