Role

Chapter 3

His first glance at the ancient tree left him bewildered. As if he was in
a trance, the howling of the spirits led him here. He placed his bloodied
paw upon the ground beneath the tree and felt instantly at home. Peering
up the ramp of thorns, he spied a curious creature guarding the entrance
to the tree. He made his pledge this day and began to live the life of the
Reaver.

He clutched the polearm in his paws and turned to walk from the forest in
search of more prey. It recent times he has become to trust this weapon
more than most, it became like an extension to his tooth and claw. There
was only one thing wrong with this weapon and that was the distance that
it kept between him and his enemies. How he cherished the death and fear
in their eyes, just moments before they would die.

With a malicious stare in his eyes, he made himself a promise. I'll learn
to kill them with my bare paws next and each life I take will be tribute
to the Fae Witch herself and a step closer to a land reborn through death.