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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Brecht" data-source="post: 4310892" data-attributes="member: 46493">Assuming I'm not too late, here's my concept:[sblock=Adamov, hobgoblin paladin]Born the runt of a sizeable litter, Adamov always found life difficult in hobgoblin society.  Smaller and weaker than others in his cohort, Adamov spent his childhood being pushed around, beaten and bullied - things did not bode at all well for a meek, frail and timid young man in a society that valued nothing more than cruelty and strength-at-arms. Hiding whenever he could from his tormentors, Adamov took refuge in books - often stealing them from the wagons brought back to camp by local raiding parties, and saving more than one that would otherwise have been destined for the victory pyres.  Slowly the young hobgoblin began educating himself piecemeal in the fields of history, philosophy and religion; and for the first time encountered concepts throroughly alien to hobgoblin society.  That any god beyond Bane could be worshipped by a living creature struck him at first as absurd (after all, military might is all the young hobgoblin knew), but slowly Adamov's eyes were opened to ways of life he could never have dreamed existed.  Concepts such as the exaltation of truth and love (both values despised by those around him) began to resonate strongly with Adamov, and before long he yearned for a life beyond the fortified camp he had always called home.  More and more he was disgusted by the casual violence and brutality of his daily life, and the young man felt a growing sense of detachment and alienation from those around him.  One night, the goddess Avandra appeared before Adamov in a dream, and assured the Hobgoblin that he was destined for greater things than the life he was now leading.  Although to this day unsure whether this divine visitation was real or just some figment of his overstimulated mind, Adamov took the apparition as a final signal that he was no longer cut out for life in the war camp.  Stealing a battered sword and an ill-fitting suit of dwarven armour from a nearby slave-tent, unsure of his ability to use them but certain that he'd need some sort of protection, Adamov cast himself finally out into the wilderness.~~~It has been over two years now that Adamov has wandered alone in the world, and in that time he's devoted himself to understanding the true meaning and purpose of life.  Wiser now in the ways of both nature and society, the hobgoblin's relentless search for truth, honour, love and compassion has compelled him to seek out and struggle against injustice or wickedness wherever it might occur.  Although still a fledgling, and unsure of his own abilities, Adamov nevertheless devotes himself wholeheartedly now to Avandra and promoting her values in any way he can.  Now his mistress calls him towards the ocean, towards new worlds and horizons, towards new challenges and opportunities.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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