Role

Chapter 3

So he made his way from the mountains of his home.

Already he missed the warmth of the forge fires.

Despite the wishes of some, he had no disdain for magic. Indeed, he felt
magic was like any tool to be used to forge something great.

His mind pictured the object he wished to forge. He first pictured a forge
hammer. But that was too simple, and too much for himself. It should be
pure, meant to be held in the hands of the righteous as they cut a swath of
destruction through hordes of duergar and orcs.

But nothing further would come to him. Just vague images. He would need to
temper his mind through battle to really come up with a concrete plan in his
mind.

But what he did think of lead him to his next path - to join the Holy Brigade
of the Phoenix as a squire.

And so he did.