Role

Chapter 2

With his first victory under his belt, Kaeldran felt alive and free. To think
that if this were Galadon and these foul beings were slaying innocent people
there, he would be considered the criminal for interloping. The thought of it
sickened him. Kaeldran roamed the lands with freedom blowing through his wild
white hair. Coming upon a grassy clearing, he sat down to meditate. Visions
of the nightmares of his past came flooding back to him. The sight of cities
burning, corpses of bodies, and rivers of blood once again haunted his mind.
Yet, as he focused on the bodies of the dead, he noticed their armor belonging
to the Imperial order. The city he saw burning in his mind was clearly the
city of Udgaard. His mind came jarring back to reality just then. What did it
mean? "Funny things, dreams... are they really divine messages, or...". The
giant's mind focused clearly on his chosen path. Freedom was what mattered.
The freedom to live one's own life freely. The evils of order must be abolished.
Those of dark heart especially knew no end to enslaving the people. Kaeldran
would set them free. The imp's bane was waning in him, and he knew that if
he were to accomplish his goals, he would need the full blessing of his deity.
Lumbering to his feet, Kaeldran made his way to seek the chaos once more.