Role

Chapter 2

Doused in Her waters, harbinging souls to the
river, Croder is growing into his bark and
branches at a quick pace.

From seedling to sapling, he grows strong and
stern. Stoic and unjudging eyes he sees all
that are tainted, defiling, or a pox to the
very lands that have sprouted his vengeance.

From the waters that have given him life, grow
his body, the same waters will float the souls
of his wrath into the Eddies.

Discovering friendship and belonging for the first
time now, he has heeded the wisdom of Her, and
sets his eyes now to a coven of rebels that are
mostly in tune to his personal charter.

Planting his roots firmly and extending his branches
for all to see, the fruits and leaves he shakes
to the earth to regrow, as he too, shakes the very
souls of the blind, drowning them in the wake
of their misdeeds and giving them another chance
to rise from the waters and become one with the lands.