Role

Chapter 0

My days in the ruined city where I served my punisment
after having spoken with the great Ki-rin Lord Velkurah
were filled with hard work. My glorious and majestic
lord had determined that I myself should find a fitting
pennance for my crimes and I believed it could only be
done in helping others, and what city in more need of
help is there but the ruins of tar valon? The fires in
the grove seem to never fade, yet I spent days and days
creating water that I poured upon it. Atleast it I don't
think it will spread any futher. Wandering the city I
found that many were the citizens and merchants in the
need of my healing hands aswell and I was pleased that
I could help close their wounds. The nights I spent in
my guild and for the first time since the event in hamsah
I could sleep well, knowing what awaited me the following day.

Often I worked together with the cityguards or even an
occasional tribunal to clear up and help rebuild the city
but I realise that a greater effort is needed, and I will
be sure to donate my coins not only to the balator orphanage
as previously but also to holy sir Odrigs fund for the
rebuilding of the city.

Over the weeks I have come to the conclusion that while
helping the citizens rebuild the city and removing the
chaos and depravity this way of action is not my true
path. I am a soldier and a preacher, not a city guard or
healer, though I do my best at beeing both.