Role

Chapter 2

She had found the temple in the mountains, having gone up the river and found
the steps. She now sat in silent meditation, listening to the breeze and
sounds of the mountain around her. Every once in a while she could make out
the sounds and lower voices of the twins in the garden which gave her comfort
and alleviated some of the intense loneliness that she had felt since her
exile. Though she tried not to think about it, she would always find herself
thinking about that horrible day.


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walking in the forest hoping that I would run into Lord Danellan. I heard
that he had gone out on patrol to investigate whispers of orcs in the area.
Walking the forest trail, a guttural roar broken the silence followed by a
high-pitched squeal as if something in pain. I pause for a few
seconds...nothing, nothing..silence. Then stomping and the cracks of branches
in just ahead in the trail behind me. I move quietly to the clearing where I
heard the ruckus and see a huge beast of an orc on the ground, covered in
blood. I smell the stench of his blood and body already and the closer I get,
the more repulsive his is. His iron armor is hideously adorned with half
rotted skulls and fur with blood caked on it. As if the iron were not enough
there is something in me that is crying out about him. "Wrong. Twisted.
Vile". But there came a whimper from him. Through his heavy breathing almost
to faint to hear. A whimper of something that is helpless and scared and
alone. I am moved by something beyond my repulsion. I begin to dress his
wounds without regard to my repulsion or reason even burning myself on his
armor but I keep going. And I begin to pray, calling on the gods of Light.
The bleeding stops, the breathing slows and the whimpering in silenced.
"Ha!, looks like you did our work for us!", I hear in a familiar elven voice
behind me. Lord Danellan is behind me just emerging from the woods into the
clearing. He has a smile on his face, but as he walks closer, his cheerful
expression changes, first to inquisitive then to confused then to angry.
"What have you done", he says. I am looking at him. I am at a loss for words.
"What have I done?" I hear a soft chuckle behind me and turn to face a the
wide toothy grin of the beast that I had aided as his rose from the ground.