Role

Chapter 2

Khorat sat still in the dim lights of the war room. Screams echoed as
fortress pressed their way into the palace, but for now it seemed outer
forces held firm.
It would change, khorat thought. Soon they would press in
and spill blood on the palace floors. He knew he should rise and prepare, but
a moment for himself was nice.
Much has transpired since he left his little
village. Everywhere was full of activity, Khorat himself out of place. He
never felt the urge to scramble as others do, seemed to much effort.
Joining the Empire seemed easy at the time, palace close to hometown and other
members to aid in whatever is needed. but now something else as surfaced, an
ambition awakened if only a spark. A thought formulating, a goal so ever
closing in. if Empire ruled all, things would fall into place. No surprises,
no events out of place. The further he rises the more can be demanded of
underlings, and if Empire ever stretches further..for those high enough
everything will be served. Yes, ambition exists in Khorat though tempered by
wits and laziness.


A crash and scream echoed close as fortress members pushed into the palace.
Is time to smash, Khorat thought and rushed out to strike at the elf heading
towards the council. As he was obliterated by prayers he briefly wondered if
he should take the effort to prepare for these raids more, but then all went
dark and thought was lost.