Role

Chapter 7

Commander Varnon was a great man. It was he who granted me a hut within
the village, and on so many occasions forged my weapons to a fine sheen.
I, and the village as a whole, owe him a great deal. Sadly he has fought
his last foe, and drawn his last breath.

It is Battlerager tradition to hold a ceremony of rites to determine who
would be the next to hold the coveted title: Commander. I know deep down
that it is my fate to be a defender of the village, but not the
Commander. Even still I decided to take part in the rites, as it is a
proud tradition I'd only be likely to see once in my life: not to be
missed.

It is not my place to record the exact details of the secret rites, as
who is to say who may get a hold of this book when I am gone. Suffice to
say that there were great battles and tests of wit, and I'm proud to call
Torzen my new Commander, and Grimghal was named the new Drillmaster. Both
extremely powerful warriors who I'll be proud to defend to the end of my
days.

The rites were overseen by the likes of Lord Jormyr and Verathi. It was
truly inspirational to see them both in person. I was instantly awestruck
with the pride and precision which Lord Verathi carried himself. In my
searches for guidance from above, how foolish I was to not consider
Verathi. He teaches all that I hold dear.

If I am to be the greatest defender I can be, surely that path begins by
studying under Lord Verathi, and those studies begin today.