#paladin posting

[willjulep]

Paladin who swore an oath to protect his liege's chastity vs prince with an oathbreaker fetish who stopped wearing undergarments the moment he was hired.

[poetryvampire]

Your extremely devoted knight/paladin is having a rough time weighted down by their perceived moral failings. You offer to listen to their confession to help ease their mind. And suddenly you're splayed out across your bed half naked and touching yourself while your sweet knight stammers, red faced and breathing hard, trying to list every filthy thought they've ever had about you. They're trying so hard to keep their eyes on the floor but they keep flicking back to your busy hands and blushing cheeks. They've had an easier time charging into battle than stringing two words together while being more humiliated and horny than they've been in their life.

[plate-armored-duck]

Sir becket is just like me…. In all seriousness though I adore the weekly roll and go crazy every time it updates in all honesty.

[dusk-legion-diplomacy]

Over Darkened Lands

"Is the horse ready for him?" High Marshal Guitirre had the reins of his own steed wrapped around his hand, and his eyes were kept to the slow, sweeping shadow that was beginning to pass over Torrezon. The sun had sunk beneath the horizon, and its last fading rays were fading fast.

"Yes, High Marshal."

"Vazante?" Guitirre looked over at his Marshal. "Ready?"

"Yes, sir," Arturo said. A bit of cosmium had done him well, but he still looked like a stiff breeze might knock him over. Guitirre would recommend him for a high commendation when this was over.

If they both survived, naturally.

"You can get us all the way to Alta Torrezon, yes?"

"Yes, High Marshal. One way or another, we'll get there," Arturo answered. He held his moonsilver spear in one hand, looking back to the omenpath. A few of the Champions were warily watching Koda-Haruko. Arturo had told them to stop being stupid, that he wasn't a demon, that this was an oni-kami bond, yes they are different, he was from a different plane, and for them to focus on what was more important.

Cardinal Sirocco had given each of them blessings in the hour before dusk, and she was now situated on her own steed. She was not going to accompany them all the way back to Alta Torrezon, just far enough to dive back towards Austello once the pontifex was safely retrieved.

Darkness came for them. There was no stars in the sky to greet them as day became night. There were subtle clinking of armor as Champions brought their weapons up, ready.

"Contact!" one shouted as the omenpath began to flex and swirl. All eyes became trained on it and the blood-covered man who walked through.

A man who bore white bat's wings on his back and a great spear held in one hand. Strange clothing also covered him, but he had a more determined look in his eyes. The Champions bristled. Guitirre looked down at him, gently soothing Aster, who was growling.

"Pontifex Fein," he said by means of greeting. "I do hope you do not intend on telling us that we have been fighting in this war for nothing and that we're joining with the great maniacal bat-thing attacking us tonight."

"No, High Marshal. Far from that," said Mavren. "I am here to save our home, not force us to kneel before him. I will explain these," he flexed his wings, "in time. But know that I am ally and friend, not foe. Speaking of..." he took a step to the side of the omenpath. "I do not come alone."

[scarletmeer]

What if I was a rusted and beaten down paladin who had lost my purpose and broken my oaths, and you were a steadfast and virtuous knight who had suffered many trials and emerged unbowed, and we shared a heated glance on the battlefield over our crossed blades…

[devilmaydaycare]

And the righteous shall watch as the wicked's hollow bones dry in the heat of the red sun.

Hollow || Dawn

"I am called Hollow." "Hm. That doesn't seem right."

"Dawn, can we go home now?"

[frithuritaks]

things to be covered in / with (in no particular order)

- +1 breastplate

- the wizard's protection spell

- dragon kisses

- wounds inflicted by your eternal nemesis

- regular blood

[monasteryofsaintatraft]

The Spider in the grounds

Outside Havengull, the group make an camp in the nearby plains. Lost have been since Nephalia saw any forest.

As Kresick prepares the fireplace, Bromley scout the surroundings.

Meawhile, Gouvle prepare some wards around the camp, symbols of stone and woods of Avancyn, don`t bigger than his palm.

"Blessed be these ground, than not malign force perturb us, neither in our vigilance, and neither in our slumbers" Recited the pray Gouvle, one of the few pray that he keeped from his priestly days.

"Blessed be these grounds" Recited once again, as he sweeped the plain with his eyes. It was lifeless. " That not malign force perturbed us...." Maybe the ritual was unnecessary. This land was devoid of any ghost and much less banshees.

@jundian-survivalist, @kresick-sorackle-real