Role

Chapter 4

Let us face facts, Bren is not completely unafraid of the Lich. Yet despite this he was talked into
attempting to ambush that blasted thing. Trepidation? No, no, no, well, maybe. Despite this the
intrepid invoker went out to do battle. With an excellent killer. He did precisely what he was
told to do. In the end he did nothing more. But it appears to be enough, because the lich fell to
his intrepid companion. While Bren was trying not to kill the wolf that he accidentally hit with a
bolt of chaotic lightning, The intrepid elder of the tree finished the task and stood triumphant over
the lich. Bren sheepishly walked in hoping noone heard all of the yelling. In the end the phylacteries
were sacrificed to honor the Ancients and one in particular. It was neatly done, yet now he was known
by the lich as someone to watch. It is hoped that the cat will grow bored with the, ahem.
Bren continues to grow the tree yet he is concerned that few reavers are about. The tree feels, too
peaceful and he himself is not comfortable putting on the warror mage garments. The elder of the
tree seems to take on this as a force of nature when he is about and Bren truly respects his prowess.
yet the elder is growing, um, a bit grey. Time will out and fate will follow. What comes is meant to
be.