Role

Chapter 1

Returning to the orphanage, the proud youth trembled with rage.
Before the old knight he went, tears welling in his eyes, his voice
ever-soft but trembling still.
"Master Jaragh, I seek to be a soldier, to follow the principles
you have taught me, to spread these tenets you have preached to us
all these many years. The school for warriors has sent me away, for
I refuse to agree with the evil that place breeds... if your Lords have gone
from this realm to what heavenly Lord might I seek guidance from?
Has none taken up the banner of Honor, or of War, since the Lord's Cador
and Bolthrower left Thera?"

Pursing his lips, the old knight paused, and then spoke equally softly
was one, but he has slept for many years... recently though
I have heard his Clarion ringing high on the morning breeze. Perhaps
he or his band of soldiers has returned. Seek him out among the
Southern peaks, and listen closely for the sound of his horn. His name is
Vynmylak,"