Role

Chapter 1

Merciful ignorance followed a litter of felar raised on the shores
of the river erinin near Blackclaw village. One such felar soon learned
the merciless nature of life. Fishing and hunting was feast or famine
and the village healer was ever overwhelmed to heal the maladies
and hurts of the scant populace. The land was full of the privation of
War. The litter shrunk in size until there was just one scrappy tom,
with just one reaching a naming day in misery. Starvation, disease,
and the battles of the races of Thera took their toll on this creatures
family until one day, Hoishyrr took to scavenging the land to scrape
together coppers enough to avoid joining the litter fallen. One day
braving to go to Galadon to trade and sell, Hoishyrr was shocked
to see the difference in quality of life in the town founded by humans.
Everywhere he looked, he saw plenty and wealth. He saw food spoiling
in midden heaps. Envy, jealousy, rage, and hate sprung up where a
pathetic void existed. Upon returning to his hut, he began to despise
the lot he drew when he was born and determined to die in a palace.
Shame dug deep into his heart at the squalid, smelly, poor fort that
the felar seemed to accept as the pinnacle of their civilization.