Role

Chapter 1

*Illustrated in a small mosaic lies the picture of a devilishly evil looking
creature holding the translucent form of a soul in one hand and a flickering
stone in another*

Awaking from a restless sleep Dregvoshan found himself in audience of the
Ancient Trickster... Shocked at the sight of the deep blue imp Dregvoshan
listened quietly as the conspicuous looking character informed him that he
felt drawn to his presence. Dregvoshan concluded that the Ancient godling
felt the torment of his own formless soul, knowing the young priest wanted
the touch of his blessings.

Of course the power the Imp bestowed within Dregvoshan came with a price, a
price almost unbearable with immense pain and confounded emotion. The Imp
taking Dregvoshan's flickering gift plunged his hand within the swirling
depths of his soul and with a simple kiss forged it with the stone. Now the
burden was complete and the priest now had a since of direction and new found
conquest.

The unwavering chain of thought that haunted his mind was gone, he knew now
what he had to do. He must feed the pain as the Imp had uttered, feed it and
it may grow and when it can be controlled it would bring great power from the
suffering of others. And so the trial began Dregvoshan pushed forward
bearing the bane of his existence the tortured feelings twisting his mind
further and further into insanity.