Grave Robbers

(Crossing, Zoluren: 283 Skullcleaver 357)

Devander walks up to the bar and orders himself an ale. Looking into the glass he finds himself pouring his thoughts out into the open barkeeps ear…

I’ve spent most of my life trying to better society, been through a few invasions, lost many things to grave robbers when the enemy got the best of me and I went down. Always been able to bounce back though thinking better days were ahead. Until last night anyway at the invasion of the Tiger Clan.

A friend of mine had fallen inside the gate and needed to get out for medical attention. I went in to get him only to be met by a swarm of arrows in me. I fell before I even saw the enemy’s face. Someone was kind enough to drag me to help and to whomever it was, I am eternally grateful. However the 30 seconds it took them to go back in for my equiptment was too long. Some grave robber got their grubby little hands on on stuff. The Dagasse, I can replace, not a big deal. The shield however was a gift. Can’t replace it since they don’t make them anymore.

All this left me with a bitter taste in my mouth so this morning I packed up and left. The crossing, for now, can do without me. I find no desire in my heart anymore to fight for those who would choose to capitalise on the fallen defenders of their city. It disgusts me.

I can hear it now though, "You’re a Paladin, it’s your job". Well, that may be true, but being a Paladin isn’t mearly a job, it’s a calling. And as of right now, I don’t have it in me. Somewhere, somehow, someone will have to renew my faith in the decency of others. I’m constantly approached by novices asking for help. I gear them up and spend alot of my time in goblins forgoing my experience to give them a helping hand. Equiping them and clearing there debt has always made my bank account suffer so when something like grave robbing happens, it’s hard to recover.

So to all you grave robbers out there, I wish you nothing but death. And I sincerely hope when you come back you find your gear long gone. This is not the way of the paladin but it is the way I feel, which is why until I can change that, I am removing myself from duty of the guild and going about on my own.

My only hope it that one day my fellow paladins and Chadatru himself will find it in their hearts to forgive me for my desision.

Devander throws a few bronze on the counter, thanks the bar keep for listening and is off in search of the peace he is looking for.