Role

Chapter 1

It was perplexing how one could go from a state of suspended stasis to
simplywaking up. Yroaveth knew not what to make of it all nor did he
care to. All he knew was that he was finally free, from his dusty tome-like
prison and no mortal or immortal alike could get him to go back. He would do
all in his power to make it so. In this newfound and strange time he realized
the existence of civilization and its inhabitants were bleak and misguided.


Where was the magic?


The Chaos?


The thrill and excitement of a well-planned game or deceptive feat?


Had they all forgotten in his absence that chaos was pleasure and pleasure
was the only emotion worth living for?


It was time to raze this newfound civilization and start over. Return things
to as they were in the beginning Ages. He would remind them, he would remind
them all, just why the trickster always has the last laugh. But first things
first, acclimation was required; he needed to regather himself and commune
with his Lord. The runes etched into his skin glowed faintly letting him know
that the presence of his lord was muted, however his essence was still with
him. Yroaveth recognized what this opportunity was. A blessing- he was
granted another opportunity to sew discord onto the very fragile fabric of
time. Oh how his lord would be pleased when he hears the future tales to
come. He briefly recalled the last thing his lord had told him while he made
his way into the wilderness.


*Always keep your foes confused, if they never know who you are and what you
want- they can never anticipate what youll do next.*