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Chapter 1

Role 1: The Skeptic Sculptor: That Night
Added Sat Nov 14 22:47:42 2015 at level 15:

A smile rests on Yentrals face as if it belongs there as he takes chisel to
marble within the glorious walls of Galadon where culture flourished under
the guidance and order of the Blood Tribunal. He was always happiest while
sculpting trying to find the beauty within the stone, chipping away what
should not be there to reveal what it should be. Sculptures of great beauty
set to Inspire most of all but through inspiration comes hope. Yentral
thought no one was too far gone except the undead and so always sought to
bring the masses closer to the Light. He was not a man of great faith though
as he had never seen a Lord or Lady and thought the healers must use tricks
and potions.


One night as he worked in the evening light polishing a statue to the gleam
marble could reach Yentral saw a childhood friend outside his window, who had
gotten his sister medicine as a child saving her life, trying to force
himself on a woman who he had seen in the market some days. He got up boldly
marching outside and gently pulled the woman away from him telling her to go
home. At this point the the drunken man began to beat Yentral in the face
with his right hand as he held his robes with the left.