Role

Chapter 3

Amid the ever-present memories of Galadon's cobbled streets and Mortorn's
ancient chambers, Erorm felt an unyielding pull towards the Fortress of
Light. This sanctuary wasn't just a beacon of hope in the sprawling expanse
of Thera, it was the very heart of resistance against creeping darkness. The
Marans, the stalwart sword of the Fortress, and the Acolytes, their steadfast
shield, were hailed as Thera's ultimate defenders.


For Erorm, the distinction between sword and shield seemed to blur. His
monk-paladin teachings, mingled with the tales of heroism from Galadon,
inclined him to believe that true strength lay in harmonizing the roles. The
legends whispered that the mightiest Maran was one who, like a masterful
dance, could transition seamlessly between the force of the sword and the
resolve of the shield.

In the Fortress, Erorm saw a place where he could finally blend his duality:
the monk's introspection with the paladin's external courage. The hallowed
halls held teachings that resonated with the very fibers of his being,
promising not just martial prowess but a balm for his tormented soul.

The cruel loss of his parents, snatched away by the Empire's sinister Shadow
Sect, etched a scar on Erorm's spirit that only the Fortress's embrace could
heal. He believed that here, among its ancient stones, he'd find a way to
honor their memory and fortify himself for the battles that lay ahead. He
yearned to be that perfect Maran, a harmonized union of sword and shield,
ensuring that tragedies like his own would never blight Thera again.

Fueled by the heroic acts from his youth in Galadon, and the haunting legacy
of Mortorn, Erorm's determination to join the Fortress of Light intensified.