Role

Chapter 7

Alendross sits at the edge of the pool above the place he was born. But his
mind isn't there looking at the reflection in the pool as his body does. His
mind is back days past. "Maeneekoni has been cast out. Maeneekoni will be
hunted until Ergush deems" he hears his Ancient say. A deep pang hits him in
the stomach at the memory. His mentor. His oldest friend. He remembers
rushing across Her glorious wilds, searching far and wide for the betrayer.
Walking onto the island of Lord Rahsael, he found her locked in battle with
her dark shadow, Zorellaia. She turns, looks him in the eyes. And smiles as
she drops her hands, and Zorellaia's blade strikes true. "It couldn't be
you." For some reason Maeneekoni felt Alendross was the most pure of the
Outlanders. Fighting for Thar-Eris more than himself or any other thing.
After a strange time stuck on the island Rahsael granted Alendross his
freedom, having seen the Loss that was pitting his stomach as he looked
mournfully at his friend as she faded from view.

Now Alendross is at a crossroads. He studies Her ways, listening to Her
instincts and feeling Her guidance through the weather, the wilds, and his own
instincts. This has left him... hollowed. Somewhat. He is more guarded, and
more pained. Sorrow a closer ally than he has ever known. All are free to
serve Her in their way. All are free...