Role

Chapter 1

As darkness overcame his vision, Nimrael paused briefly to contemplate
the path that lead to his crippling exile.

Like many of his brothers born into the wretched society that promotes
females, Nimrael was accustomed to the second or third place amongst
his female siblings. Despite his obvious gift for the arcane, he was
assigned to the ranks of the guards and condemned to a boring life of
mediocrity and swordplay.

But this was not enough for him.

And so he began his treason. Sneaking into the School of Magic, he had
decided to take fate into his own hands. He began to study the ancient
tomes that graced the shelves, soaking in the mystics and the lore as
if it was breath to his lungs and blood to his veins.

But like most treachery in Teth Azeleth, it was uncovered. He would be
punished according to the decree of the Matron. For attempting to gain
vision, his would be taken from him. For attempting to rise above the
status decreed to him, his place amongst his people was revoked.

And so he wandered, blind and alone through a land more dangerous than
his home, empowered only with the sheer determination of a man wronged
and unwilling to die.

And while the entirety of Teth Azeleth assumed him dead...

This was not the end for Nimrael Zau'ghym.

To be continued...