The coals in the brazier provided little light in the rapidly darkening room. Rokashay was dimly 
aware of the two men arguing not 20 feet from him their robed figures silhouetted by the 
setting sun. A sudden gust of chill wind, coming in through the wide opening in the side of the 
building beyond the two men, caused his robes to temporarily separate themselves from his 
sweat drenched body.									
							
"Sayeh Oleten the sun is setting you have had your three years. While I admit that you have 
achieved more than I thought possible with this Orc he is still unable to obtain the still mind. 
Look at him the simplest of my spells brings him to bay"					
											
Standing facing the men Rokashay realised he could not move any part of his body. He could 
see the spear he had been training with was still in his hands but could not feel it.		
											
"The sun has not yet set and his time is not yet up Kel Renha"				
											
"Sayeh Olten I will accept that you have tamed his nature and made him respectful of our 
ways and authority"									
							
Rokashay recalled the beatings in his first year, the days without food and water. The 
enlightenment that order and respect for the Brotherhood is all.				
											
"You have taught him to read and write"							
									
The hours he had spent with quill and ink and in the library. The scars on his arms and wrists 
still bore testament to his mistakes in that long teaching					
											
"You have taught him the basic disciplines of the passive way. I bow to your skill in achieving 
all of that with the most stupid Roka I could find."						
										
Stupid Roka. He had not known what that meant when he was first brought here. Stupid Roka 
his fellow apprentices had taunted him. Stupid Orc.					
											
"But a wager is a wager. The still mind was the goal and he has not achieved it"		
											
Stupid Roka, Ugly Roka how he hated that how he had wanted to smash their faces. Those 
thoughts had just brought him more beatings and more enlightenment. Order and respect for 
the Brotherhood is all. He had read books that spoke of human and elven magic that could 
make you smarter. Ancient relics that could put people in awe of you. How he craved those 
magics what he wouldn't do. Who he wouldn't kill.					
											
As the sun slowly dipped below the horizon and the temperature in the room began to drop 
Rokashay felt his own temperature rising. Not just the warm glow he sometimes felt when he 
perfected a new move or bested an opponent but a burning inferno of rage. Stupid Roka.	
											
The sun finally disappeared plunging the room into near total darkness as the warm glow of 
Rokashay's anger spread to his fingertips. He felt the spear in his hand. Who were these 
humans to bend him to their ways to make him forget who he was? With a bellow of rage the 
spear flew from his hand.								
								
Rokashay could see his target clearly through the darkness as the spear sped on. He saw a 
change in the pallor of Kel Renha's skin as some magical protection flashed into being. But it 
was not enough to stop the righteous fury that guided the spear to his heart. The broad blade 
of the spear cut it's way through Kel Renha's body emerging on the far side and sending him 
crashing to the floor to lie twitching like a fish on a hook as his lifeblood spread across the 
marble.											
					
Stupid Roka.										
						
Sayeh Olten spun toward Rokashay. So fast. So quick with a scalding hand or stick when 
Rokashay needed enlightenment.							
									
Hold the Line! Rokashay remembered the cry of his sergeant as the Heavy cavalry had 
charged toward them.  Hold the Line!  He had been but a child then.			
											
Sayeh Olten leapt toward Rokashay. The distance the man could cover in one bound was 
unbelievable.										
						
Hold the Line! He was no longer a child.							
									
Sayeh Olten came feet first. Rokashay waited as he approached seemingly in slow motion. 
Hold the Line! Rokashay brought his huge hands up plucking him out of the air before he 
struck like snatching an apple from a tree. Then down he brought him down across his knee. 
A final strain of Rokashay's muscles was rewarded with a crack as Sayeh Olten's spine 
snapped.										
						
Rokashay looked down at his teacher. Unable to move Sayeh Olten lay looking up at 
Rokashay.										
						
"I won Rokashay. Renha was wrong you remembered what I taught you. You mastered the 
still mind"										
						
Rokashay placed his hand on either side of Sayeh Olten's head.				
											
"No Sayeh I remembered what I am."							
									
With a twist Rokashay ripped Sayeh Olten's head from his shoulders.			
											
"Orc"											
				
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Since his escape from the Scarlet Brotherhood Rokashay has been hiding out in 
Shadowshore. Selling his services as an enforcer for various street gangs while he decides 
what to do next.

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Rokashay (Rock-a-shay, from the Suel meaning Orc Fist).				

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Orc

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Neutral

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Barbarian (1) / Orc Paragon (2-4) / Monk (5-6) / Fighter (7)