Role

Chapter 1

The first time the blood of a magus spilled before Armonk, it did little to
The first time the blood of a magus spilled before Armonk, it did little to
quench his thirst. The second, it only fueld his rage more. The third was
rather bittersweet. With each new slaying there was no new life in Ironbeard.
Maybe his quest of vengeance would be lost to his empty shell of a body.
Maybe he had not truly understand what it was he battled for. He sought to
find an answer for his war, not one for himself, but one for others. Armonk
knew that he warred against the mage because of the hate he held for them,
yet it did not seem to be enough. That is until he joined with an inspiring
man named Jichii.

The bard did something that not even Armonk could do for himself, he brought
clarity to the war. Ironbeard had been searching for an explanation, a
reason. The bard focused the confusion into a rather simple answer. Hate is
an emotion. There is no why for it, it just is. The simplicity of the bard's
words astounded Armonk. It was so simple, yet so true. Taking the words of
the wordsmith to heart, Ironbeard set forth with a new lust for combat, a
focus unknown to him before.