A matter of honor

(Another character related post)

Kharask slowed his breathing as he took up a position in front of Akrava's door. His meeting with her was enlightening for the dragonborn. He missed his people. Having seen them in Karan-Has and again in Almory, the dragonborn had forgotten how much he had missed them. His training was paying off, and he was becoming strong enough to protect his people. His thoughts traveled to his people, and to the oath he had sworn to Tovik. He was stronger, that much was evident, but his honor, his discipline, they needed to be sharper, needed to be more evident. There were trials in the future of the Two Scars that would require extreme measures, and only by trusting on his oath, on his honor, and on his trained disciplines could he see them through. He knew the others in his company did not have a full comprehension of the extent of Kharasks honor, or even that of his people, but he hoped that there traveling together had bettered them in some form. His thoughts traveled to his comrades. Friends, all of them. But more than that, they had been tested together. He hoped that they would all be alive when there trials finaly concluded, but he knew that more than likely some of them would fall. Erantaelik was becoming more mindful of those around him. He still was somewhat selfish in his attitude of what needed to be done, and wasnt trusting of any situation or event that they had encountered so far. Kharask's belief was that the drow simply lived in a society without honor, without trust. The drow had no real sense of honor, and had shown in the past that he would do what was necessary to accomplish the tasks put before him. Dalanor, like the drow, was also more concerned with his own dealings than with that of other people. Though he had softened somewhat, he was still lacking any real system of honor or code. He was disciplined to be sure, his training had taught him that much, but the silver elf was fairly ruthless, much like the drow, when it came to getting what he wanted. The two were very similar in many ways, though Kharask would never say as much to them. Baerd had no honor at all, a fact that Kharask wants badly to change. Other dwarves could never accept him as he is, and the dwarf as of this point has no real purpose for the his people. What kharask finds sad about the situation is the dwarves reluctance to step out of the pit he had dug for himself, to utilize his anger and hatred to make him something greater, something to be proud of. Surely a dwarf, proud and full of moradins thunder, utilizing a hatred over his enemies for the good of his people would be well respected among his peers. There is much work for him to do, but the dwarf needs only a small amount of discipline, and a step towards finding some form of honor to get moving. His blood would take him the rest of the way. Merric, well the halfling may not have much honor, but he is at least loyal to his friends. Kharask worries about what he might be doing while not under supervision, but he must give his friends his freedom. He pulls the reigns tight when it comes to there contracts, so tries to leave them some space when not performing a task. As for Kharask, he will continue his quest to conquer his foes, fulfill his oath, and become a great leader for his people.

(I'll have more soon)