Role

Chapter 5

Landing deep within the Forest of Prosimy, the crag soarer reverts back to
its human form. Jarson glances nervously about himself. It is not the woods
that make him anxious, quite the opposite. Looking at the treetops above, he
resists the temptation to join the exotic birds flitting amongst the
branches. No, it is the threat of the unknown that worries him.

Somewhere out here, somewhere close, the Outlanders lurk. Textbooks can only
teach so much, Jarson has no way of knowing how the Outlanders will react to
his presence. Nor does he even know how to announce himself.

Moving slowly, Jarson attempts to creep further into the woods. What feels
silent to Jarson, rings like an alarm bell throughout the rest of the forest.
Every step lands heavily, often crushing dried leaves or snapping twigs
beneath his feet. At his side, Jarsons bulging coin purse rattles with
every moment.

Thinking back to his studies, Jarson tries to recall what he knows about the
Outlanders. The study spoke of Thar-Eris. Was that a person, a God, a belief?
He could not be sure. He knew they sought to beat back civilisation, before
they went to far, destroying the world and ultimately themselves.

Dwarves, Orcs, Conjurers and many others were their foes. Jarson cringed as
he thought back to the pair of Orcs he travelled with when young, trying to
please his Guildmaster. Would they accept him? He did not know. Would they
harm him? He hoped not.

Did he even want to join them? He was not sure. All he knew was that this
plague threatened to destroy everyone and everything, and that he would do
whatever it took to stop it.


*** Authers note ***
I have never played an Outlander before, this is my IC and OOC
way of figuring it out. Please bear with me.