Role

Chapter 1

An old man, concealed by lengthy robes, approached me during my customary visit
to Balator's orphanage. I sensed no wickedness from him, but prepared anyway due
to my proxmity to the Empire. Upon drawing closer he revealed an old and weary
face, but familiar. It was my father.

I embraced him, glad to finally see him again. We spoke for some time of the past
and where I now stand. It turns out he was in solitude, meditating on what should
be done regarding myself. He explained to me that he was not my true father, that I
was saved from some violent sacrifical rite in the name of Beroxxus. My true father
was a priest of Beroxxus and my mother his slave.

He went into solitude to decide if I should be slain, and to give me time to turn
my very soul away from my dark heritage. As we spoke he smiled and shed a tear to
know what I have accomplished in becoming an Acolyte of the Golden Sun. He apologized
for ever doubting my path, and I assured him there was no need. That it was him who
saved me, in more than just saving my life.

After some hours he told me of his plan to live out his retirement in Voralian City.
We parted ways, a blessing to each, some closure for us both.

(Side note: Story may seem a bit fluffy, but IC events turned Elorik away from my
original intent to have him turn evil. Needless to say, the story had to evolve
with that.)