Role

Chapter 6

The air was so still around his outdoor forge that Dragrahl thought
there was a good chance it was going to rain - an unusual occurence,
certainly, but not so uncommon as to be scary. Working
furiously, pounding at a sheet of darkened-iron plate, he felt no
uneasiness for his safety, and even welcomed the coolness that a
passing rain would bring to the stifling heat of the afternoon.

It suddenly began to grow dark and ominous, clouds of smoke filled
the underground caverns, and blocked out the light of his fires.
Cursing, Dragrahl throws down his forge hammer, knowing that he would not
be able to finish his work before the rain comes, and begins to tidy his
station for the incoming storm. Calling quick warning to his parents, he
strides inside his home, and begins the process of closing the window and
door. He huddles near his parents, far from the sole window to the outside.

Suddenly, without warning, a blindingly bright light fills the caverns,
and the low-hanging clouds open up, the rain beating hard upon the low,
frond-shingled roof of their earthen home with a force and clatter that
threatened to break through the oft-patched roof and deluge the small
home with water. Through the shuttered windows Dragrahl watches as long,
fierce-looking bolts of lightning struck the many stalagmites growing
up from the cavern floor, mesmorized in a trance-like state as the blasts
destroy in seconds, what took the world an eternity to create.

Dragrahl walks to the window and places his eyes against the slats of its
shutters and looks up into the clouds, towards the heavens, while
uttering a prayer of few words under his breath.

At that same moment, a fiery bright flash of lightning strikes the roof
of his home, scant inches above the seat he just rose from. Dragrahl watches
in awe and disbelief as the roof tumbles down upon his parents head,
killing them instantaneously.

Frightened and utterly confused, Dragrahl crawls over the fallen bodies of
his parents, and steps foot out into the storm. Suddenly, a jagged lightning
bolt streaks down from the sky, entering his body at his upturned nose,
causing him to twitch, shiver, and fall to the ground limp.

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Behaviors due to "Up from the rubble, Dragrahl rises"

Though the freak storm that descended upon the Underdark was most likely just
an anomoly of nature, Dragrahl believes that the storm was a magical plague
called upon his duergar clan by the drow Matron Mother as punishment for their
lack of complete subservience to the drow house. He doesn't understand why
the punishment would have been bestowed, as he worked the forge day after day,
churning out weaponry and armor for the Drow armies and patrollers.

By escaping the Underdark, and the control of the drow, Dragrahl feels as if
he had suffered from a childhood disease, and has been cleansed by the power of
the lightning. As such, he feels that it is his duty to cleanse other who suffer
from the disease of magic, both those who cast it on a regular basis (as he sees
magi as his prison keeper), but also those who rely on magicians and magic too
often.

He uses his skills as a thief to sneak glimpses into the possessions of those
he passes, an