Role

Chapter 3

Mela carried herself with such pride. She fought in many battles, some she
won and others she did not. She had grown quickly within her guild, and one
day while defending her beloved Spire, she became careless. She sang her
song, When you Dont see me within town. She had always been so careful, but
in the moment she let down her guard. The Dark One immediately took her
badge and called her pathetic. Such a word, Pathetic. She had never been
called this, but in this moment Mela thought she was pathetic. She didnt
know what to do with herself.

Mela turned to Androkin, thinking she could take up shop. She was confused
and lost without the Spire. She wrote a note and told the Tribunal that she
would continue to be loyal to them. She hunted criminals, and even attempted
taking the bone alone. After some time, she thought there was nothing she
could do to correct her mistake. And then, the Dark One called to her.Mela
came quickly. She knew there was trouble within the Spire, and was uncertain
if she even wanted to gain back her badge. The Dark Voice told her it was
time for her to enter the Spire once more. In her confusion, she hesitated
and said she wasnt sure if she wanted her badge. The Lich and her spoke for
sometime. They talked of Melas goals, and Mela decided she did want to
return to the Spire. She will never forget that the Lich called her the
Mother of the Spire. She would find later, that this was most fitting of
her.

Mela advanced quickly within the ranks once again. She would do anything to
make the Spire strong. She fought battles, aided the young ones, taught
others of law and most of all she recruited. She was not harsh, nor light
with the younger Tribunals. She enjoyed throwing in a bit of fun while
on-duty, but found most didnt care for that sort of thing. She consoled her
comrades and nurtured them. She had most defiantly lived up to the name
Mother of the Spire.

Then, after her long dedication, Mela was finally rewarded. The Lich came to
her once more. She was apprehensive at its approach, thinking she has made
another mistake. Mela was quickly relieved to find, she was no longer a
Magistrate but a Justiciar. She was honored and speechless. She asked the
Dark One if it had any words of wisdom, and Mela was only told to not screw
up.