Role

Chapter 2

Etarekoth has been given the Chancellorship by
Mekantos. He is...dissapointed that he cannot command
the magical powers of the Chancellor. With time
perhaps, though in truth he would prefer a blade
if correctly made. As the harnessing of magical
energies bring Euphoria to a magus, the cold and
unfeeling touch of iron serves to remind Etarekoth
of his true purpose in this mortal existence.

His prays to the Lord of Legends have
continually gone unanswered. The Archmage
once said that the best artisians of Etarekoth's
craft were not well known - that such is the
nature of the beast. Due to these events,
Etarekoth has come to the conclusion that
the path to immortality for himself does not
lie with the Lord of Legends. Instead
of seeking Kastellyn's mark, Etarekoth has created
his own, that of the withered black rose, which is
tattooed on his right wrist. Like the rose, the
life of a mortal is but a drop in the river of time,
to be remembered the life must bloom as the rose,
and it's bloom must out-do all of the other
roses, which can be but weeds when compared to it.

Etarekoth has also taken an interest in matters
concerning the Fold, both past and present. He seeks
to find out how contact was first made between the
planes, and by whom. Furthermore, Etarekoth seeks
knowledge of the Greater Ccul'Gra. The Archmage has
indicated that answers will be dependant on his
performance on Chancellor, so Etarekoth shall bide
his time and rebuild the strength of the Fold.
In truth, he would prefer to find such answers by
himself, and he has sought answers within the library
of Kteng, though he has so far uncovered no tomes that
might provide him with such knowledge.