Role

Chapter 3

When I look back on what my life may have been like, living a life of
aristocracy and theory in the halls of Darsylon, I realize how grateful
I am for the rough, unpredictable path of the would-be Maran that I now
walk. Over the years I have become a warrior that, I can say with no
sense of pride, I would have admired when I was younger. I owe my freedom,
my talent, and my peace of mind to the Skyborn, for it was He that called
me to arms and set me on the path of victory.

Despite all of that, I long for two things in life: a reunification with
my estranged House, and a return to the beautiful isle from whence my
destiny was shaped. There will be plenty of time for Falistad and the
Arath'myrr when I am too old or brittle to fight, but I feel a more pressing
need to mend the wounds of my family that were, all things considered, my
fault. I know in my heart that Shokai would not have guided me away from
them without the intention of bringing me back. I believe it was in His
design that I join the Holy Brigade, and in so doing become something greater
than anyone in my House had achieved for eons. Perhaps I can clear away the
stagnant air that lingers among my people and bring them back out of obscurity.

I am not the only Avynnduil who has the strength to bear arms for the Lord.