Role

Chapter 2

***Here hangs a strange mural. The portrait is of a huge fire-giant warrior,
clad in dark armor. The figure stands tall and proud, his chin in the air in
haughty defiance of all things in this world. Massive hands clasp a matching
pair of swords of the blackest pitch, and a pair of equally dark maces hangs
from his belt. The face of the giant is twisted into a snarl of hatred, and
his eyes are beady and shine with a raw animal cunning. His stance is set
wide, and you can almost hear the armor creak and groan from the weight of
the bulging muscles encased in the leather and steel. The background of the
figure is blackness, and appears to contain many many gleaming yellow eyes
watching the figure and perhaps even yourself. Peering closer at this
disturbing image, you realize the entire mural is comprised of thousands and
thousands of tiny butterfly wings, all carefully ripped from the body of the
beautiful creatures and laid out with exquisite care here. Innocent beauty
used for such a masterpiece and testament to the strength and ferocious will
of one giant warrior.***