Role

Chapter 1

The drive and desires of Gods and men seem to differ little from eachother as
the enchantress has shown me, though the comparison can be fickle at best
there are destinct similarities. My most recent experiences are a scramble of
activity. My strength grows with my age and my voice, although I still care
little for my own power, these new vibrantly evil songs of seduction greatly
add to my ability to completely erase the joy of others. I am almost tempted
to search out more power for myself to further my intents of ripping
happyness from the world, none deserve it, but with power comes corruption
and my intents may be seduced away from what needs to be. I have not so much
studied and learned in the traditional sense about the scions of the chasm,
whom I am now apart of, and the varied Ccul'gra as much so as I have felt and
stumbled through the process. Acting on instinct alone with the shadowed
creature sifting through the darkness as a fish swims through water. I came
upon an elf, a priest by trade, whose gods and prayers would not save him
from the strength of my voice. I let the songs that make so many weep drift
upon this elf from all sides, and he began to grow uncomfortable, fearful,
lost and confused, finally he nearly gave up hope of life as his nightmares
came to life. So caught up was I in the revelry of bringing mental anguish to
this one that I scarcely noticed my 'companion' and its utter delight towards
my abilities. Only now as I sit and let my thoughts wander in random
contemplation am I positive of the darkness' total satisfaction in the elfs
fear and sorrow, the satisfaction mirroring perhaps an obese sultan's delight
in his food and drink, or his women. They have also reacted towards some of
the simplest of my sound manipulations, on occasion I let anger show, for it
must find a crack to vent at times, and rarely when I vent I almost whistle
sharply into the air, I have done this since I was a child and learned that
if this pitch was held long and loud enough glass could be broken through
mere sound. Mere sound I say, but I have proven that sound can be as strong
as any blade, stronger than most. The creature of night shifted suddenly
closer to me, I could feel something unseen prying at my self loathing and
expressed emotions of anger and when I turned this nightwalker as the masses
refer to it was slight inches infront of my face, seeming to be concentrated
on my mouth and mind in turn. I am confused and warry of this, and have
experimented very little with it since, though eventually the answers will be
uncovered through deliberance and fate driven instinct I have no doubt.