Role

Chapter 12

Since the Immortal Lords of Empire reinvigorated Hoisshyr, he sought
to make himself more useful for the Empire. To bring in Citizens, to
succor those that went to the front lines for the Empire, and for
the ever present battle of retaining the Codex for the Emperor.
The burns on his body faded, and his fur began to grow again with the
Renewal of Spring.
The frequency of his battles did not lessen.
The battles were often seeds planted to grow doubt and envy and hate.
The giant Mojabosombo offered the "Pollen Free Choice."
To join the Outlanders to some degree...to cast off the shackles of the
Power of Civilization. Why should Hoisshyr doubt the Empire?
It WAS Power..and yet, one simple Cloud Giant had stood against it.
Narzas..a psychotic assassin for the Dark Lord Morius, cursed with
tremendous purpose. Often appearing when he was least wanted, and
Managing to offer his victims as a sacrifice to his Dark Lord,
He whispered treason to Hoisshyr. "Why sit on the Throne
that weaker men of have sat upon?"
Hoisshyr's entire existence had been one moment of envying another
to another moment of envying someone else.
He had sought the Empire to gain More power.
He did covet the Throne.
But the ends that it would take him felt little different than now.
Twice now, two beings more powerful than he made him question..
"My Life for the Empire?"