nimisgod
LEW Judge
Sir Ishmael looks up at the ruin. The leather coif about his head shields his eyes from the rain. He draws Violet slowly, letting the rain patter upon the metal head of the warsledge. His shield was left loosened upon his arm, so that he had a free hand to hold rein upon his warpony. The Paladin concentrates to let forth his evil seeking vision, scanning the immediate area for signs of enemies.
"My watch was uneventful for the most part" he said quietly to whoever would listen to him at the time. "However, I felt the presence of darkness come close then fade away into the night. They have seen our coming and have been given hours to prepare. Let us make haste to rescue the monks that still live..."
(or remain uncorrupted)
The thought was left unspoken, for the opposite was a horror enough to contemplate.
"My watch was uneventful for the most part" he said quietly to whoever would listen to him at the time. "However, I felt the presence of darkness come close then fade away into the night. They have seen our coming and have been given hours to prepare. Let us make haste to rescue the monks that still live..."
(or remain uncorrupted)
The thought was left unspoken, for the opposite was a horror enough to contemplate.
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