Role

Chapter 2

The bard sighed and stopped a moment. The faintest corners of Olins mouth
twitched into a smirk, perhaps a little work is needed- he pointed out. The
bard grunted and sat down next to the fire, his cup refilled with warm wine.
Yes, he said, not quite what I was going for. Let me try a different style
and motioned for Olin to sit down next to the crackling fire. Looking
intently into the flames the bard once more took up his tale.


The lords anger was heavy and the village trembled before it. Though the
parents was blind to the youth it could not be denied, his evil nature shone
for those watching close enough. No matter how they pleaded on their knees,
the lords was adamant that the foul soul meet his death. What happened then
is unclear, though death of elves, parents and blood all over the duergar is
clear. Tales that he murdered his parents, the lords did are all valid. It
matters not, for something of upbringing remained. The desire of lords will
and power, having it flow through him. The need and greed for divine power
lies beneath the dark skin and drives him.