Role

Chapter 1

Surin has been spending more and more time in the witch
woods. The darkness and sorrow of the realms call to him in
the night. Whispers, chanting and howls beckon him. It began
as he reached his mature years. When his eyes had seen enough
and his body experienced enough. He hears the Demon Elf, the
Witch Sisters and the other infernal creatures call out his
name, like Sirens calling to the sailors.

He feels his body is a shell for something that is too savage
and too powerful to be contained in human form. His spirit
cries to break out. He is not sure what is causing this, but
the visions and dreams he has at night are of an infernal
nature. As if the spirit of a great fiend calls to him. The
sprit of a great betrayer, merciless, cunning, wicked. He
hears the cry of souls among a chorus of shreeking spiders,
their hisses and crackling almost deafening. Shrieks and
screams come from creatures caught in their snares and webs.
His natural attraction to spiders and creatures of the dark
now beings to make a little sense to him.

Like thunder, in his dreams, echoes the maniacal laughter of
the Ancient Imp, whos name he did not know until he faced
him. The Great Deceiver to which every fiber of his being was
drawn...Lyristeon, whos mark Surin now carries.

Surin thinks the Witch Woods will offer clues as to what his
purpose is on this land. Why he was born the way he was, why his
betrayl of the Grove took place, why this savagery and inherent evil
are in his blood.