Role

Chapter 3

What came next is, is somewhat unclear perhaps most of all to Parzux. Two
hundred fifty years of work undone, two hundred fifty years of scheming,
lying, cheating, killing... to get his eldest son on the brink of becoming..
all to see it undone by the inept son he should have killed at birth. That
was all that the old duergar Baruut could rant about. He must have made the
same rant in front of Pazux's cell at least a hundred times over the last
twenty or thirty years that Pazux spent locked up in a cell under his father's
personal dungeon. Merciful thing would have been to kill Pazux, but neither
the duergar nor his father were known for mercy. Some days he came in, and
lashed him to the verge of death... some days he just came in and slit Pazux's
throat. Only to have a priestess nurse him back to health so he could suffer
a worse fate the next day. Some days he'd come himself, some days he send
others to the work for him.. worst days was when his brother's widow would
come. She came with one purpose, punish.. sometime the punishment was direct
and took a surgical angle.. other times she would bring her minotaur slave for
his fun. In the last two decades Pazux had taken enough minotaur seed to
create a small bovine nation.. and this wasn't the worst of it.

Then one day... it all just stopped. For the next five years the only people
that visited his cell were the slaves that brought him food and when the smell
got bad enough... emptied his chamber pots. It was not a pleasant existence
but it was at least an existence... perhaps one that hardened Pazux more than
anything the last twenty years had done to him. Solitude is a terrible thing,
even to evil little dwarves like the duergar. When he had all but given up
home, his father came to him and offerend him a terrible bargain. One that
changed Pazux's life and the terrible course it seems to be running so far.
His father, harder than most duergar and just as calculating.. could care
less that his eldest was dead. He was furious about the investment that had
been ruined and it was the investment that he wished to be made whole on. His
father had personally witnessed his son's unbridled hatred and the rage that
drove him.. and it took him the last thirty years to come up with a way but
the craftly old duergar had done it just the same.