Upon the request of Templemaster Dor-Sholin
the Willful One, I, Dar-Elaana, commit to the archives this record of
my first day serving Dauros as a Paladin of the order. Praise be to
Dauros and honor unto the Law.
I awoke feeling the power of Dauros within
me, ordaining my graduation from neophyte to Paladin. After my morning
hour of meditation bearing the stones of Strength and Constancy, initiate
Dar-Katya and I made haste to the Warrior's Guild. Being twelve years
of age, she would soon begin the physical portion of her training alongside
the Warriors as I had years ago. I could hear the novice Warriors whispering
and joking at her expense, as the now veteran Warriors had mocked me
when I first began my training at their Guild, but they would soon learn
to respect her as their elders had learned to respect me. While outwardly
appearing to be but a little girl, she bears within her the strength
and determination of a future Paladin. She wears this inner conviction
stonily upon her small face, and a single steely glance into the eyes
of each young Warrior extinguished their mirth completely.
As weak and boastful as they are, I do not
resent the Warriors. They simply chose their role in life, whereas I
was born into mine by the grace of Dauros. I cannot expect them to have
the strength of body, mind, or will that I bear. I have trained physically,
mentally and spiritually since entering the care of the Templemaster
upon my eighth year. Now having entered my twenty-first year, my thirteenth
blessed by Dauros, they cannot approach my level of skill or commitment
to defending the temple and the Law. Dauros smiles upon them, though,
for teaching me what the Monks could not -- the art of fighting with
blade and armor.
In the dim basement room granted for my use
by the Warrior Guildmaster, Dar-Katya assisted me in donning my armor.
Hefting my sword, I climbed the stairs to the Guild's main hall. As
I climbed, steel-shod feet ringing against the stone steps, I could
hear the bawdy conversations of the Warriors hush one by one. The hall
was in total silence, all eyes upon me, when I emerged. This was the
first time most of the Warriors had seen me in full armor rather than
in the simple, shapeless garb of a neophyte. Taller than their tallest
and stronger than their strongest, my appearance left them awestruck.
"Elaana," the Guildmaster said at last, "The
Sovereign has put a bounty on a marauding troll. The filthy thing has
been smashing trade caravans and devouring their mules - whole! We were
making ready a party to set off and kill the beast. Will you be coming
"I live to serve Dauros and defend the Law,"
I told them, "I will go with you, to help rid the world of evil."
Outside, my armor shone in the sunlight for
the first time. A small detachment of younger Warriors set off to the
trading post to defend the next departing caravan. After bidding Katya
back to the temple, the elder Warriors and I set off for the wild forests
in order to destroy the troll in its home.