Role

Chapter 3

Made mostly of wood, bones, and various hides the largest hut within the
village had a rather imposing and grisly appearance coupled with the
constant scent of death and decay. Occasional screams of pain and pleads
for help and mercy would echo through the village, originating from this
hut. Before the large entrance was a dirt path which was lined with
skulls in various stages of decomposition mounted atop crude stakes.
Within the hut a fire burned and a lone figure sat before it, tending to
his weapons and looking over various texts which he had piled to his
right. This massive figure wore only a ragged loincloth and sweat
glistened off of his heavily scarred ebony flesh. His large locks of
ruddy hair clung to his skin and a few seemed to tangle in with his thick
beard. A scream for help filled the hut and his dark eyes locked onto a
naked figure tied in the back of the hut, the red rim which outlined them
seemed to almost glow in the dim light of the fire. Instantly she fell
silent and he returned to his work, tending the ancient weapon that came
with his position as Commander and studying the texts of war.

As Borkahd sat there he thought back over his life thus far. He
remembered how his father had died and how he had left home with but a
handful of his clan. He remembered the path which led him to this village
and the struggle he faced as he grew. He recalled his first meeting with
Lady Yean and how much he has learned since then, how much stronger he
has become and how intense the fire has grown within himself. He
remembered when the Rites were called, shortly after he joined the
village, and the challenge of growing enough to participate. He recalled
the Rites and the difficulty he had facing those who were much more
advanced in their studies but still rose to become the strongest of the
strong, the Commander of Battle. He remembered facing his brother and
recalled the wounds he had endured to defeat him in combat and how that
was one of the first times he truly became one with the battle.

His life has not seen comfort and he is glad, comfort breeds weakness. It
has been full of trials, wins, and defeats. He has studied hard but not
only from texts but from his own perceptions and experiences as well. He
has faced outnumbering odds many times and often escaped the victor. He
has made the village stronger through example, a firm hand, and guidance.
Borkahd is glad that this is his life, one of true strength. He knows he
will never stop growing or learning and in turn he will never stop
growing stronger, his inner fire will continue to rage and consume his
foes.

His current goals are to continue leading the warriors of the village and
help it, as a whole, to grow stronger. He plans to study more about
psychological warfare soon, he has found a good text on it that was
written by a drow, and he hopes to earn the mark of his goddess one day.