Role

Chapter 3

The beast rose above me with that horrible smile on his face. With a quick
jerk of his head he looked at Lord Danellan who was had already drawn his
sword. The beast lunged at the Danellan and torn the elf's sword from his
hand with his teeth and, picking the elf lord off his feet with ease, brought
him down across his knee. Danellan lay on the ground and did not move. Just
then, two more guards come through the brush and attack. I feel a crack to my
head and see stars. I think I remember hearing the crash of sword and when I
come to, I am on the ground. The beast is standing over the corpses of the
guards. Oh, gods..He has skinned one of them. Is..is he putting the guards
blood into his water skin? He drinks from the skin and I see his skin color
deepen and his muscles seem to grow and surge. The beast throughs the skin on
the ground and licks his lips. He smiles again and speaks pointing to
Danellan, "Imma guess that one's a Lord or somethin". "Hmph, him imma keep.
Maybe them elves'll pay something fur him!" he says, "Bu'for you, I got
somethin sweeter on mah'mind. Bu'ah got somethin tah do first. Jus wait right
here. Ah'll be back mah savior!". He hits me again. I wake in my home. I can
only one one eye from the wounds that I took. The healer that attends me will
not look me in the eye or answer my questions...


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The beast had continued to my beloved Darsylon. The temple was defiled, the
priests there in were killed including my mother and without Danellan there,
many guards, my father being in their ranks fell to the beast as well.


I am lost these days. I should seek forgiveness. I do not know how. There is
a power to mercy that I had never know of before that day. I shall never
again us it without considering the weight of it's actions. I do not think
that is enough..