Role

Chapter 11

I etch these words upon this sturdy parchment to recount a recent encounter
with none other than our resolute Maran, Chulzor-often fondly dubbed the Giant
Chulzor. His indomitable spirit and unwavering resolve surge in tandem with
the relentless influx of those accursed Empire miscreants invading our sacred
ranks. Engaging in heartfelt discourse with ChuChu, as we've come to call him,
presents a challenge, for he is a creature of simple and unadorned nature. His
wellspring of strength flows chiefly from hearty victuals and unyielding
exertion, a stark contrast to my own spiritual communion with the Lady. I
daresay their connection mirrors that of a noble steed and its master-an
aspect I approach with the utmost reverence, for it treads upon delicate
terrain.

ChuChu's lineage traces back to a humble tribe, but the capricious hand of
nature, which he terms a "sea avalanche," ejected him from their fold and
deposited him within an unfamiliar expanse. There, he chanced upon the
Lizardfolk, who extended their benevolence and shelter unto him. Alas, their
lives met a grisly end at the hands of tainted souls, shrouded in darkness-a
harrowing tragedy that has guided the course of his life, fueling the fierce
determination that blazes within him and propelling him unwaveringly toward
his resolute quest to join our esteemed ranks.

In the moments unburdened by the clamor of war or the impending tempest of
battle, ChuChu devotes himself to the venerable art of stone-shifting, toiling
ceaselessly to amass strength that knows no bounds. As wars surge and subside,
and the ages steadfastly advance, one constant remains unshaken-the undying
desire within ChuChu to move mountains, both literal and metaphorical.

Within the echoing chambers of our hallowed fortress, let it resound that
ChuChu's spirit burns with the unyielding fervor of a true Maran. His
unrelenting commitment stands as a steadfast bulwark for the noble cause we
all cherish.