Role

Chapter 2

Standing over the lifeless body of a gnome Durzunt kneels beside it and
glares into the earth as he sends a prayer to Trel'arn. The quest has begin,
he has his first mage-skull and now he can seek out the village with blood on
his hands.
He hesitates somewhat, reflecting over his task again. Destroying the mages
of the surface... Well, destroying things have always been his 'thing', so why
not this. But if he destroys the mages up here, and Drelark takes over, a
clan filled with mages to rule, what would Durzunts position be then? A
single warrior among all the mages, one with powerful skills just to fight
magic. Well, its far in the future and Durzunt didnt want thoughts like
that to cloud is bloodlusting mind.

A few days later as he sheats his dagger after fighting a group of mages the
commander reaches out to him, asking him about his course and goals,
Durzunts mind then did something extraordinary as it quickly put together a
made up story of how he left Aran'gird hunted by the king for killing a mage
that had let lose that fire demon down there, and how he hated the mages
because they play with things they cannot control or understand. It seemed to
impress the commander, unfortunately a very annoying sound of screaming
babies filled his mind and he had to retreat to some rest to kill whatever
babies it might be clouding his mind, leaving the conversation unfinished.
Either way it seems certain that he is on the verge to become a full-fledged
villager.

Durzunt will be realizing more and more how the mages of the Drel'ark are
abusing him, and that the real power comes from Trelarn alone, and all that
he needs is the village and Trel'arn and he has the chance to become the most
destructible force of Thera, the way towards that route will be one forged
with blood, fire and steel.

As Durzunt grows older and realizes more he will begin to hate other duergars
that might be from Arangird just as much as he hates the dwarves.