Role

Chapter 1

He trained long hours each day with his comrades, other
young elves of Darsylon. He trained in mace and spear,
throwing daggers and throwing punches. The thrill of the
fight filled his spirit. His fellows had a similar zeal in their
eyes. With each swing of the sword, they got better, the
skill they sought increased so that they could achieve the
one goal they all shared: To join the war against evil, to
bring the fight to the dark hearted and cleanse Thera.

The fact that war waged without them caused his brothers
to be anxious and at times, grief-stricken. After each daily
session, Amatrysti would gather them together. He then
looked each in the eye and with a fierce nod, began his
prayer. The purity of their conviction drove the prayer and
together, they called on the Lady Jaguar.

He reminded them that they must keep their focus on the
reasons they fought. To maintain their courage, they must
maintain their faith in the Light. To lose sight, even for a
brief moment, could cause their righteous zeal to turn
into directionless anger.

He then would dress the wounds of the day, his natural
affinity for the healing arts no secret. He knew he would be
a paladin one day, a holy warrior striking deep into the
heart of darkness. His companions and his love for them
drove him ever onward towards this goal.