Role

Chapter 1

A dark cloud had settled in over the mountain settlement, its form seeming to
almost burst with the rain it contained. Finding it fairly odd that the
cloud had come from almost nowhere, Huidnro had decided that more than likely
a misguided ranger was practicing his less than appealing acts upon the
weather. "Ranger not need spells make strong!" Huindro had bellowed as he
continued about the work at hand. Keeping a distant eye on the now tainted
cloud, Huidnro continued to work away at the carpentry work that filled his
days in the settlement.The cloud had brought forward some thoughts in
Huidnros mind that he thought had been dealt with, and he could feel the
cadence of his sawing increase as the anger began to grow in him. Having
been the son of a carpenter, and a carpenter himself by trade, there was a
sense of pride and accomplishment in the work he had done. The amount of
effort and skill that went into everything he produced.The sweat and
sometimes blood that split forth in turning out the final product. Yet,
there were those that put no effort into their work, and produced things with
no real craftsman ship.Instead they had found the lazy mans way out of
things, and had resorted to magic in order to build and complete their tasks.
the lumber and stone by levitation and splitting it by magic, these
mages had begun to build in such ways. Sickened by such sights, and thought
on as complete laziness, Huidnro despised the ways of the magi.He was, in
fact, very outspoken in such matters and was often viewed as being paranoid
in such matters. Finally reserved in what he spoke of about it, Huidnro had
traveled with the settlement and continued his crafting pretty much alone.
While magic was nothing commonplace among the settlement, there were rumors
of some beginning to dabble in its practices. This had troubled Huidnro, and
he knew that whatever it was they did would turn poorly.
Not having noticed that he had drifted back into those memories,
Huidnro had now not only sawed through the log, but a good bit of the table
as well with his quickened pace. Uttering a few curses under his breath,
Huidnro cast aside his saw and stepped outside his tent to gather his
thoughts. Yet, it seemed almost dark outside now when he walked from under
his tent. He looked into the sky to see the once distant cloud had now
encircled the settlement and blacked out the sky. Concerned that this was no
act of an ordinary ranger, Huidnro made a quick pace for his hut. Upon
reaching it, he grabbed the two swords that hung on the wall and quickly
rushed outside.Not a few moments later, the sky seemed to open up and rain
down upon the village with a terrible ice storm. Following the ice, bolts of
lightning began to fall from the sky and target the structures of the
villages. Amidst the flashes of lightning, Huidnro spied a lone human atop a
distant hill. From what he could see, he was garbed in black robes and held
some sort of staff well above his distant head.Now enraged, Huidnro knew
his village had come under siege by wielders of magic. He hastily rallied
those that were brave enough, and began a quickened march towards the figure
in the distance. About half way through their run, the crest of the hill
began to swarm with conjured minions and undead be