Role

Chapter 5

Ronas let out a cry like that of a grizzly bear, pain and anguish lost in his fury and anger.
He swung at the base of the black tree with his axe, swing after swing after swing. His fifth
swing caused a splinter to leave the trunk and it embedded itself into his hand but he did
not stop, even though the wound burned like fire. Then a dark red sticky looking liquid
began to run from the trunk of the black tree as his axe cleaved into it. Only when he barely
had the strength to stand did he stop to see the damage he had done to the black tree but
to his angry surprise he saw that when the 'blood', it looked like blood, ran from the trunk
it had no damage to it at all. Ronas wept openly and offered a prayer to the gods. As he did
so a chill wind swept through the branches of the black tree. He stepped backwards and
stumbled over an unearthed root and knocked himself out on a rock.