The Journal of Voras

Campaign: The Night Below

Voras's Tale
Well I suppose if no one else wishes to tell their tale I shall”entertain” you. I come from a family of Paladins of a certain order, I will not say which. For hundreds of years and countless generations, every first born in my line has taken his vows under the first full moon after his 16th birthday. It wasn’t a requirement of the order mind you, just a family ‘tradition’. I was in line and ready for my vows; to be honest I was looking forward to the day. That is until the eve of my 16th birthday.

See two neighboring cities were at war with each other, and both wanted our order’s help. Neither kingdom was ‘evil’, but our leader decided to stay neutral. Which is fine unless, like my brother, you are at an age were you don’t understand war. On the eve of my birthday, he was playing soldier out side the city gates. If I remember correctly he was laying siege to our city gates, when the arrow pierced his back. The healers say he died on the spot, but I remember him trying to call for help as he choked on his own blood. Being a good soldier I ignored my brother’s pleas, thinking one of the 20 paladins guarding the gate would help him. I went after the archer. He had a good lead, and thought he was smart. See he used the armor of an archer from his enemy, and struck from a long range. However, he didn’t hide his face. I couldn’t catch up but I did get close enough to see him clearly. I told what I saw to our leader, and he did nothing. He just called it an “obvious ploy to get us involved”. My father, being loyal to his king, did not try to avenge his son’s death. Thus I spent my birthday burying my brother.

Luckily the next night was the night of my vows. So my father ordered me to prepare, after punishing me for crying. I vowed alright. I vowed to bring justice to my brother’s killers, and to follow my heart into battle (not political lines). I rejected my name, and took Voras as my new name. It means “seeker of justice” in the tongue of my brother’s murderer. I left home to find justice, and wound up joining my order…but that is a story for another time
Viewable by: Public
1 comment
Mood: Facepalm
"I think this group will be the death of me.", thought Voras as he continued to shave. I still don't know what will be the leading cause of my demise though; their greed for gold, or that damn dwarf's blood lust. Don't get me wrong random spurts of violence and burning down orphanages full of crippled orphans may have its uses, not intirele sure about the latter though. However would it kill them to to the "right thing". We were already getting over paid to deliver a create of who knows what, and here they are wanting to get some extra coppers from a love struck kid...

Update:
OK so I hate doing the right thing. Here we are in the middle of the woods of DEATH apparently, with a ranger and some overly dressed druid, trying to save a lycanthrope (that might of killed this bitch were trying to find) What kill me is we can't even kill the damn thing, the Ranger gave us nets like the monster was a tuna...
Viewable by: Public
0 comments