Role

Chapter 1

The first day
Added Fri Jun 8 13:11:46 2012 at level 8:

Doubt was filling Issiver Vahl's mind. His stomach was in knots. It was his
first day of adulthood, no longer a kitten he was 'encouraged' to leave the
pack behind. Shadowlurking on streets of Galadon he was absorbing the sights,
sounds and smells. Very few noticed his presence.

He'd never seen a mage in all his life, but the history of the felar was a
common tale of his childhood. He would kill mages. Every. Single. One.
Contemplating murder in the shadows an anger began welling up inside him. The
debt of the magi had never been repaid.

A trio of adventurers exited a shop nearby and began walking down the street
towards him. Two were the burly sort, possibly bodyguards, and the other was
a grey-bearded mage of some kind. A very powerful one by the looks of him.

The group paused a moment just a few steps from Issiver. They were talking
about some ruined castle and some treasure of legends. He could make out the
words well enough to see plans of an ambush in their future.

His gaze fixed upon the mage. And then it happened. Without him noticing a
wave of passivity filled him. He began purring like he'd only purred as a
suckling kitten.

At this noise the trio's conversation stopped and now they peered into the
shadows. Swords drawn. The mage quickly muttered some strange words and
suddenly Issiver found himself covered with a pink glowing dust. Still he
purred.

Sizing up the young felar the party took a more relaxed stance. One of the
brutes was sheathing his sword, and the other's sword dangled by his side as
he snickered. The mage approached Issiver and began scratching the cat's
cheek. Issiver now felt completely content.

After a few moments the trio departed leaving Issiver stunned and feeling
very alone. The urge was great to run after the mage and follow him, a
vestige of felar enslavement. He began to feel dirty and violated. The anger
was returning, filling him until unleashing itself in a feral growl. For a
moment a quiet awe filled the streets before the bustle of city life resumed.

Issiver was free again and he knew his purpose.