I know this isn’t like what has been posted on here so far, but the last session was so EPIC that I felt inspired to…

I know this isn’t like what has been posted on here so far, but the last session was so EPIC that I felt inspired to share my character’s inner turmoil teeeheee:

Staring Galron

Once upon a breakfastless morning, we met per chance on the streets of Curabel as I was trying to steal some gold in a crowd. I must say it was not exactly graceful, and the guards couldn’t help, but notice my failed attempt at criminal activities. I was quick on my feet and dexterously made my way through the crowd, not oblivious to the long haired and bearded scrawny plated boy chasing behind me.

That was how we met. It must be futile to say that we were often at each other’s throat and both eager to have the other part from the company. Now, he lays there as fried as fish and chips with half of his face burned and unrecognizable.

As they say, ‘tis only when we come close to losing something that we realize what it is truly worth’. And in fact, he had always been a pile of fried flesh only now showing its true nature…

The man was not the most pleasant company, always speaking of righteousness and justice and perpetually seeing the world as black and white. In his mind, things are beautiful and simple and I might sometimes even envy this simplicity. Nevertheless, my world has always been painted in shades of grey.

Indeed, to live and survive by tainting the past, or to die as a forgotten embodiment of what is good. I would always go for the first option. There was never a doubt in my mind as I believed that the moment you died, there was nothing left.

However, the recent events have sown within me the seed of doubt. Am I truly the one I have believed myself to be? Think of no one, but me, myself and I (oh, and my GGFGM, but that’s another story), a coin for a coin and an eye for an eye?

We had heard a loud crashing sound in another room and had rushed towards the location only to find Galron laying on the floor, his body as cold as death. Lightning was soon going to hit again and we had no way to escape without leaving the injured man to meet his end.

I have no doubt that I was not expecting anything from saving the epitome of lawfulness. I have no doubt that I believed I would get fried to the bones trying to save his righteous derriere! And yet, along with Ir’Alle I threw myself in between the paladin and the lightning.

I have never been irrational. Perhaps slightly unwitty, but not irrational. Yet, even at that crucial moment of life and death when the lightning was about to strike, my faith never faltered: we would get brothered, have a lot of companions and adventure together happily ever after.

Seems like his paladinness getting fried has begun to overturn this true neutrality of mine…