Role

Chapter 4

His father had spent the better part of the last five years counting down to
the nearest copper, all the efforts he had spent getting his eldest into the
position from which father expected to profit. Not just the coin, but favors,
murders, bribes, threats, his father had put together a blood ledger for
Pazux. And step one was to go to the surface, away from the enemies and the
reputation he had built for himself. His father told him about BoltThrower
and others that hated magic as much or more than he did. Their unending war
and the perpetual chaos they wreaked on the surface above, among the ranks of
not just the magi, but the cabals and cities in general. Pazux would become
an agent of this chaos, the price of his freedom was to give into a constant
state of strife as a battlerager. Once Pazux had joined their ranks, he would
be an instrument of his father to use as he saw fit. The old duergar dangled
a carrot of freedom in front of duergar, while binding him to a life time of
servitude. If the Pazux turned him down, the only thing that would break the
perpetual solitude would be the visits from his sister-in-law's minotaur.
Faced with this choice, it was not surprising that Pazux took the carrot and
set upon the path ahead, one that took him to the surface. To make sure that
Pazux understood how serious his father was about their bargain, Pazux was
dragged kicking and screaming back to his cell three times. Each time into
the not so loving arms of his sister-in-law and her minotaur. His father
wanted Pazux to understand that no place would be safe for the duergar, if he
broke their deal. Last time was a full six months after arriving at the
surface, after having enlisted in the warrior's guild, his father's agents
still intercepted him and brought him home to remind him of the bargain.. and
of the minotaur.