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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Stone Angel" data-source="post: 1247571" data-attributes="member: 5630">Perhaps in the process in the raising, he heard his friends cries for help. He was trying to hurry to find them, but he was in strange place. Brave as he was he was afraid, not for himself but what would happen if he tarried. Then he met a warrior clad in black. The warrior made a deal "If you can best me in single combat I will unblock the path to your friends. If I win you must serve me forever." The Paladin looked inward and knew that the warrior was evil, opposite of himself. He looked to his Lord but no answer came. The hand and the eyes of his Lord were turned for him. He could hear his friends cry's. He hastily agreed, to combat the warriors were evenly matched both scoring a few inconsequential blows. Then the Paladin saw an opening. He called upon his Lord to guide his strike, to aid him. As he swung he felt no Holy strength, no blessed energy. The hand and the eyes of his Lord had turned from him. The blow struck and blood flowed from the warrior in black but it was not enough to fell him. The warriors circled and this time there was another opening but it was the warrior black that was oppurtune. The Paladin knew that the blow would be fatal. He called upon his Lord to protect him. But there was nothing only a spiral of inky blackness as an embrace. The hand and the eyes of his Lord were turned from him....forever.The Paladin awoke, his mind reeling from what had happened. His friends were crying out in need. He had little time to think. He needed to help. And help them he did. He slaughtered the interlopers. He killed them with unbridled fury and little remorse. He had killed many in his life of service to his Lord. But now it was different. With every blow, there was a cold emotion that was growing...Enjoyment. With glee he cut down the very last one.And so it began.</blockquote>

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