Role

Chapter 13

The rains fell as Lanathalis found his way upon the Eastern road, drenched
and weary from roaming the lands. Body aching as he had been putting it
through a strenuous journey back and forth across Thera keeping an ever
vigilant eye upon the forest. Recently too many magi had found their way to
the woods, and the signs of blight were everywhere. Yet upon seeing
Lanathalis, they would flee and hurl taunts while hidden by magic. To no end,
it wore upon Lanathalis, however he was winning. Now merely his presence was
enough to drive the corrupted out of the woods, though he still wished to
purge their souls.

From nowhere though, the winds seem to blow for a moment from a different
direction then how the clouds were moving. Foul magic. Perking his head up,
Lanathalis knew that it had to be an invoker to bring forth such chaos within
nature. Gripping the shaft of his maces, his knuckles soon turned white and
his heart was pounding. He was natures wrath and soon a corrupted soul would
find his path set before his judgement. Arrogantly walking forth, the invoker
did not seem to even wish to acknowledge Lanathalis as he stood before him.
Ignored, seen unworthy by those corrupted soulsit brought Lanathalis back
to when he was a child. Pushing down those memories he charged forth into the
battle once more, this time he would not fail.

And just like that, there was one less soul to steal from nature. Standing
there looking down, Lanathalis had thought he would find joy and pleasure in
slaying one. Yet looking, all he saw was a poor weak soul lost to nature that
had given into the temptation of magic. And as the magi steal their power
from nature, Lanathalis once again returned their blood to the earth. As he
walked the forest South of Eastern, his soul was ablaze in a passion which he
had never known. Yes he had taken a life, yet he had given back two fold and
found his purpose.

So he was quite shock to hear a gruff voice asking him a question. Looking
up, he could see the figures mouth move, yet no words seem to register to
him. 'Wha?'. Grumbling the figure grabbed Lanathalis head between his
meaty hands and stared him in the eyes. Looking deep, they seem to find what
he was looking for and he nodded at him. 'Your soul is strong and pure, come
and join the village and find your family.' It feltit felt right. It felt
as if he had known his feet would lead him to this path. It was only now too
obvious once he was here, yet it was a path he had to find on his own. Giving
his oath, Lanathalis gave his final pledge, a pledge which he would never
walk away from.