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A Paladin, upon seeing so many creatures of darkness get riled up for something, simply stands like this: And says "What are they doing over there?" Were she aware of the wonk's death... perhaps she would have joined them in their crusade. Alas, she was oblivious, and so the 'Thill kept traveling, dismissing their excitement as something mundane.

I like the idea/concept but some parts come off very spook-esque. I don't like, for example though I'm sure other parts fit in here too, the idea of Paladins being able to basically brand people to feel bad if they badmouth Xan or Paladins, it seems very uh...not Paladin-y. Also I wish the Sunwell creation required either specifically the lead Paladin's blood OR a spook's blood, the implication of potentially 'draining' some innocent civilian of blood to create it doesn't fit the paladin narrative. Well written though.

Post ur dog

"What?" Aobh had been caught off guard- she had just seen Absolon a couple of Saint's Days prior, alive. By that night she was packed once more, departing from the Spire in Elysium for another solo expedition up into the frozen lands near Norland. Upon reaching where the Elysium guard's tower had once stood she'd give pause, signing the Lorraine. "Enjoy the afterlife with your oem'ii old llir." With that the Paladin continued off into the wild solitude to reflect.

oh my god

Okay but you're also not the only poster on this thread my queen, I was responding somewhat to other replies and just agreeing that I share Epi's sentiment. Sorry to offend xoxo

This. Can we just acknowledge that realistically grooming/nonce issues are unrelated to two characters FTBing. Most predators I've heard about, that come to mind immediately, on the server never had a 'romantic' IRP relationship with their victim.

Poggers my king

What times/timezone do you usually play in too? That might help narrow it down a bit. :)

Aobh awkwardly rubs at the back of her head while she reads the missive. "What happened to that sweet oem'ii who loved the story about the velveteen cat so much..." She'd trail off, her normally stoic visage visibly distraught, holding a deep frown. "Whatever it is you're fighting, oem'ii, I hope you win." She'd exhale, lighting a candle and praying for the man.

1.12 war server when?

Thank you, Joel.

Off in the snow fields of the north, a lone Paladin wanders. She had never been a social being, having few friends even in her youth. The decades, just over a century's worth, had been unable to change that. The absence of her husband had caused her anti-social behaviors to worsen, yet still she found herself returning to Elysium on occasion, still found her thoughts wandering to what had become of her adoptive mother. Distant cousins by blood and having had many disagreements over morality among other things, she still held some reverence for the elfess who had taken her in all those years ago in Haense. Her exhales came as an icy cloud as the blonde, scarred paladin wandered across the tundra. "Maybe it would have been better for you to stay a tavernkeep. Boring, ti, but safer, easier. You weren't born to handle the pain, both physical and mental that comes with the horrors we've seen and experienced over the years..." Her face contorts in a grimace as the bitter cold causes mangled, long healed dragon-fire burns to ache anew along her shoulder. Briefly, her mind wanders to the day Tarathiel had been dragged into the Haense hospital, to when she had helped remove the elfess' arm after the Wick's betrayal. Finally finding the cave she had sought, Aobh signs the Lorraine and begins preparing a place to rest, a shaggy, foul tempered dog trotting in a few paces after her, flopping down across her lap at the end of the night. "But this is your path now, and I will light candles and pray for you, that you do not stray from it after one meeting with deceivers."

"Xan is simply the man." Says a master Paladin, head bobbing to the beat as she smiths a new blade. She couldn't be certain, but she was nearly confident that the blade had turned out all the better for the track blasting in the background.

Eyes of tarnished silver glow with simplistic wroth. "Haelun." Aobh said simply at the sight of the missive, knuckles white from how tightly she held the piece of paper, arms shaking, breathing shaky as her thoughts ran wild. Briefly, her veins shimmered with that same hue, particles of Xannic mist weaving along her fingertips before an exhale dispersed it all. "What were you doing alone..." And so she began what small preparation she could for the journey.