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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Pyske" data-source="post: 1247202" data-attributes="member: 3567">One take on the question:BEG was a paladin; until his death, BEG served the light in all aspects of his life.  When BEG died, and became an angel, his spirit remained concerned for the mortal world, and he frequently went back to oversee the deeds of men, and to revel in the good that his friends, his students, his children had done in the world.He stumbled on the plot quite by accident, but in his wisdom, he saw what it would mean.  Rebels, plotting in the dark alley where none but he could see.  He followed them, as they gathered their mob, as they forced their way into God's temple.  He saw the rage and murder in their eyes.  And when they spied Dominic, his truest friend, his confessor, standing before them, barring their way...BEG communed with God in the un-time that only angels may know.  "God," he pleaded, "let me aid my friend in his hour of need."  But God was silent.  He had accepted the martyrdom of Dominic already.  And so the first stone was thrown.It was only one, a heavy cobblestone. It was enough.  Even then, BEG could have healed him, before the crushed ribs ended Dominic's life.  But God stayed his hand.Had BEG looked closely, he would have seen the men waver, seen the horror of what had been done in their eyes.  One of their number had killed a helpless old priest.  But BEG was a paladin.  He was a man of action, and as he saw his friend's life slipping away, he could bear to wait no longer.  He was a man of action, and he vowed, there and then, that no man or God would ever again hold his blade from striking when the time was there.And so in that same un-time, he found an ally.  Found one who would act.  And all that was demanded of him was to act, to serve the Law above all.  The Law that would bring justice to these men.There was one of him; they were a mob.  But he was mighty.  Before the night was through, every one of mob had been brought to Justice.  The other rebels, seeing these deaths, and fearing, joined them in their fight.  By morning, the rebellion was crushed, their peaceful demonstrations ended in bloodshed.  Half the town was burned in the fighting, but it was a small price for the return of Law.  Those who remained had learned their lesson well.  Dissent must not be tolerated.  A firm hand must guide the people.Bane smiled.  The paladin would enforce the Law, and the fear of the people would craft it.  The dissenters had been crushed, their concerns about the new administrators villified beyond reckoning.  It was a good day, for tyrants. . . . . . . . -- Eric</blockquote>

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