Role

Chapter 3

The sweet pain coming from the hot air of the forge made Njaal grin with pleasure. The
darkened mithril rod was lying blazing red among the coal. He grabbed the rod by its handle and turned
slowly towards the dwarf who was chained against the wall. Guttural sounds coming from the
dwarven prisoner made Njaal smile even broader. There was nothing left to extract from this
paladin. For a week the dwarf had lasted, but now all he ever knew was told and his tounge
had been cut out last night. It was just the pleasant finish of his work left. Slowly walking
towards his victim Njaal thanked his Lord for blessing him with such a rewarding task.

Njaal Hedingsblot soon showed extraordinary gifts in his fathers profession as torturer. For
many years he used his gifts for Aran Gird and his race. Yet the limitation of his king's plans
and the chaos that he saw in his city made him grow restless. He knew there could be so much
more to life than mithril and slaying dwarves. From his prisoners he had heard the truth about
the surface of Thera. How an Empire was rising to shape all of Thera. It was something that
would outlast himself and Aran Gird. He would venture to the surface to make the path clear
among the mortals for his Lord. The dream should be forfilled.