Role

Chapter 1

Growing up in Seantryn Modan, Darbod spent most of his free time lurking
around the palace. The constant parade of royalty and dignitaries fascinated
him. With envious eyes he watched as the royal family's visitors arrived
covered in jewels and followed by their many servants. He heard the stories
of lavish banquets and balls happening behind the palace walls. He saw
wealth, power, respect, and he desperately wanted it for himself. To get on
the right track, he started by trying to look the part.

Instead of looking and sounding like a common minotaur, Darbod wanted to have
that air of royalty about him. As he watched and listened around the palace
he also imitated. He memorized phrases and postures of those with power and
would practice them later in front of a mirror. By plundering the royal trash
and stealing from a guard outpost, he made himself a suit out of royal cloth
and armor. It may have been obvious to others it was all a facade, but Darbod
believed he looked and sounded like one of the people that visited the palace.
He even started calling himself Darbod Nobletaur, the most dignified sounding
last name he could think of.