Role

Chapter 4

Larkiio, who was still get used to his new name, travelled far and wide. Through the swamps
of Ysigrath, the desert sands on the southern continent and the eastern mountains defended
by the noble Storms. His travels weren't without mishap by any means but as with all things
what didn't permanently kill him only made him stronger.
He even searched beneath the waves, although with that incident it likely warned him off for
some time to come.

And all that time he hunted for those of a wicked soul. It was difficult at times, they seemed
most elusive. But eventually he began to track them down and his skills were tested in battle.
By the time Larkiio defeated his first foe he was already well established in his guild, his
training although he felt was rigorous on the Loch, was nothing compared to the reality he now
faced. If once he had thought himself skilled in the warrior arts he knew now that to be a mere
fiction.

Of the famed Fortress, Larkiio saw little though he was blessed with words from the Cardinal from
time to time, and that always boosted his spirits. And the honored Captain of the Brigade took time
to speak with Larkiio where they talked about their pasts. It seems he was not the only one to lose
his family at a young age. Unfortunately a theme far too common in the lands.
Speaking to the Captain though opened his eyes further to the wickedness that was abound, and
afterwards he set out on the hunt with renewed strength and purpose.