Role

Chapter 1

Somber stillness permeates the atmosphere with only a few insect and
amphibian calls heard in the distance. A low packed mist slowly drifts over
the sodden moor and even in the height of the day, little sunlight makes
the difficult journey to breach the heavy growth of the canopy. Deep within
these western swamplands resides the intriguing race of people known as
Saurians. Among their Sra (life) and Weh (death) tribes are some of the
best and worst beings to grace Thera's bountiful lands.

One such clan amongst the Sra are the Napakal, loosely translated to
"Claw of light", and so named a millennia ago in an incident involving
saving the lives of several prominent high elves. Krauf is the twenty-first
in the line that continues to bare the surname. However, unlike those of
his ancient ancestors, he does not walk the path of a true healer. And,
although he does hold the tenants of life and the Sra in the most high
regard, his beliefs have been influenced by a more modern blending due,
in no small part, to an incident involving his grandparents.

To all within their small village, it was a day like any other. However, it
came to their ears softly and from a distance. Droning, slogging, in a very
distinct and dragging pattern, the pattern repeated again and again and
grew louder as the minutes passed. They were called to upon their arrival
but no response came outside the same melodic drudgery's increased
volume. Soon, the figures in the fog and mire became apparent. Moving
with their lopsided gates were four ragged looking men and what
appeared to be a walking skeleton with only a few bits of flesh covering its
joints.