Role

Chapter 5

I am closer, closer to true dominion in the Empire. A step away from being named Dreadlord
but Zrannaiw stands in my way. I do believe I have the favor of the Emperor, and have
earned the High Priestess' favor showing worth and aiding her and the divines though it
infuriates me that I have never seen this current Dreadlord. The power they wield and yet
the presence of dominance is lack-luster at best. Disappointing really. Of course my goals
do not stop there, with just the seat of Dreadlord, I who serve the Twin Honors,
Lord Destuvius, seek nothing but the top of the pillar, in guild, in status and position,
and in wealth and sophistication. Time will tell.

The war goes on and I do feel a bit of dispair as the battles seem more favored to our
enemies. Not that O don't believe the Emperor, but this grand march they speak of has yet
to show results. We are not the boot that steps on the neck of our enemies and I find myself
rather lacking on subjects who would be lovely for the music I like ot orchestrate. The sound
of a tortured soul, how pleasing, how daunting, how marvelous it is, yet I am far from
sated! This angers me and clouds my reasonable mind at times, but I will not defer.

I want to meet lord Destuvius, though I imagine they have not shared their presence with
me for some reason or another. Perhaps I am not worthy of their perfection, perhaps it is
my human blood that turns his eye blind to me. Whatever the reason, I only find reason
in serving him, yet.

I still debate to myself, what path to my true power will I venture towards. The option of wight
is not an option at all. The mummy seems more reasonable the choice, but the power of the lich,
though less successful in it's approach, yields far more and greater power. A tantalizing
debate of true suffering that turns in my mind about the hopeful future I will provide
to the Empire, once I am successful.