Role

Chapter 6

It has been sometime since I last wrote in this journal. The war has kept me busy and
bloody these last few years of my life. I have gained greatly in my skill and strength,
though I have paid dearly for costly lessons in combat. I can say confidentially that I have
become one of the very best swordsmen in the lands. Despite this skill, my enemies are
great, and they often come at me in numbers. I am beginning to learn the best tactics for
each situation as my victories are starting to mount. I am confident that those lessons,
costly as they were, will help me reach the heights of power I strive for. Thus far, my
blades have faired very well against magi. My power over them is proven, and for that I
am quite proud.

I participated in the Rites of War for leadership of the Village last year. I was still not at
the full strength of my skill within my guild, yet, I thought I did very well, even if the
Village Lords did not. After all, I defeated the one who was to be named Commander
quite handily in one on one combat, and could still to this day. To this day I still feel the
burn of jealously over the power the Commander wields, yet, I know I must be patient.
There are certainly other ways to gain what I desire.

I have seen many adventurers about the lands who have gained so much recognition that
they are known by their full name far and wide. I renounced my last name when I slew
my family, yet, that kind of recognition might be nice. Perhaps, I will take a new one, or
even more so, perhaps I'll gain one through my reputation.