Role

Chapter 9

Bazz sits cross legged on the floor of his guildhall, eyes closed, staff and
whip laid on either side. Humming quietly, he focuses intently on
manipulating portions of the skin on his face.

Lyeeth is dead. Horrindyr gone. Many others simply faded away.

He feels his grief is an ocean. First he is in the midst of a storm, lost and
thrown by the waves. After time he finds his way out, but even in the calm
ocean, large waves still arise and are endured. He focuses. Starting on his
left cheek, wrapping up around his eye, he causes the skin to darken, and
traces of a stylized ocean wave appear. Over the course of several minutes it
fills with teardrop images. As each forms, he contemplates a different friend
he has lost.

On the other side of the grief he feels his love for the world, his brethren
in arms, Lady Azorinne, and the love he has found by and for himself within
it all. He feels that love bathing him in the warmth of a sun, and hopes he
reflects some of it back. Focusing again, and starting at his right temple,
he causes traces on his skin to lighten into the image of an eclipsed sun,
rays of light bursting forth across his forehead and down his right cheek. As
each forms, he thinks of a different joy he has felt, or a different
friendship he has cherished.