GaldorXII
Dalayan Beginner
A Taldorian, proud, and full of spirit. This Paladin was a shining light for all who lurked in the darkness and those covered by darkness.
And after a long time of studying and scholaring within the Paladin's guild of Newport, Ruenki finally stepped foot onto the soil that was surrounding Newport, and leading to the Centaur Hills.
Ruenki slips his armor gently over his leathery skin and lifts his shield high, blocking the light of the sun and examining the shield for faults.
It had been some time since the shield took any blows and Ruenki wouldn't let down his companions with a faulty shield.
The dully glowing blad in the corner of the brick house, that Ruenki had called home for a year, lay... noticably brighter by the fact that the Paladin was looking at it.
The blade's hilt was a fine peice of metal with the leather wrappings around it and a ruby pummel stone. Ruenki was proud to have acquired this blade at such a low standings with Malath.
Though, through his travels he'd found a guild, one of true virtue and honor. The Black Hammer Mercenaries.
The Taldorian smiled as he looked to his bedside and saw the drawn picture of the guildmembers laughing and playing. Then after finishing the thought Ruenki laughed, but not because something was funny, but because he found it ironic that he'd sworn to the Black Hammers that he'd be back earlier and that he'd be back soon.
Ruenki felt horrible, knowing he'd shuned his new found family and friends for the study of his god, but was such thought blasphamy? No... just idle thinking.
The frog's feet plopped over to the corner of the room where his breastplate sat in the corner along with his sword, the sword grew brighter as the Taldorian got closer, as if the blade was calling for him to return.
And he would, return...he would.
Ruenki lifted the breastplate up and slide it onto his body, fastening the straps and clips to get the armor tight. He'd gained some weight over the period he'd not been traveling, but the pounds wouldn't last long once he hit the trails.
Next, was the overlaying cloth, that was a scabard. And on this scabard bore the mark of the Black Hammer!
Ruenki had finally, in a year's time, replaced his dull clothings with that of his former self, a true Paladin never forgot his teachings, or his guild!
The blade grew brighter and then gained a holy aura as Ruenki's hands clasped the hilt, sheathing the sword in his belt.
Soon, within the next day... he'd leave Newport, and return to the guild.
And after a long time of studying and scholaring within the Paladin's guild of Newport, Ruenki finally stepped foot onto the soil that was surrounding Newport, and leading to the Centaur Hills.
Ruenki slips his armor gently over his leathery skin and lifts his shield high, blocking the light of the sun and examining the shield for faults.
It had been some time since the shield took any blows and Ruenki wouldn't let down his companions with a faulty shield.
The dully glowing blad in the corner of the brick house, that Ruenki had called home for a year, lay... noticably brighter by the fact that the Paladin was looking at it.
The blade's hilt was a fine peice of metal with the leather wrappings around it and a ruby pummel stone. Ruenki was proud to have acquired this blade at such a low standings with Malath.
Though, through his travels he'd found a guild, one of true virtue and honor. The Black Hammer Mercenaries.
The Taldorian smiled as he looked to his bedside and saw the drawn picture of the guildmembers laughing and playing. Then after finishing the thought Ruenki laughed, but not because something was funny, but because he found it ironic that he'd sworn to the Black Hammers that he'd be back earlier and that he'd be back soon.
Ruenki felt horrible, knowing he'd shuned his new found family and friends for the study of his god, but was such thought blasphamy? No... just idle thinking.
The frog's feet plopped over to the corner of the room where his breastplate sat in the corner along with his sword, the sword grew brighter as the Taldorian got closer, as if the blade was calling for him to return.
And he would, return...he would.
Ruenki lifted the breastplate up and slide it onto his body, fastening the straps and clips to get the armor tight. He'd gained some weight over the period he'd not been traveling, but the pounds wouldn't last long once he hit the trails.
Next, was the overlaying cloth, that was a scabard. And on this scabard bore the mark of the Black Hammer!
Ruenki had finally, in a year's time, replaced his dull clothings with that of his former self, a true Paladin never forgot his teachings, or his guild!
The blade grew brighter and then gained a holy aura as Ruenki's hands clasped the hilt, sheathing the sword in his belt.
Soon, within the next day... he'd leave Newport, and return to the guild.