Role

Chapter 1

A tattered looking Arial enters the village a impressive pace, coming to a rough
landing outside a sturdy hut. He kneels on one knee and struggles to catch his
breath, the blood of his enemies and himself run down from his weapons arms
body and head, mingling in a puddle below his well armored form. A defender
rushes over and dresses his wounds. He appears to be reluctant but grateful. He
catches his breath slowly and rests, his mind beginning to wander.



Nearly had that bastard...
Would have been a different story had that invoker not had shown up.
Missed his throat by pace at least, hell, I must be getting old.

Forty years..

For score years I have roamed this land. So much has changed, I can barely
remember. And what I do recall seem to be not of my own life, but that of
another's whom story I have only herd. This war has brought me much. Blood
and pain and joy and courage and victory and death and triumph. Yet one thing
has remained constant through all this chaos this turmoil. My purity has not
faltered.

I feel old. My body filled with scars and my bones ache in the joints. These
weapons in my hands have become a part of me and my hands fee oddly without
them. My heart was once warm and full of emotion now cold, callused,
calculating. Yet my kin gives me strength. My brothers and sisters of this
village, for only they know this burden, this joy, this life of purity. Damned be
they whom judge us, damn them all to the nine hells themselves.

House Keltra will die as I never took a wife. A glorious house in ruin, by my
hand alone I have caused such. Yet I am not sorry, I feel no remorse of my
actions. The great of my house would understand. I know they look down from
the heavens and understand. As for the rest, they can rot in that festering city
under the reckless actions of their infected Emperor. I have slain the emperor
with these very hands, and so end that chapter of my life.

My purity has taken my skill to nearly the maximum of this body. I must master
them before my life blood runs. To reach the maximum potential of this body
while maintaining my purity and slaying the infected... Than I shall die a
happy man.


Yelling and shouting erupts from the gates of the village.
In a fluid motion, Baltorn's head snaps towards the directions as he takes a
quick step and becomes airborne, weapons drawn.