Role

Chapter 1

In Rolen's mind, he is, and always will be, the base born elf he entered this
world as.


He doesn't have this frame of mind in the sort of self loathing, or self
pity, or any sort of negative connotation, he has this frame of mind in that
his life it one that nothing has ever, or ever will be just given to him, he
will have to earn it by working harder, and more persistently than anyone
else that would be given it otherwise. This is the basis for hit courage, to
face being owed nothing, and finding a way to earn it anyhow.


Rolen was born to impoverished elves that lived around Darsylon. They were
not beggars, they didn't hunt, they just did not have much other than each
other. They worked for what they had, doing any job offered to them, for
whatever coin that was offered. His first work was to clean the styes of a
pair of boars a nearby neighbor had trapped in the woods. They were to be
fatted up for a few years before being sold to the King's court for a feast,
and neighbor that caught them didn't really want to do the nasty work
himself.


Rolen didn't mind it, it was a steady source of coin for the family for the
time he did it, and he got to help haul the butchered carcasses to the city
when the job was done. It was there, for the first time that he saw the
riches and finery that life had to offer, and it was also then that he saw
that perhaps someday he could earn a part of that for himself.


His menial work continued from that day in the city, for himself and his
family as well, but from that day Rolen showed the courage within him by
aspiring, and working for, more than this life. He started with training his
body. He saw the soldiers guards in the city, and how strong and imposing
they all looked. He knew to be like them, he would have to train like them.
This led to other work, like picking up a broken hoe shaft one day and
swinging it, not for working the soil, but to strike at a target. He did this
until his hands bled from the work, but he knew that this would be how he
could find jobs that needed that sort of skills.


More hardship than the usual came for Rolen after he had started this added
work of training himself for other work. A famine had fallen on the kingdom
of Darsylon, and the lowest of peoples felt it the most. Game was scarce,
crops were poor, and jobs did not exist for a time. It was over these seasons
that he was left alone as the last of his family name, Sharnodri, the rest of
his family weakened by the famine and succumbing to natural causes their
bodies could not withstand in their weakened state. It was no bodies fault,
and kindness came from many over those long months, but everyone need take
care of their own in lean times, and to the Sharnodri name, there was not
enough to take care of each other.

cont.