Role

Chapter 2

What a change. The life of the storm has truly taken Faeghn now. He lives to
inspire others to be better individuals, be they friend or foe. He attempts
to live his life to its fullest and always push onward, no matter how rough
times can get. He was hoping that by now the village would be in a better
place, and is dissapointed that he hasn't been able to motivate the populace
to fill in the huts, but keeps his hopes up for the future. He tries not to
do anything half-assed, he fights as hard as he can, and he pushes himself to
his own limits and beyond, often falling in his attempts to destroy what he
still believes will be the worlds undoing. He attempts to respect his
enemies, and face them with courage and charisma, bringing a positive image
to the village war. When he is discouraged it is fairly obvious, these stormy
moments are usually short-lived but can prove to have an impact on him, often
shaking his faith in himself and his beliefs.

When he gave himself to the storm he had no idea how taken he would be by its
physical manifestation of divinity, Neltouda. At first he only heard rumors and
whispers of her, then he began to research her crew and beliefs. He brought a
gift to her at an inn event, and was disheartened at the image portrayed
therein by her crew as well as her public face when dealing with them.
However, though he had given up on that aspect of the storm, Neltouda wasn't
done with him. Faeghn saw her, at first, as a weak fop, incapable of leading
his spirit to newfound heights, frilly, and full of merriment and jolliness
and little else. When conveying these feelings, however, he evoked a side
that he hadn't known existed, a powerful and furious chaos that came from the
very heart of the storm. He tested her will, battering and butting until he
was a writhing mass of spikes and electricity, strike after strike after
strike. Here he found a will that matched if not surpassed his own, here he
found inspiration to strengthen himself and fight harder, a new respect for
the divine. Here as well, he found love. He, a duergar, found love. A deep
seated, unsettling, fear inspiring love that shook him to his very core. What
does it mean to love a God? To live and breathe for the moments shared
between each other? How does he show the feelings that seem so unnatural? The
feelings that if voiced would make him feel a lesser being? Where is his
murderous intent and history? Why does he no longer enjoy the murder of all?
Mages, yes, but he used to kill for killing's sake. In giving himself to the
storm, he has inherited much of the storm into himself. The badness
associated with most duergar seems to have been washed away, the inherent
wickedness and evil intent drowned and purified for something better. He
doesn't like to reflect on these changes, and he doesn't speak of them.