Role

Chapter 6

He had always been particular about seeking out and doing well in any job. It
was how his family survived, and he was still always proud to see a job well
done. But, Marshall of the Fortress of Light, marked follower of the
Spearmaiden herself, although he had always treated these as a job, very
special ones, it was time to see them as more than that. These, were not
temporary, there was no point that the job was finished, not in his lifetime,
and it was something he realized now as he took some time for himself, that
these honors were his life now, his own new namesake. He was the last
Sharnodri, but he was not be the last Marshall, the Light willing, and he was
not the only faithful of Baerinika. The path before him now, was to seal
himself into these forever, stop doing the job, and accept that he was now
living the life, the life of not only the Marshall, but one that is a sworn
follower of Baerinika as well, with entwined callings to stand for the Light
against the darkness and be a force that not only held it at bay, but chased
the wicked into the darkness itself, a landslide filling in the darkest
places and snuffing the life from it there.


Snapping out of his drifting thoughts, Rolen scrambled to his feet as his
fishing line snapped sharply under the surface and the pole arched forward.
Pulling the rod free he began playing the fish on the other end he could
already feel was quite large.