Role

Chapter 4

Marbacal took to the teachings like a duck to water, or an aboleth
to slavery, or sahuagin to shark meat. Whatever the analogy, he
learned it quickly and efficiently. As he grew up he did not take
the path of the fisherman, but spent his time waylaying and thieving
on the waters as best he could. He learned piracy in the most simple
way and LOVED it.

He never cared for the coins treasured by many, instead he saw that
there was much more value in treasured objects. Something that was
small could be worth five galleons of gold coins, and he could carry
it. He sought no coins at all, and instead lived off the land and
waters. Learning to love everything that was wild, while coveting
everything that was infamous or legendary. Treasures were his weakness
but in that also, born out of treasures, and hiding them, found
his path in life.

For each treasure he found, he could not carry it all, thus he would
find a way off spot in the lands, make an X, draw up a simple
map, and bury the treasure for later finding. No matter what, when
he returned to the spot, the X was gone, but the treasure was always
there. The Lady of Thar Eris always kept it safe. Every time
She kept his most treasured things safe for him, and out of this
strange mutual respect, Marbacal unknowingly, or knowingly, became
an agent for the Lady. An agent for the Ancients, and an agent
for the war to come.