Role

Chapter 1

Kalanzt's lot was decided for him on the day of his birth.
The fates decided he would not be born female and have power unearned.
Instead he would have to strive for it and earn his place in the
Underdark. Though the heights he would reach would be limited indeed.

Kalanzt of course did not think of these things as a youth. As soon as
he was old enough to hold a dagger, one was thrust into his small hands.
The training in the dance of blades would soon follow. He quickly showed
competence and a natural skill with weapons, though many of the other
trainees did also. But when Kalanzt focused there were few that could surpass
him. Unfortunately that focus did not always come easy.

As much as Kalanzt enjoyed bringing pain to others, he began to realise
that it was after he was hurt in a fight that his true skill would shine.
Everything seemed to slow as he gained a clarity of focus, like never
before. He started to self harm before his training bouts, drawing a knife
across his arm, somewhere that would be hidden by a bracer or such.
Now there were none that could best him, and he easily put aside opponent
after opponent.

But it become an addiction, a story simply told by the unexplained cuts
upon his arms if anyone was to look. Victory was all that mattered, at least
that was how he sought to believe it. Clarity was needed to win, a little
bit of blood was a small price to pay.