Role

Chapter 6

Many more years have passed and to Grakkor's great frustration few of his
goals have panned out. The most substantial of all these frustrations is the
apparent neglect from his lord Morius, Grakkor seeks many things in life and
one of those is a lofty position within the Church.

Yet for all his prayers, teachings and dedication only once has he spoken
with The Almighty. The shame of dedicating one's life to another to be
completely ignored smolders within Grakkor, for where once he knew only
dedication, a deep seated anger has also set in. So much so that Grakkor had
considered turning to a lesser divine for the attention he deserved, the Lady
of Deception whom he had felt a slight kinship with during his time at the
Village.

On his latest trip to the Church however he met one named Riettlor: a Drow
who proudly bore the mark of their Lord. He set Grakkor a challenge: to
return with a trophy he is proud of and a failure.

Much of Grakkor's other pursuits have ended in frustration too. He has not
been able to regain access to the Inn and his entrance into the Empire was
heavily delayed. As a result, after all his decades of commitment, living
amongst savages, he is still only a lowly ranked Shadow. This lowly title
angers him to no end.

Since leaving the Village, Grakkor has also taken more pride in his
appearance and his abilities. He does not dress like his subordinates, who
cover themselves in the rarest and most powerful armour. Instead Grakkor
takes pride in his ability to destroy them in comfort and the latest fashion.

As Grakkor's skills and abilities have improved, so too has his outlook on
warfare. Grakkor sees regular combat as beneath him, detests getting blood on
his clothing and avoids direct conflict as much as possible. Instead he
prefers more sophisticated methods of destroying his enemies, whether that be
through traps or binding them up for another to do the dirty work.