Role

Chapter 13

Alarum bells constantly ringing herald a call to arms at the Palace.
Whether defending the Standard of the Empire at the Palace or
striking to return it, the War Master often found himself embattled
from waking to sleeping. He considered much of what he was and
what he could have been. The fell assassin of the Chasm had left
an indelible imprint on him in his way, and so, too had the cloud giant.
He considered this, and his desire for Victory and what it meant
to yearn for the ability to charge in and win the day against all odds.
The appeal wasn't necessarily more power, though he could not help
but admire Mojabosombo's and Narzas's prolific fighting prowess.
Despite being enticed by both to join them, he could not leave his post.
He was bolstered in his place all the more by an audience with
the Emperor where the War Master's recommendation saw Grakkus
raised to the Imperial High Council.
He did not feel like he had shifted the balance in power in the land,
but he knew at some level, he was a bulwark for young Citizens, and
a constant thought to the foes that resisted the marching of the
purpose of the Empire.
He had outlived many a foe in his time, but knew there was coming a day
his spark would be snuffed out, as all are. He did his best
to balance duty, danger, and certain death, but that his time was
coming to an end.