Role

Chapter 1

Far below, beyond the eyes of men, there are are no second
chances. The Underdark is cold and cruel.
Cizertikh was very young. While with his father in the streets of
Teth Azeleth, for a bit of fun, he darted around a bend. Knowing
his father would be quick to pursue he slipped through bars and
into a cavern. This was a mistake. Three shapes rose before
him, goblin slaves. At his age each he was outmatched.
Tackled, he felt its hot breath before it bit into his face. Cizertikh
tore away but his cheek was gone and blood burst from the wound.
A hand was on his shoulder and he looked up to see his father. In a
flash he was thrown back into the goblins. Fists came crashing down.
He felt his shoulder pop. Small and wet with his own blood he was
not easily held down. He slipped away and found himself upon a
sewage drain. He squeezed through.