Role

Chapter 3

A beginning
Iborenn starting his life as an escaped household slave did
not expect to live a long or good life. In the beginning he
was armed with a simple spell book and a vague grasp of how
to use those spells. His first big step into the world was
escaping from the city. Not an easy task as the patrols would
kill him on site as a runaway slave.

Breathing as quietly as possible he creeps up behind the
patroller hoping to get close enough to use his one spell.
Taking a single breath he begins whispering the words and
points at the patroller, the power of the magic rushes
through his veins and towards the patroller. Though he used
his magic properly it still did not work as the patroller
was only slightly shaken by his simple sleep spell. Not
giving up easily, Iborenn lunged at the warrior hoping to
yet still evade capture and ultimately a horrible death at
the hands of his people. The warrior whirled around to
meet Iborenns charge and attempted to use the force of
Iborenns charge to impale him upon his blade. Though
unskilled in the finer points of weapon fighting Iborenn
still expected this and twisted to the side at the last
moment and delivers a telling blow to the side of the
patrollers head with the palm of his hand. With a painful
thud the patroller crumples to the ground, his weapons
falling from his now limp hands.

The sky is a dark grey as a single steel door is opened
for the first time in a long time. As the door seal
gives a rush of water pours through on the figure standing
on a flimsy ladder. Soaked and dirty Iborenn steps into
the above world for the first time. A stranger to rain
and wind Iborenn glares at the sky and scrambles off into
the filth littered city of Galadon.