Role

Chapter 3

Tia stood at a crossroads in life. It came beneath the ancient crypts of
Arkham. Zombies lay crumpled about her as she led her companions though
level after level of the crypt. Those with her were fragile and they trusted
her lead in this crusade.

Suddenly a dark elf assassin came charging at them across the crypts. She
narrowed her eyes and prepared for her fight.

But wait! He wasnt charging at her! He was charging the mage next to her,
his eyes wide with a rage known only to villagers.

She gasped. She had been training and thought her calling an Ehren Lord of
old, but suddenly the mage was hit hard with one slice of the dark elf
villager assassins blades and his cry cut her to the soul.

It was at that moment that she realized the Ehren Lords of her books whom she
admired so greatly for their strength thru honor was not a path she could
follow.

Instinctively she twirled and slipped into the place of her mage ally, swords
ringing out to parry the next attacks, rescuing him from the villagers
slices.

She must lead, she must protect those who could not stand alone. She begin
shouting orders and the second mage recovered his wits to turn into an
animal. The invoker she rescued begin casting his spells. Yet the villager
raged harder and turned on the invoker again! The invoker fled near death!

She could not let him follow! She tripped the dark elf. Then suddenly her
invoker ally returned. He looked at her and she saw then the thanks, the
determination she had shown him reciprocated in one single gaze. Barely
holding onto life, he dragged himself back in the room uttering incantations,
his own life at risk. One spell hit, another hit. The dark-elf villager fell.

Her path had been chosen. She was no Ehren Lord, but good had been done this
day. When she looked at the mages of light she had saved, she felt vindication
that her path, while unexpected, was the right one.