Role

Chapter 1

A towering ebony giant stood before a large hut, the scent of death and
decay carried strongly in the nights breeze. He watched silently as the
members of this village moved about in the dark night. Some sat near
fires cleaning the bones of recently slain mages, others sharpened their
blades, and yet others simply lounged and drank ale deeply.

The giant considered his past and how far he has came, he thought about
what he was and what he has turned into. He is a beast, a dark predator.
At times he does not even feel mortal, it is as if he is on another plane
of existence and so much different from the others. Perhaps all of his
actions have changed him even more so then the other ebony giants, drow,
or deep dwarves. Perhaps he is more. His inner flames have grown strongly
and at times he believes that he can actually see them, black tendrils of
translucent flames that dance upon his dark and scarred flesh. He wonders
if others can as well.

Foes who once hunted him now tremble at his name and scurry out of his
path like pathetic insects startled by a torch in a dark cave. He
considered the way that he feels large, larger then what he truly is. He
always feels as if he is looking down upon the other members of Thera,
almost as if they are not even truly there. He may fall but yet he knows
that he is the strongest warrior in Thera but it seems like so much more.

The massive giant furrows his brow for a moment in silent regard and
turns to his hut, walking along the bone path to its wide entrance.
Pushing the tanned flesh tarp aside, he hungrily focuses his attention on
a beaten elf. Screams and cries for mercy and death echo through the
darkened village. The screams go unanswered.