Role

Chapter 3

Crying to himself within a cell Groakus held his frost bitten arm, it had
been a year and Amreton had done nothing but slowly torture the young fire
giant. Hours at a time would pass as he would sit the massive child down,
instructing him to simply remain still, when Groakus inevitably failed a
blinding shock of cold would emanate from the liches clawed hand and punish
the confused child. "You must learn to focus and control yourself, else my
time is wasted and you will die my young student. Your life is of little
concern, while time is but a memory to me I will not allow you to waste it."
The skeletal figure absent mindedly said.

All Groakus wanted was the swift stern backhand of his Father, he missed his
home. The strict simple discipline of Xerxus was something he understood,
even missed. The reality he now lived was foreign to him and frightening.
Years would pass, and lessons of patience would become more complicated.
Groakus did not understand and the goal was never explained to him, he had no
idea what he was being groomed for. Amreton was ruthless, cruel and maniacal
in his method, clearly deriving pleasure from both successes and failures of
young Groakus.

The young giant would grow as did his mind, trapped within a foreboding
quagmire that offered no escape. The pupil, having nothing to compare himself
to, was entirely unaware of his progress into areas of knowledge none of his
race had ever ventured. The mind of the giant was becoming organized in such
a manner as the Lich had never witnessed before within one of his kind. The
progress was slow an repetitive, but with intense formulaic study, guided by
Amreton, there was progress.

Groakus was prone to melancholy as he frequently lamented his Father and past
life that the Lich feared this distraction would ultimately stagnate him,
Amreton cleverly decided to form the study of Necromancy into a series of
tenants of faith. The brute clung to this faith and found purpose in
surviving further days, finally understanding on some level the only escape
was to learn what was set before him.

One day Groakus woke to find himself alone, his teacher was nowhere to be
found, much of the artifacts and various items he had become accustomed too
were gone. Fear of Amreton kept the giant in place for many days, it was not
until he was close to starvation that Groakus decided to venture out. Steps
beyond the enclosure he had lived most of his life he found a scroll with
directions to follow and instructions to deliver the message to one within
the city of Seantryn Modan. In a matter of days Groakus found himself
begrudgingly accepted into the guild of Necromancy. The guildmaster allowing
him entrance only after reading this scroll, written in some foreign script
unknown to Groakus.