Role

Chapter 5

He has personally set goals for himself that will likely see him ending up in
Ishuli's grand library. He has touched on her religion with his conversations
with the High Herald but has yet to take that plunge due to not understanding
and being short sighted with the Gods of Thera. They make him nervous if a bit
scared and intimidated. For example, here is an excerpt from one of his
nightmares:

Pierri smiles happily as he wipes down the bar towards the end of the evening.
Miisha sits atop her perch in the corner eyeing him critically, he gets a sense
she has been counting the different mistakes and mis-pours he has made
throughout the night. He sighs to himself and vows to study harder. He will
never find the Perfect Drink at this rate as he can't even mix basic drinks
without imperfections. Just then a wood-elf female enters the bar on a giant
wave of water, the water pours over him with great weight and washes him away.
The wood-elf is suddenly as large as a titan with an angry sneer and steam
pouring out of her nose and mouth as she speaks. It booms an order for him to
return to the bar. As he gets closer it gets smaller but it's visage turns into
something menacing. He cannot meet it's gaze as he draws closer as he knows
doing so would turn him to ashes immediately. He fears this wood-elf greatly,
and it screams at him in a foreign tongue and points at the bottles behind the
bar. He frowns and shakes his head, not understanding. She rakes her talons
across all the bottles on the top shelf and they fly to the far wall, shattering
on impact. She grins at him with several forked tongues escaping her mouth and
leans over towards the broken glass. She rakes her tongues over the pile and
greedily gobbles down the shards as a scent of iron and alcohol overwhelms
Pierri's senses. She uses her talons to mix a drink herself. It was a simple
drink, just orange juice and vodka. She is a wood-elf again and she is frowning
at him with remorse. She is holding the drink and shaking her head at him. She
points to the entrance of the Eternal Star without saying a word, she rips his
bar towel and any Herald related items from his person just as a giant wave of
whiskey and water pushes him out the door and onto the road. He looks up from
the side of the road and he's suddenly at a brothel in Seantryn Modan, tending a
broken bar as the scum of the world stare at him waiting for his mismade drinks
to fuel their sins.


Similar nightmares about the pitfalls of conjuration and 'forgetting' everything
he knows perhaps to follow in time. This was just a sense of the types of thing
that wake him up when he falls asleep studying.