Role

Chapter 9

For years, he assumed his life was going to end on Jazhi's ship.
Then he thought it might end with a berserker chopping off his head.
That his fate may be to become just a zombie in the Dread Lord's army.
That he would die in a crypt, drained of life by angry specters.
Or, in a cruel twist of fate, perhaps even peacefully in his bed.

He was only right about one thing: he WAS going to die.

Now, after crawling out of his grave, he tries to collect his thoughts,
thinking to write them down. Still awkward with his clawed fingers, he
uncorks the ink bottle and reaches for the pen, but drops the damn thing
right away with an angry hiss. Accursed silver!

Having become undead, unsurprisingly, his personality has experienced a
radical shift. Less rational, less considerate of allies. More brooding,
more prone to rage. Definitely not fun at parties. He cannot appreciate many
things he used to, but the fire in his soul demands new experiences. Perhaps
he can still write, when he can find another pen: this is one of the few
possible ways for him to still express creatively.

He's not necessarily always murderous even now. That would be too simple.
But he'll be inclined to bring death unto life in inspiring ways, if he can,
and remind the still living just how fragile everything they have is.