Role

Chapter 2

Everything went dark for a moment. All of the sudden, up was down, left was
right and inky blackness was broken only by points of light swirling around
him. He did not know for how long he fell, or floated, or whatever it was he
was doing. After some time, he began to hear voices, muffled at first and
distant, like they were behind a wall or on the other side of a rushing river.
Soon, he began to recognize the voices. It was all three of his brothers, but
he could not quite understand what they were saying. As the voices grew
clearer, so did his vision, things began to stabilize. He was still somewhere
dark, with only points of light to be seen, but he began to feel stable, like
he could contemplate up from down again. As what appeared to be forest started
to come into focus, he was able to make out a few words from his brothers.

"Ancients. Ritual. Lost. Help." The words were the only ones he could make out
even though there were more. The rest he could not understand, the words never
came in the same order and they were in various languages, many that he didn't
understand. Finally, his feet were under him, there was a clearing in front of
him and as he stepped through it, the voices stopped. He noticed movement to
his left, just a bobcat. There was a small stone tablet with some writing on
it, but Teithiwr ignored it. Things were quiet, and the clearing was
unfamiliar. He searched around and found a tunnel, when he came out the other
side, he was in an herbary. A small women in a druidic robe looked at him and
smiled at the bewildered look on his face with understanding. "Come dear, I've
got just the thing for those wounds, and I suspect I'll need to explain what
happened."