Role

Chapter 29

Around mid-day the call went out but he was already on the move. He could
feel it, the sense of loss only conveyed by the absence of the ancient fetish
being in its rightful place. It left a sense of longing and small bubbles of
anger rose to the surface of his, usually calm, demeanor. Soon, he thought,
soon there'll need to be a fight to reclaim from those misguided fools who do
nothing but take.

Looking to the west, he began to transform. His boots and standard leathers
began to meld into his body. Feet elongating and his fifth toe simply ceasing
to exist as they became powerful, lithe, clawed paws. As his newly
transformed hands hit the hard-packed earth near the herbary, he took off at a
dead run, moving with a speed unmatched by near any on four legs or two, his
destination the North Road, the location of Raik's call for aid.

Rounding the turn at the crossroads skirting the city, he was a blur, moving
so fast that the guardsmen, armed with axes and pikes couldn't even swing
before he was moving out of sight. Along the northeast outskirts, past the
northern crossroads and onto the north road he almost flew. In the distance
he could see a rising cloud of dust and three figures within.