Role

Chapter 2

I was born in a vast desert waseland where food was little and water was
rare. The sone of a hunter, I soon inhereted my fathers traits and job as
I came to age. Adept with most weapons, I could track and find anything I
came across. Hunting in these times was as good as my tribe had come to
expect when things seems to slowly turn sour. The unique climate of the
desert is everchanging, and it seemed to now be changing daily. Our water
holes ran dry, and the game we feasted upon seemed to slowly dissappear.
It became the decision of the tribe to move until we found a more livable
place. We came upon a suitable place at the edge of the jade mountains,
warm enough where the waters ran in streams from the mountain tops and the
deer we so desperatly needed to survive ran in herds of hundreds and even
thousands. All seemed well until.......

I awoke and there was a strange haze about the morning. The sun was barely
coming over the mountains and there seemed to be a red mist covering the
lands. I should have taken heed to these unusual signs, but food had to be
found for the tribe. I gathered the hunting party and we proceeded into
one of the valleys near our camp. As we traveled I can remember smelling
something burning, but I couldn't get a fix as to what or where it was.
We traveler up the valley until it broke into a high plain. Upon the plain
we saw a sight that still remains fresh within my mind. An open field of
death...charred remains of the deer we needed to feed ourselves. There was
have dead animals writhing in pain as they burn to death, and all around
the plain the red mist seemed to grow thicker. Before any of us could gather
ourselved to assess the situation, an explaination somewhat presented itself.
A great wave of flames hit the rear of the party, vaporizing nearly all that
were in it's path. Then a seperate wave hit us from the front. I took a jolt
from the force and was thrown to the side as the rest of the party felt the
pain of fire. The last thing I can recall before I blacked out was a voice
almost chanting, "Nazaroth." Then all was dark.....
I woke in a dark, dry chamber that was seeminly empty. As I began to move
I noticed that my arms and legs were shackled with very strong chain. Almost
Imidiatly after I woke, a voice came from nowhere. "You are my slave giant
I have been waiting for someone like you," said the voice. Astounded that
I could sense no apparent origion for the sound, I squinted and looked harder
into the shadows. Again, I heard the voice, though I couldn't decipher what
it had said. Almost the second he spoke, I noticed a bright ball of fire
appear in front of me. It seemed the powerful magics I had only heard wispers
of were true indeed. The ball hit me in the chest and I fell, unable to move
as my flesh burned. Then, another mutter from the voice, and all was relieved.
As I lay there, barely able to move, I felt my wounds heal and strength
return to my limbs. It appeared that I was some sort of training dummy
for this unseen wizard. I am unsure how long I was captive, but my best
guess is.....years. As time went ont, I found myself able to take the brunt
of more and more spells before my puppeteer allowed me to heal. It seems
that I was building a slight resistance to the spells. Soon I could think
through the pain, remianing calm and keeping a clear head, when I found myse