Role

Chapter 2

The journey began quietly, and Yanus began teaching Rarhari the power of
prayer. She taught him how to connect with the divine and that if his heart
was pure, he would always find an answer. Rarhari struggled, but found
himself slowly learning to focus on the goodness of the lady.

Still quite quiet, he himself mostly listened and watched as Yanus preached
to the people she encountered. Loved..and hated, she was constantly watched.
Rarhari realized his duty would require great focus. Men in drab black cloats
boasting a sigil of the codex would
appear and vanish into shadows often, watching her progress constantly.

Their journey first took them to Galadon, where they went to meet with the
local temple for guidance. They were told fragments of knowledge they found
speaking of an ancient artifact found in a nearby network of caverns.

They traveled to this place, and mired in the undead they proceeded and
collected a shard of some blade. It was unknown what it was for, but it
radiated holiness. They proceeded to continue on their journey, finding a
hilt of a sword in a spider's lair.

The battle there was fierce, and Rarhari, nearly perished of powerful
poisons. His life was saved by the efforts of Yanus and the mercy of Lady
Baerininka.

Weakened and exhausted, they proceeded out searching for the next piece of
what they now believed was a great weapon of the light. They proceeded to the
dark city of Udgaard with great caution. They would need to speak to the
oneheart people about a legend of theirs.

They camped on the outskirts of udgaard, choosing to wait until daylight to
proceed. They had another talk of the teachings of Baerininka. Rarhari,
struggling to understand what truly made something pure.

Yanus always smiled and often giggled at Rarhari's overly simple questions.
He had such an innocence about him. She told him she would explain more
later.

This was the last conversation they had together.

That night, they were ambushed by the imperial shadow sect. Rarhari did all
he could, but in the end, he was cast aside by a superior force in battle.
They murdered Yanus and burned the campsite.

Rarhari was left bleeding, a foul wound in his back. Mired in anger and
sorrow he wept for his sister. She opened her eyes briefly and spoke to him,
stroking his face. All she could find the strength to utter was "Live for
both of us now Rarhari." before she died.

Rarhari consumed with rage and sorrow found he himself on the brink of death.
He almost decided to let himself die. Then he remembered. He knew he must
act. He did the only thing he could, he prayed. His prayers were answered and
motes of light healed his wounds
and enabled him to continue.

He gathered the artifacts, which remained pristine despite the flames that
the imperials placed upon them. He carried them, heading into the wilds with
the onehearts.