"They ask why I do this." The aging paladin's leather jack beneath his armor creaked as he eased into the chair, sword at side; anyone knowing better would swear it was his bones who creaked as loudly.
"It is not because of ego, pride, or 'to right all wrongs,' no. I do this because no one else wants to. No one else wants the commitment of day after day, rising to chill mornings, donning armor, venturing into cold fog or hot mists, to take on those who prey on others. If given to my passions, I certainly wouldn't either." He made a point of his last statment by dragging his voice out and staring, eyes, closed, at the ceiling as he said it.
He snapped up. "But Why? Because if there is no one, then evil wins. Evil triumphs because the good are not inconvenienced. And I refuse to see that, as long as I move and breathe."
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"Bah. The old fool rambles like a zealot." Varcen, Butcher of Belhold, Scourge of Arken Vale, and Lieutenant of the Armies of Zhentil Keep regarded me with a gaze that nearly made me soil myself. "Rest assured, you are safe. You have nothing I want." His smirk left me totally unassured.
"You ask me the same questions. 'Why your cause? Why serve the masters you do?' The answer is in who holds power. I hold power. My Lord Bane holds power. He demands obedience. Without obedience, there is nothing productive. Do your limbs obey you? Why? If your limbs did not, you would be most miserable, the same as a cripple. You would not walk, feed yourself, build a home, become more than a mewling animal. When we are in order, then we accomplish. We excel. We become greater.
It is also why the disobedient must be punished. Protect the obedient, clothe them and shelter them, give them reason to obey. Similarly, if they strive to be willful, if they try to 'carve their own way' then show them their error. A pebble rides the avalanche; a mountaineer is CRUSHED by it. WE are the avalanche, and we do not suffer the incautious."