Role

Chapter 35

Quanhest, where did it disappear to, was it too much for the Sunwarden and
Nightreaver to be so, effective in thinning the heard of the enemies of
Thar-Eris?

Of all who have come and gone, Mae thinks of the crab-lady the most. They
hunted together often, too often in the eyes of many, for how could someone
pure of heart, almost admire the darkness within the gnome-hating human?

It was simple, the Nightreaver was all that Maeneekoni chose not to be.
Maes murderous tendencies have subsided for a time, for when she was a but
just a Warden, the Tree was just a shadow of itself, Mae felt she needed to
hunt as well as tend to the saplings.

Now she has seen a few Nightreavers, all falling woefully short of what is
expected of the rage of Thar-Eris. Mae feels the tug of the bloodlust in
which she was baptized, but the Loss of the her murderous tendencies keeps it
at bay, for there is no need to return to the past, for now. But the brighter
the Sun shines, the longer shadows cast.

Blessed are the Lost