Role

Chapter 3

The very next morning, Melya Arun'otyl's body was found. The builder she loved
was found a level below, apparently pummeled to death by the Zrynk'Alyl. He
was labeled a criminal, caught running from his crime of murder by the city
guards and punished accordingly.

It was a simple explanation. Believable. All accepted it, it would seem. All
except Elokhi. He knew his sister well and knew the love she felt was true.
She was not murdered by the boy she intended to marry.. no, his sister's
killer was still out there, somewhere. And no one was looking for who it
might be.

Elokhi wanted to act. He wanted to do something. But, little more than a dozen
years out of the egg, what was he to do?

As always, Elokhi looked upwards for answers, to the Gods above. Perched atop
a boulder in the sky Shrine, Elokhi prayed for guidance. He prayed for a sign
of some kind. Looking east towards the rising sun, Elokhi saw statues. A
Phoenix and other mythical creatures.

He gazed at those strange statues as he asked the Gods of Light for an answer.
What should he do? As the question slipped from his beak, Elokhi found
himself locking eyes on the distant Paladin's guild. Within, for the first
time, Elokhi caught the briefest glimpse of a statue - that of the great Lord
Shokai.

He was an Arial of legend who never sat quietly by, who never allowed an
injustice or wicked deed to go unanswered. He would never be afraid to act.

Elokhi knew then that he had his answer. He could not be afraid to act. He
must do what was right, regardless of the cost. Regardless of the risk.