Role

Chapter 5

Luck Favors the Bold. These are words that were etched onto the Dhrunkul
family crest. What the crest failed to mention was that luck may also be
the gift of the gods, and without that gift, disaster may unfold, as it
happened to Ghrunkel. Everything he did seemed to lead to a string of
misfortune. He had first attempted to track the Conclave, but not only had
they disappeared without a trace, his friends and family residing at the
Seaport ostracized him. Each time he tried stoking a fire for the forge,
a misty cloud emerged from the sea and put it out. Four-leaf clovers
wilted near him. First it was still-born bunnies, but then, it became
still-born children. Even the gambling den banned him from attending,
saying that he courted the Lady of Misfortune.

Many moons had passed since he lost his fingers. He could no longer roll
the die as he was used to. He had to relearn how to grip a hammer, but his
forgecraft and boat building skills were subpar at best. He had not only
lost his fingers, but also his skills and luck.

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"Ah farg it! AH'M COMIN FER YER!"

Ghrunkel had used all the wealth of the Dhrunkul family to no avail. He
was penniless and his family leaving the Seaport, spiting Ghrunkel for
the ruins to the family. The information that he amassed regarding the
Conclave was small, for the Seaport only had a limited network. He needed
more kin to support his revenge, to gather his fingers (in whatever
state they are in), and the luck of Lord Whiysdan.

With a grunt and a heave, Ghrunkel Dhrunkul has emerged from the Seaport
of Hamsah to set out on his quest. Luck will Favor the Bold.