Role

Chapter 10

Ever since the demise of Arstan's old friend Haelior and the mad mummy
Itzenxilaatl, he had not seen Nightwalkers roam Thera. Yet he had drawn
attention from the shadows, hints that Scions of Eternal Night are dormant
but not defeated. And they have been trying to gain him as an ally.

Redclaw (he insists on using his new name now) can easily see what the
Nightwalkers would do to the world should they be unleashed en masse from
their home plane. Though he is unbothered by the death they cause, it is
still great folly to hope to achieve a pact with these creatures: once
numbers are on their side, they can easily overwhelm the mortal magi who
let them in, and devour Thera like they did Maethien.

Additionally, Redclaw dislikes the idea of pacts on principle. He is all
about "freedom", which in his case means no strings attached, whether they
take the form of duties and restrictions (Empire) or caveats and unwanted
consequences (Scion). Even to his Goddess, he only maintains one promise:
to live his undead life in a fulfilling way.

He does, however, think that the resurgence of a powerful faction will stir
the world from its complacent slumber, and that pleases him. He feels almost
compelled to fan this flame, so for the time being he may back the Scions
against his other foes, without throwing in his lot with the faction. He's
also completely open about this: intrigue and secrecy is not his way.

For similar reasons, he wants to see the Orcish clan prosper. To this end,
his old ally Yambul is the next promising Chieftain. And if anything, the
slaughter Shig-Ru leave in their wake provides plenty of bone to gnaw on,
now that the Herald cooking cannot satisfy him anymore.