Role

Chapter 4

What a feeling! To even feel at all is enough, but ever since my cold
awakening, lost, and without memory, I've been watching this mass I call a
body move about the world. Today, for the first time, I truly felt inside,
wrapped in my shell, in my hide, my skin.


I stood before the gates, guarding the Fortress as an Empire Blade and his
Bard lackey approached. The Empire thought to send those that my brothers and
sisters in the Fortress could not touch. They could aid me though - wrapped
in the magics of my companions I stood against the dark souls and drove them
off. It was a victory for all present, but for me it was the first time I had
shown I could so directly keep my oath to shield and preserve the Light. I
wish to stand there for all time, never allowing a dark soul past me while I
live.


But so quickly the warmth within me fades... I am not a Maran, furiously
hunting the Dark. And on reflection, my yearning is ultimately for
martyrdom...but why? I do not need to die to protect others, and to seek
death, or even worse, to seek recognition or glory through that death is
clearly a path into darkness.


I will preserve the Light where I find it, acting without hestitation even if
I must sacrifice myself. But I must not let emotion drive me, thoughtlessly,
to action. My purpose is clear, but I need a plan. I will think on it, and
confer with the leaders for guidance once I have one.