Role

Chapter 1

Many years went by while Njaal travelled the land destroying enemies of his Lord and the
Empire. He fought the storm giants on Mount Kiadana for so many years that he is aware of
all their hiding places and weaknesses. Many of his enemies fell for the power granted to him
by Lord Khasotholas. Yet Njaal controlled his lust for blood. He knew that it was more
important to plan for the future. The pleasure of slaying a fool would just last for hours, but
the usefullness of the same fool could last for years. It is much better to let them live and
serve his Lord. Slowly he builded up a network of allies from all races and trades in Thera.
Good preparations are half the work, and now he had a solid fundament for the work ahead of
him. A few tried to stand against him, but they died learning that there is dark and cruel side
that few see. Those who would not listen to wisdom were put to death.

His power within the Empire grew steadily by doing favors to the blades and blacks while
reminding them that one day his favors should be repayed. To many of them were to greedy
for trinkets and personal gain for his taste, but they had to do for now. The agressive and not
to smart minotaur Varik created a war with the magic hating barbarians. Njaal thought it was
not time for such a war yet as there was still resistance in the Fortress and Grove. We should
not drain our resources to much before we had totally crushed the resistance on the fronts
there already was battle. However this turn of events made it possible for Njaal to conspire for
the position as high priest. He would lead the divine sect into the new era. As he saw it there
was none better suited among the divine to lead the Empire to greater glory.