Role

Chapter 3

Inside the safe "haven" of Voralian city, Maergroek and his mother
received strange stares. Indeed, it is an uncommon sight for a dwarf
and duergar to be traveling together, let alone having ties of kinship.
Word quickly spread throughout the street of this strange sight and
shortly after, a large crowd appeared. Amid the heckling and jeering,
Maergroek's mother stood tall and proud, defiant in the face of their
tormentors. A single rock flew out, striking Maergroek squarely on his
head, sending him reeling to the ground. One became two and two became
many. Covering her beloved son with her own body, Maergroek's mother
took the brunt of the vicious attack. By the time the peacekeepers
were able to restore order, Maergroek was covered in cuts in bruises.
Worse yet, his mother lay lifeless on the ground beside him. No one
lay accountable for the atrocity that had been committed. As such,
anger boiled within his being, unearthing the dark side of his heritage.
Seeing the hate, ridicule, and lack of guilt on the faces of these
"righteous" people, Maergroek quickly realized that that he and they,
deep down inside, were truly not so different. He at least, had the
strength to embrace it.