Role

Chapter 5

On his travels, he came across many creatures that he had never
before seen or heard of. There were strange winged creatures that
flew, but were not birds that he had ever seen. There were massive
humanoid beings, twice as big as a normal human, strong as ten
men. And yet there were these short, stocky being that looked like
little children, with beards. He soon came to learn about these
creatures and what they represent, with their individual
idiosyncracies.

The arials were fast, quick, and agile, but fearful of water and
lightning, and were an inpatient lot. The giants were strong
beings, not very smart, but they knew what what was in their
hearts from birth. Yet the svirfnebli, looking like little
children, but wise as the earth, and sharing great affinity for
it. This insight led to this nagging feeling at the back of his
mind.

'He's a half-breed!' echoed in his thoughts.

Half-breed? He found himself starting to agree with that label. He
was nowhere as smart as the drow, or as light footed, and he was
nowhere as strong or hearty as a human. He fit in nowhere. Where
did he really belong, and what did he really represent? Was he
just another existence, another accidental by-product of Fate's
twisted sense of humour?

What does it mean to be born of a drow and human, raised by Treant
druids, taught by serpents, loved by an elf and taken in by the
Refuge? Doubts start to fill his mind, as he wondered about his
purpose.