Role

Chapter 2

The cycle of twilight, midnight, dawn and daylight spiraled at an
increasing rate with each passing day for Ailill. Without the
foundation of the Fortress of Light beneath him, he doubted he
would be able to maintain his footing as the war's ebbs and flows
stretched out behind him and he searched for a means to apply his
efforts best to the battles yet to be waged. His adherence to the
tenents of his faith in his Goddess remained predominant in his
thoughts, waking and dreaming. He strove for perfection in his
elemental arts and in their proper tactical applications. The
way forward remained a shifting path to his aging eyes and his
confidence in his Brother Maran, Squires, Acolytes and Scribes
fueled his determination.

Ailill had slain Feldar and his lackeys and supported the efforts
of the Paladin conclave in the north to the best of his abilities
though the battle lines had not shifted over much in many years.
Holding the line against the never ending onslaught of the taint
was an accomplishment, yet there were no apparent means to bring
the bloodshed to a victorious end. Ailill's devotion to the
triumph of the Light would drive his every action, word and deed
until his dying day.