Role

Chapter 1

As Kocet grew his hatred for the shadows also grew.
The shadows had corrupted his parents, and brought them death.
The mage lured them with promises of gold only to strike them down..
Yet it was in Kocet's blood to walk silently.
And so he did, yet the disdain he carried for other shadow walkers remained.
They were all corrupted by the shadows, victims to their greed of secrets.
They hid only to strike when it best fit them.
Kocet believed the shadows were corrupt.
Yet, he learned that they also were agents of death.
As he grew he heard of tales of bands of warriors ravaging whole legions of mages.
Tearing them limb from limb, he heard of assassins slitting the mages throats as they emerged from their guilds.
Leaving the warm corpses to drain along the roads...
He learned the shadows were his greatest weapon, the bringer of his sword, and the concealing of his wounds.
Yes, Kocet learned this, and yet only he knew their corruption.
Only he had felt their powers destroy his parents so long ago.
As one can imagine my friend, Kocet developed a disdain for all of those except himself..
An arrogance that only he knew the true secrets of the shadows...
A chip off his beak... perhaps as we Arials say...
In order to hear more of this tale.. perhaps another drink?