Role

Chapter 7

The orc Krunk towered like a beast over the corpse of Commander Salyeris.
Djetmai stood watching in utter shock- in his many years he had never seen
Salyeris fall. Before he could react, the orc was upon him, bashing him
helplessly into the ground. It all happened so quickly. The Orb was gone and
Djetmai was left as a ghost, wondering whether it had truly been a thing of
great importance at all, whether the Lich had simply been an apparition or
perhaps even a dream in his own mind.

It took several days, but slowly his nightmares began to ease. It seemed that
the burden of carrying a magical item of such great power had left him deeply
impacted-the longer he held a magical thing, the darker his mind became.
Whether this was due the magical powers themselves, a curse of the Lich, or
simply the temptations these things entailed, it was impossible for him to
discern without further experimentation. And for now, he feared what that
would demand.

The most recent incident occurred following a raid on the Island. Djetmai
could only recall leaving the Island with the Key, feeling a warming power of
its magic in his hand. And the next thing he can remember, he was standing
alone in Moudrilar's monastery, all the monks were dead, the walls and his
own blade were covered in blood.

From this point forward he decided that he had best keep his distance from
all magical things. It remained unclear what the meaning of all of
this was, but it weighed heavily on his mind. At times he was ashamed, at
times afraid of what could happen. Until he learned more, he would keep these
things to himself and would do all that he could to stay away from
secrets to himself and would do all that he could to stay away from the taint
of magic.