Role

Chapter 13

It was strange. Vaskal had always tried to project a sense of unshakable
self confidence in himself, but there had always been those doubts. Those
voices that whispered for all his growing power, it'd never be enough. That
he'd never achieve the fame he so craved, and that there would never be
stories about his prowess. One of those voices was his constant companion
quite often, typically when Vaskal would say something blasphemous about
stupid Zurcon. As the Star Chief talked about doing famous things and being
worthy of stories, of trials and plots, Vaskal began to truly believe. He
could be great. He could be special. He could be famous!

He would pass this trial. He'd come up with a plot. There would be fanfare,
and boldness, and all eyes would be staring at him while the Cadre stole
everything that was nailed down.

"IT IS EVERYTHING THAT ISN'T NAILED DOWN!" raged Trizoth, blessedly ignored
as always.

Was Vaskal loyal? He thought about that for a while. He always tried to be.
Maybe his former associates would disagree, but Vaskal had never meant to
cause problems. They'd just had different expectations and goals! He
remembered how he'd felt betrayed by the herald Fwalboani when he'd turned
on him to help the paladin magistrate. How furious he'd been in the moment.
Yes, Vaskal decided. He did not like traitors. With that complex piece of
self introspection resolved, Vaskal decided that loyalty was a good thing,
and so Vaskal would be loyal to the Star Chief.

Course set, Vaskal departed to plan and plot.