Role

Chapter 3

I may have tipped my hand to soon. I poured my 500 gold into the guild
coffers only to learn that his term as Kingpin will not be up for some
time and I cannot call a vote. Adding to the difficulty of my task,
Shormquan, my co-conspirator, has fled the land never to return. What
woes he brought down upon himself this time I will likely never know,
but I am not surprised at this end for such a troubled soul. If I am
blackballed before a vote, I may still have enough gold to break a tie
in my favor. Time will tell.

My time in the Village has been fulfilling. While it can be sparse at
times with everyone being off to war, I have made a friendship with
the Commander, Erighan. He has taught me much about warfare. He even
may have saved my life when I wanted to enter the Temple of the Scarab
to hunt a necromancer and he advised against it. He took me to the
arena near Galadon and beat the meat pies out of me. I learned that my
skills are patience, cunning and knowledge. I am no warrior, though I
did draw blood. I returned the favor when he faced a healer, warrior,
and shapeshifter who invaded the Village. I almost ran out of bandages
dressing his wounds as he fought the various battles defending the
head. I had never seen such chaos and blood! As twilight approached,
the stench of death rose from the corpses of a warrior and healer. A
trail of thick blood gave testament to the shapeshifters path of
hasty escape. It was a good day for us!

I have come to enjoy the slaying of necromancers in particular. Some
times I imagine my mother suffering at the hands of these vile mages
in the tower. I do not know they were necromancers, but the images
feed my hatred for them and make my mission clear. Sometimes I have
to pull back lest I foolishly act in haste. Slaying necromancers is
an art for the patient. I must kill them in my mind before my blade
is even drawn. My attack must be the end, not the beginning, of the
game that is death. There can be no doubt, for a necromancer is like
an injured dog. Their wrath and strength when wounded or cornered
should not be underestimated. To this end I will direct my studies.
Though I would love to learn to detect Drem's traps, it is not to be.
My destiny is to be the bane of the occult.