Role

Chapter 4

As years passed, Gruzweeg grew within imperial ranks and his guild.
He now has a separate cell in the Palace with a huge bed where he can
sleep anytime he wants to. And one day he tried to do so...

... Acute sound spread over the Palace. The huge Palace gates crumbled
into dust almost as if they were made from brittle clay. A few remaining
citizens who were not fast to hide were running in panic. "Intruders!
Run for your life!". A line of invaders quickly advanced forward to the
altar decapitating a few hopeless defenders. A booming storm giant
voice reached Gzurweeg's ears "You can't hide from us, Gzurweeg!",
a squeaky elven voice assisted "Come meet your fate, filthy duergar!".
Gzurweeg jumped from his bed in panic, grabbed his armor and rushed to
the other entrance as a powerful force transferred him right into
a circle surrounded by the invaders. Later, he could not even recall
any of unspeakable things that happened to him there, the only thing
he remembered were beautiful blue and green eyes of elves and storm
giants peering at him. He didn't even know how he managed to escape...

... He was sitting near a wide road and licking his wounds as a band of
muscular warriors rushed past him. Suddenly, they stopped as they
noticed him and yelled "Hey, look! This is Gzurweeg! More blood!". And
again, all those unspeakable things that happened immediately have no
place in one's mind. But their scarred angered faces and spiked clubs
he remembered well, especially one gorgeous cloud giant who sneaked
from behind with a huge polearm. There were no escape and he thought
he was already done as a winged nightmare swooped down the nightly sky,
grabbed him and carried him to a shadowed place. A hissing voice from
behind a nearby tree whispered "Finally I found you, Gzurweeg! Your
fate is determined!"...