Role

Chapter 4

Standing over a small gravestone, Kuryaelin reflected upon the memories of
his profession and call that led him to the Isle.
Looking fondly upon the stone, Kury whispers to the stone. "Twenty long years
it has been, grandfather, and yet it seems
that it do be only yesterday since you helped me find this path. I took to
heart the mission in my mind to safeguard the land.
In the guild of the assassin's I learned the trade of the death-mete. I have
traveled much, seen much, and defended the lands of
Thera as ardently as I do be knowin' how. I have seen the mighty
magic-haters; fought their blades, fists, and songs. I have faced
an Emperor, the WarMaster, the Shadow, and their ilk. I have met the Paladins
and known pain and misery from the Advisor to the Chancellor. For the sake of
the Balance, and all the peace therein, I did face down the
Barbarian Drillmaster and that damnable minotaur Kontoln alone to return the
Key of our Isle to it's rightful place. Though they taunted me,
for the sake of the Balance, I stalked and slew Abiritha Drillmaster,
hutt-dweller and misguided sycophant of the village, with a single
blow that did be endin' her life. It was not for blood I fought, no for
glory. For the world, and those who live in the towns who
live quiet lives of peace and necessity I did strike and do. I have not
forgotten why I left the city life. It was not for the mere sake
of friendship but of a life full of passion for something much larger than
myself that I have joined the Seekers. I have seen them
fall in battle and live to serve the Balance. I have lost friends, and gained
them; we do be a brave lot who interpose ourselves as a
shield from such powers that would usurp others from livin' how they might.
Think well of me, grandfather, until I lay down my sword
and do be joinin' ye on the otherside. Whatever it may be."