Inferno

Chapter 1: "Dreams" - Volara

After initial introductions and formalities, the group agreed to continue discussion and plans on the following morning. As for sleeping arrangements, there was Falco's room, a guest bedroom, and a lounge couch in the living room. Falco took his bed, Tareg the guest bedroom and thus, the two non-humans were left figuring things out.

"The battlefield offers little comfort, so, Felyne, I am requisitioning this couch," Said Huroc, retiring on the plush sofa.
"well, as for me, this fireplace looks to be a wondrous place to take a cat-nap," mewed Volara, curling into a ball.

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Try as he might, Volara could not sleep. It wasn't the fact that the captain of the guard lay 20 ft from him; nor the fact that he was alone in a room with a very dangerous Orc. No, what bothered Volara was his role in all this. How could a simple Rogue, even one as skilled as he, ever hope to take down the Dark One, when so many have tried and never even came close? And why did he feel like the odd man *cough*, er.. Cat, out? Everyone else here knew and respected one another, but Volara was found in a cage, as a master criminal. There was know doubt they were all suspicious of him.

"It's not like I chose this life, it chose me" Volara muttered.

Born to parents unknown, Volara was raised in an orphanage on the outskirts of Nitah, a fishing village. Sadly and predictably, Volara was the only felyne there. Alone, abandoned and abused, Volara quickly learned to fend for himself. And as a result, Volara discovered his Claw, called different things in different tongues, Claw's were essentially special abilities that everyone in the Land of Astra possessed; it was as natural as breathing. No two powers were the same, each was unique in its own way. There were many similar powers of course, but no equals. Volara's was one that could be grouped into invisiblity, but yet, not quite. When active, Volara's Claw made him appear as a shadow caught in ones peripheral, there, but not there. For many years Volara used this trick to survive, until one day the Rogues invited him to work for them. Accepting, he quickly scaled the racks, proving himself to be both skillful in the art of thievery and a natural leader. Growing in rank and skill, Volara found his family, a band of brothers and sister, and yes, this was the thieves guild but none of them would ever leave a man, or cat, behind. 5 years later, Volara was proclaimed leader of the Kastryl Rogues. And then he ended up in this mess...

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