Role

Chapter 3

Not long after returning from Udgaard I learned that Commander
Findlebisk had retired from his position as Village Commander and a
new rites were to be held. So replying to Lord Kastellyns note I took
my place within the villages rites of leadership. Within the few days
after the first of our village passed away, It Began with Brogg. Brogg a
long time friend of mine whom had achieved his final title died his final
death not to be reborn, which came as a great loss and mourning spread
throughout the village. Next was Wakachacha also a great loss and the
only gnome I have ever met that in a dual that could defeat me with his
hands. Although the greatest loss by far was my closest friend, Miradur
whom not even achieved his final title, but I believe him truly to be a
legend in my own eyes. Miradur was much more than a village defender
to me, he represented what I sought to make by brethren into, a battle
technician whom would not stop pushing himself just as I, to the brink
every time. Each of my brother villagers played some part in my training
and helped me prepare for the upcoming rites, though with their deaths,
their memory lives on as fuel for my own life. Soon after their passing I
rededicated myself into an even more strenuous training and learning
alone regiment, pushing myself to the brink many times over again but
always coming back for more. Within the next few weeks the rites were
to be held but one day while I was training a passerby happened to call
out my name. I was walking back from the past along eastern road and a
man following a wagon stopped me. He said, "I am known as Draylok
and I was a student of your father" feeling slightly hesitant I reached out
to grasp his hand looking to his forearms I knew that it was true. He told
me that my father had met a challenger for a dual for control of his
school and he lost. He and I spoke a little longer and he said "you
should go visit again soon for your fathers sak" but before he could
finish I had took flight and was making my way across the fields to Tar
Valon. I reached Udgaard in a little under a days flight, still slightly
winded I raced to the school. Once inside the classroom was a clutter all
of the students performing the same maneuvers countless times, as
mindless zombies. Their trainer was standing at the front of the
classroom calling orders, so I decided to go introduce myself. About
three steps away he said, "I know who you are and youre not welcome
here any more." Staring at him in amazement I asked "On whos
account?" in a sudden rush to his feet he said "MINE." Over in the
corner of the room my father stood up he said, "It was a fair match and
he wo" before he could finish I stopped him and we went outside to talk.
He told me not to interfere and that the new wave of Udgaardian forces
werent to be taught the way of shadow fighting as we were, that it was a
new age and new teachings of mind and body were to take over. I talked
with my father a bit more and convinced him that he had to make a
change, that both modern and new teachings should be practiced not out
with one and in with another. We re-entered the school together and
made an agreement with the new Captain that if I won in a match against
he and his selected trainers the old ways would be taught. Annoyed I
agreed, and we set up an arena with all the students gathere