Role

Chapter 1

Thraininkh braced the old, sagging chair underneath the handle of the door of
his musty basement room and said a quick prayer to the Goddess that this
would at least give him a head start if his pursuers were to find him tonight
and the chair didnt hold the door shut. As he wearily kicked off his boots
and removed his outer armor, he ruminated on the events of the last half day.
Perhaps he had gotten a little overly excited and done a poor job of reading
the room, and he most assuredly had pressed the issue further than anyone
else expected, but why couldnt the elders see what was plain to
Thraininkh?

He chortled to himself as he ate what scraps he had grabbed
during his flight from the Mountain and drank a very disappointing burgundy
provided by the innkeeper. His biggest mistake, obviously, had been punching
Bahdol in his fat nose in front of everyone, but Thraininkh would cut his
beard before he would let his childhood friend, and one of the only members
of the guard that was lower ranked than he was, manhandle him that way in
front of Ludan and the others. Bahdol had a good heart, but neither the
foresight nor the determination necessary to garner Thraininkhs respect.


While things most certainly had not gone as expected today, the foundations
of a new plan for peace were already coalescing in Thraininkhs mind. If he
wasnt able to convince those in charge of the war effort in Mortorn of the
wisdom in reaching out to the Spire to create an alliance to would restore
order under the Mountain, then he would just have to work towards his goal
another way. The people he had left in Mortorn would most likely need twenty
or thirty years to cool off and forgive him, so he would use that time in
exile to begin moving the pieces on the chessboard that is the outside world.
Thraininkh would not be deterred even by the loss of his home. He keep
pushing southeast until he found the Goddess Ishuli, the Witch of the Eternal
Library, and beseech Her divine aid in bringing peace and order to his home.