Role

Chapter 1

"Heave lads! Heave and hold fast!" Shouted Captian Misarack. all about the
ship, the salty spary of the sea drenched the sailors as they raised the sail.
Huddled near the captain's quarters, a group of robed missionaries shielded
themselves for mthe onslaught. The seas churned around them, but the crew
was ambivilant toward the affects. They were true sailors, hardened by years
of service at see, with the youngest, Tolovin Rye, having three years
experience himself. As the anchor-cahin flew out from the capstan, Tolovin
and the crew prepared the gigs for travel to the beautiful island they had
just landed beside. This was the life Tolovin lost.

The fateful day came three days out from port at Hamsah Mu'tazz. THe ship was
fit, but in a bad storm. Tolovin had just come off the mid watch and was
sleeping peacefully in his hammock. Resting before it was his time to go back
on deck. The ship rocked hard as it was battered by the angry waves.
Unbeknownst to tolovin though, the skies spit out a raging waterspout, and
took the ship below.

Tolovin was hit in the head during the wreck and lots conciousness, but it
went unnoticed by him due to being asleep when it happened. As the ship sank,
Tolovin was grasped by a blue-skinned giant in the depths.

"Your soul is pure little one, and I feel its kinship. Your story does not end
here." The giant craddled the young man and swam him toward the shore, keeping
his head above the waves so Tolovin would live. "I will gift you with knowledge
to start a journey. This journey will bring you back to the sea, but your
kinship to its life will strengthen. May you help those like I have you, and
perhaps I will see you again."

Tolovin woke, spitting sand out of his mouth and shaking it from its beard. His
mouth felt lke a cotton ball an his thundered from a large lump on it side.
Confusion set in as he looked around, unable to find his ship, crew, captain,
or the missionaries he came to enjoy listening to. Life it seemed had turned
upside down. He spent a few days milling about, deciding on what to do. It
was obvious that his ship had been lost at sea, but without knowing exactly
how, he wasn't sure how totally lost it really was. He would travel to Mu'tazz
and ask around, then travel to the Academy and continue the work he learned
form the missionaries. He wasn't sure what lead him on that path, but it felt
right. He had a desire to preach, and to love. To help and defend.