Aerendur's Last Patrol
Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2016 12:49 pm
When they called me to the temple and told me they needed me to track down the missing daughter of an illustrious member of the Church it had seemed important.
“Someone with your skills and your experience would be well suited to the task” they had said.
Now that I’m here it feels like what it probably was - a kind way of retiring me. I suppose every Paladin has his day. When I look in the mirror there is a different person looking back, a more careworn, more grey haired older brother perhaps. With bad knees.
I’ve met a few people and started the search though - obvious places where Sasha might have gone in her early days here. No luck so far and I’ve suffered the ignominy of being bitten by rats and falling in the mud.
The people I’ve met all seem so young, except Master Azarbuzlar. It's hard to tell with a dwarf - his beard was impressive though. Maera, Wynna, Westin and Franz - Westin and Franz were Paladins. I found their company difficult but I realise why now: they remind me far too much of how I used to be. Although I hope I didn't have a stick quite as far up my behind as Franz.
It is difficult to admit that I am out so out of shape, mentally and physically, that all I could do was hold a torch and throw darts at the shapes in the darkness. Come to that my eyes aren't great these days either.
I owe it to her father to find her. Perhaps afterwards, with your blessing My Lady, I’ll take off my armour, buy a small holding and take up pig farming. For now I have a job to do and it starts with remembering my oath.
“Someone with your skills and your experience would be well suited to the task” they had said.
Now that I’m here it feels like what it probably was - a kind way of retiring me. I suppose every Paladin has his day. When I look in the mirror there is a different person looking back, a more careworn, more grey haired older brother perhaps. With bad knees.
I’ve met a few people and started the search though - obvious places where Sasha might have gone in her early days here. No luck so far and I’ve suffered the ignominy of being bitten by rats and falling in the mud.
The people I’ve met all seem so young, except Master Azarbuzlar. It's hard to tell with a dwarf - his beard was impressive though. Maera, Wynna, Westin and Franz - Westin and Franz were Paladins. I found their company difficult but I realise why now: they remind me far too much of how I used to be. Although I hope I didn't have a stick quite as far up my behind as Franz.
It is difficult to admit that I am out so out of shape, mentally and physically, that all I could do was hold a torch and throw darts at the shapes in the darkness. Come to that my eyes aren't great these days either.
I owe it to her father to find her. Perhaps afterwards, with your blessing My Lady, I’ll take off my armour, buy a small holding and take up pig farming. For now I have a job to do and it starts with remembering my oath.