Role

Chapter 4

Faulkren feels a lot of guilt about not being strong enough to protect the
last egg of the A'krei. It drives him to be a stronger warrior, to work hard
and incessantly, to win.

The warlike traditions of his people were such that fighting was a part of
daily life, sparring was common and disputes were settled by blood. This is
near the core of why Faulkren worships Lord Akresius. Combat is something
comfortable and familiar to him, a piece of his home and heritage, both lost
now.

Going further, the struggle for survival is very important. A fight to the
death, yours or your enemy's, requires complete attention and concentration.
It is in this moment that all of your training, your hard work, your
reflexes, are tested. It is also a beautiful moment, it enraptures those who
share it, mingling blood, and blinds them to everything else. Distractions,
fears, worries, desires, memories. Feelings of guilt that remain with him
with every waking moment.

Faulkren often stops by the Arena near Galadon to heckle those who go to
watch the fights, and the fighters themselves. The former for being too lazy
and fat to bother fighting themselves, and the latter for whoring themselves
out for the entertainment of such creatures. Fighters in the arena to do the
art of combat what prostitutes in Hamsah do to the art of lovemaking.