Role

Chapter 1

Cowren was born the only daughter to the brewers of a tiny dwarven village.
Her family kept the inn, and made all the spirits of the ville. Her neighbors,
the Brubagles, were good friends of her family, and they were the farmers
who supplied much of the grain and vegetables to the small village. They,
too, had an only child, a son named Hugan who was the same age as
Cowren. The two grew up together since their families were so close.
They knew at a very young age they had a special bond, and even as
children they told their parents they would never part, and in childish
ideals that they would marry and live happily ever after. The two made
good on their promise, marrying at a young age and starting a farm
of their own. Cowren and Hugan Brubagle had six children, five
boys, and their youngest a girl. They kept a happy, full house, and
were good parents to their children. The most beautiful part of their
farm was planted with apple trees when their first was born, and
a small shrine to Amaranthe was set up in the middle of the small
grove. Cowren bore her children there, mourned the deaths of her
parents there, and watched the seasons change. She taught her
children religion, respect, and the ways of the maiden, mother,
and crone. As their children grew older, they took over more
responsibilities of the farm, built houses on it, expanded the farm
lands, and started families of their own. The youngest girl found
love and a desire to travel, and she moved to far off lands in search
of a better world. One day a pair of dark necromancers came to the
tiny village, seeking subjects for vile acts of evil. They knew dwarves
were hearty, and they wished to practice new poisons and curses on
dwarves, striving to find something in their art to take down even the
strongest figures. They chose the tiny dwarven village because it was
far from civilization, far from crime. They knew the villagers would
never suspect their dark research. They took several of the villagers,
including Hugan, capturing him one day while he was returning from
a town council meeting. Cowren worried sick where her love was, not
knowing the dark plot he had fallen victim to. Weeks passed and she
was inconsolable. One day, one of the village's hunters escaped the
dark necromancers, and managed to take the news of what had
happened to the village before he died to the illnesses they had plagued
him with. He told Cowren the dark news that her beloved had been
killed, his body desecrated by the necromancers dark pets. Cowren
fell from her swirling despair to a blind rage. She gathered the village
folk, and took them to the necromancers hiding place to make them pay
for what they had done to her people, and her love. When they arrived,
however, the necromancers had left, leaving nothing but the bodies of
their sick experiments. Cowren took Hugan's remains home and buried
them at the base of their favorite apple tree. Her rage still held, however,
and her empty house was more than she could bear. Life for her was not
worth living without her love, but she knew her time had not come yet,
could feel that the crone was far from visiting her. She decided to leave
the village behind, to seek revenge on those who practiced the dark arts
and preyed on the in