Role

Chapter 16

Attuned to the Light more myself, then before I
take a rare consideration of something I've known
my entire life.

The Fortress's greed has become overwhelming in
instances where the darkness I feel has found a
crack in their armor and spreads within.

My relationship with the Fortress these days are
better then it has ever been, and one whom has
sacrificed my entire collection of weapons and
shields, freely; I'd me remiss if I did not see
the lack thereof from the Fortress.

I sit and think within the Magistrate's Library
of the mistakes I made and how I continue to get
better; still falling victim to mortality and
short of perfection; even then...

Not even the Fortress is perfect. However, I've
also realized, that in the past; the most powerful
artifacts of the Light I've obtained throughout
my life, I've issued to those of the Fortress
of no charge and/or return expectations. Many
of them dress now with the things I've gathered
or obtained through my explorations and battles.

But there was a blade you see? A very and only
important relic of the light I ever truly valued;
an elven mithril blade that is cursed, found only
in the Dreamlands. This blade was in fact taken
from me by a Frost Giant of the Outlanders that
slew me while I was weak.

This blade ended up in the hands of the Fortress
and not too long after, transfered somehow by
the corrupted and chaotic Lyeeth and his bunch.

Considering I discussed this with them, I've been
met with resistance to return it. But that is fine,
they refused and rightfully so, they are quite
entitled to.

But as I sweep through the lands of various things
of the Light, weapon replacements or items that
can guide me through the darkness of the Spire;
none is available.

I work constantly to discern why?

To my surprise the Fortress not only holds the
most of these items, but also holds multiple in
excess amongst each member. Multiple, shields
swords, and some duplicates. The beauty of the
Blessed Divination.

Unwilling to part with even the duplicates, has
brought yet my concern for them once again. How
am I within a Spire full of darkness, so willing
and able to give my treasures to others of the
light such as Horridyl and Karnix....

And not even the courtesy for the same. I must
step back and consider how to move forward. The
abundance of the Light and it'se gifts are not
mutually exclusive with the needs of the walkers
of Light Vs what I consider not to be a more
Imperialistic version of the Light, as the Fortress.

Turn my hope from the Fortress and their charity
and looking for other methods to once again
spread the graces of the Light; I look to the
Empire.