Role

Chapter 2

Rorhus, as the son of a fish merchant had to spend his time on
the boats themselves. Going out and getting the needed fish to
be traded. He enjoyed his time as a sailor and fisherman but
still dreamt of the time he could be much more than what he is
now. He spent many young years on this ship, either on the lake
or the rivers nearby, or even journeys to the Sea of Despair.
Endless hours, dreaming, and wondering and hoping for an
adventure, and then at home, watching and learning the ways
of the hero from the plays he watched.

A year before his last birthday to become his own storm giant,
he was asked to go on a long fishing voyage to the Open Sea
and the Aryth Ocean. Not overly excited but something different,
Rorhus accepted the placement and spent the next year fishing
the Aryth Ocean and the Open Sea.

Little did he know that this trip would change his life. For
one day on the Open Sea, as Rorhus was the only one awake
on the fishing ship, pulling the midnight route. The nets
caught something, and something big! Rorhus quickly sprang
into action, as he was a truly seasoned and well trained
storm giant of the seas. Without waking any others, he pulled
the massive load up to the ship and onto the docks. Out of
the water came.....

A massive Commander Aboleth!

A dead one. Rorhus screamed with fear! His loud yell rousing
all that was on the ship. As they were scrambling to get out
of their captain, Rorhus panicked and even though the aboleth
was dead, he took a harpoon from nearby and stabbed it drectly
through the skull! He struck it over and over, to make sure it
was dead (it was quite dead before it got into the net). Out
of the cabins came the rest of the crew, only to come upon a
scene directly out of one of the heroic plays Rorhus loved
so much!

There, on the deck of the "Sea Spray" fishing ship from the
Loch of Terradian, stood Rorhus, the hunter of the greatest
evils known to storm giants, the aboleths. On that very deck
in the middle of the night, when a Commander Aboleth attacked,
Rorhus was there, harpoon at the ready to combat it. And
combat it Rorhus did, slaying the usually overwhelmly powerful
beast with one strike of his harpoon. Standing over its chilled
corpse all the sailors and fisherman saw Rorhus, the Great!

Let us say that Rorhus did not do anything to dissuade them
from that opinion, and so from that point on, Rorhus felt
and tasted, and lived, being a true warrior of the Light.