Role

Chapter 3

Finding no escape, Mormeth turned to more provocative pursuits to see beyond
the walls of his jail, or at least find relief.

The vistani kept unusual, forbidden psychedelics from the lush swamps. So
the giant consumed.

His pursuit found his spirit projecting at the edge of Veran.

Visions soon coalesced, of decaying fruit waiting to be plucked, of tormented
and grossly large plants withing on the ground, and creatures buzzing in the
air, seemingly sentient. Words echoed from within a nearby cavern, fearfully
preaching, but the words were like midnight winds into some starred abyss, and
such remained out of reach from his addled thoughts. Soon the wearied
travelers' fire burned to nothingness as if purging his prior personhood.

The psychedelic effects of the mushrooms catapulted Mormeth from his present
darkness.

A new vision took hold, this one perfectly clear. A void formed in front of him.
Motes of light fluttered from the vibrant life around him, drawn unwillingly to
the abyss. Cosmic darkness roiled around the misshapen sphere, growing larger and
larger as it consumed the colors around. Abyssal energy unwillingly danced before
his eyes, swirling like a maelstrom, drawing in the light and enveloping everything
in an insatiable void.

Within the void a presence stood staring back at him, shimmering and monochromatic.
It was his reflection, yet fouler and pure, and a host of minions at his back.

Mesmerized and overwhelmed by the revelations, Mormeth found himself grappling
with existential questions, pondering the essence of death and its true
significance in the grand tapestry of existence.

"What is the meaning of," the thought suddenly lodged in his head,
giving him pause, "Death?"