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11-10-2012, 02:34 PM
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Perdita
I was given a sword today, along with a faded tunic. What it is I am supposed to do with these things, I cannot say. How did it come to this? I have never liked violence.
The priests of my city, Erudin, tell me that I am a paladin. I have known real paladins; they are holy warriors, defenders of the weak, and sincerely altruistic people. I'm not any of those things, though there is undeniable evidence that Quellious has blessed me. When I lay my hands upon a person, I am able to heal their wounds. Why would Quellious, in her infinite wisdom, have blessed me with this ability? I am weak-willed, lazy, and unwanted. It's a miracle that I am even alive. I was abandoned, and left to die as a baby, when my mother's husband discovered that I was not his child. He and my mother are both heretics. I was found and raised by a kind erud man, who taught me the ways of Quellious. Peace, love, and compassion. I know these are holy concepts, to be sought after and treasured. There is no peace within me. Angst and dread fill my soul, and I feel restless all of the time. It would be nice to have a purpose, and to discover who I truly am. Maybe I have been granted the opportunity now, with this sword and tunic. The priests and holy knights of the Temple say I show promise. I don't understand what they see in me, but I have accepted their sword and their tunic, and I am going to travel the world, to find myself. Or, more likely, die trying. | ||
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11-10-2012, 02:59 PM
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Well met Noble Paladin.
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12-20-2012, 09:24 PM
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you still alive?
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