Role

Chapter 3

Seasons came and passed as Ilanrion studied with the druids. He had found
some talent with herbs, but was never able to make the glows that came
from their prayers. His heart was not at peace, he wanted more of his
life. He didn't know exactly what he wanted more of. While he sat
daydreaming when he was supposed to be communing with nature, he saw a
man run through from the road and hide in the trees. The man did not see
him, he just sat trying to staunch the bleeding on several severe wounds.
A large fire giant came behind him, throwing balls of fire that set the
trees on fire with a wide grin visible on his face as he pursued his prey.
The man looked panicked as the giant came closer.

Ilanrion was outraged, fury coming over him as his home was so casually
set on fire. He wore no armor and carried only a basic dagger of obsidian.
He had not trained to fight, but the call of battle came to him. He rushed
at the fire giant and knocked into him right as he set a different tree on
fire. He did not trip the giant so much as caused him to stumble, but the
effect was enough that he fell forward onto the ground. The man behind the
tree ran further into the woods to safety. Ilanrion started to stand before
the great tree on fire before him fell and landed on both the giant and
him. He passed out from the pain.