Role

Chapter 40

Mae is beginning to understand, between her sorrow fueled madness and push to
make Thar-Eris a reality. The Reaver, Shaman, drow, is her nightmare and
dream. Everything she wants to be, but cannot be, the strength and weakness
of her elvish heritage, the pride and disappointment of her parents, her Lord
is truly wise. She looks upon the Reaver, pride, disgust and perhaps jealousy
permeate her thoughts. Did her dream become this, should Mae cleave with her
ever bloody axes, skin it, and carry what is left as trophy?

Let fate decide, for this is the age of Chaos and Savageness, and the
Sunwarden, the Light in the Darkness of Despair, the Priestess of Rahsael has
done her part.

Blessed are the Lost