Role

Chapter 1

The giant paused, staring at his palm. He saw it, even if no one else
seemed convinced. He saw the sign, imprinted upon his hands, mirroring
each other. It was an omen. It was certainty.

It was the Tailed Star. Upheaval.

The resistance beneath him brought back his focus. He knelt with one knee on
the neck of the prisoner, this emissary sent from Loch Terradian, and leaned
hard. The other fire giant patrollers stared in astonishment at his brutal
disobedience. They did not like him, the jailor of Kiadana. No one did.
When King Rah makes his order though, wanting the prisoner alive, they obey.
But this one doesnt, not all the time. They rushed in, shoving him aside to
preserve the last few breaths of the stormborn.

The provocateur rose to his feet, emotions swirling about. It wasn't just the
rage, the spite, which marred his face now. No, it was deep, unsettling
curiosity. He looked at his hands again and grinned.

This disobedience proved the last straw. Despite his formidable potential,
the unreliable and chaotic tendencies were too much. Mormeth was excommunicated
from Kiadana, unwelcome in the Kings halls ever again.