Role

Chapter 3

So the mighty taskmaster has fallen leaving the Chasm seemingly leaderless.
With his passing, the grain is truly being separated from the chaff. No
longer do we see the face of our healer. Erratic as his performance was, its
absence is deeply felt.The elder warriors and magi, weaned for so long from
Kungkruk's apron strings, could not suffer to live in the shadow of his
passing.

For a long time, I have walked alone among the Chasm. Seeking to learn but
without the means, I instead devote my efforts toward bringing low those who
would stand in the way of the Fold. My blades have tasted the blood of
Village barbarian and Imperial bootlicker alike.

One day I awaken to find new blood within the Fold. Cold blood pumped with
hearts of pitch, two fledgling necromancers present themselves to me. The
means to advance are before me, and I ascend the ladder in the eyes of my
guildmaster. One of the necromancers surpasses me and reaches his pinnacle,
just short of undeath. His arrogance is unmatched
our late healer pales in comparison. True that an undead lord would bring
great power to the Fold, yet the obeisance required by this one would in my
eyes render me no better than the blind fools of the Empire.

The younger necromancer is much more pliable and speaks as though we are
equals.Should he become undead, I foresee no problem with that one. The
current spectre must fail in his quest.To put power into his hands is to
take it away from mine. I am slowly subverting the others of the Chasm to my
view, though in truth, the spectre does a fine job of that himself.