Role

Chapter 3

It was underneath the embrace of the Tree that Yroaveth plotted and schemed.
Timing was neigh to carry over more precise and flamboyant acts of chaos and
discord. There were many things from his history as The Advisor to one of the
Drowish Queens that he discarded, however utilizing Rhetoric as a powerful
tool was not one of them. So beneath the shade garnered by the Tree of
Outlanders (where he called Home) maybe for an eternity, maybe briefer than
even that; he wrote a missive to address the realms of his return. The return
of the Maw was upon us all, he could feel through the swelling of power
within him.


He could feel it within the newfound intensity of the winds.


He could hear it from laughs, in the open night air.


He could see it in the way discord played tricks in every corner of Thera.


So he decided to share this with Thera via acts that made his blood pump.
From spreading plagues and pestilence to showcasing the true destruction of
Ancients Ire. Along with strategic and deceptive maneuvers that were
always serving a means to an end. His power with the tongue and willingness
to throw caution to the wind; would bring back his name amongst the masses.
As both a bar tale and warning for the masses that Discord was ripe within
Thera oncemore; trust not the things that go bump in the night.