Role

Chapter 3

In these last twenty eight years he has served his Queen he has opened up a
part of himself that he always knew was there. As he channels the Will of
Lady Eshval he feels his blood cry out for the blood of others, and it pains
him. The pain comes not from the desire, but from his inability to satisfy
it...his weakness as a conduit for Her Will.

There are so many that oppose Her, so many that attempt to do Her harm by
slaying Her mortal conduit. Fools...all of them. He is learning...growing
as his desire grows. However, he does not actively seek them out often. His
life is his Queen's, and he wishes to make Her conduit stronger. He seeks
his own mortal bounds, and to surpass them, that he may please Her.

He recalls his first meeting with Lady Eshval. She asked him if he had
anything to offer her. It did not occur to him then that his vial, his
collection of trophies, taken while fear nearly passed into death, may prove
a suitable gift for her. But not now, for it is still too thin. One hundred
sixty two drops, one hundred sixty two surgeries, one hundred sixty two
trophies. He hopes that this may prove a drink worthy of Her when he has
gathered enough.