( This is an alt. Not Iron, as if this won't be obvious )
The young knight sat alone, on the steps by the Quicksand. He watches the people pass him by, watched Ser Romy deal with whatever little spats broke out, and as he watched he felt himself drift further and further away.
When he had arrived in this city he had big dreams, a loud voice and a hope to become a Sworn. A Paladin serving the most high, and enforcing the laws to keep this city safe. Having lost his parents as a youth to Sahaugin pirates left a gaping wound in his heart, one he could only fill with a thirst for law, and protecting others.
But he realized he was crass, rigid, and all together unfriendly. He learned early on when he met Chachan and Roysia that he didn't seem to truly fit in...
And when they all sat beneath the stars together, and each one left one by one, he realized eventually he was all alone.
Aiden starred up at the sky a moment, missing his farm, the animals, the chores. Normalcy, however plain and routine it had been.
"At least I was wanted there.."He muttered.
He had started in this city to make a name for himself. He had watched this slanderous campaign against Ser Crofte leak free, and endeavored to be the one to end it. And in bare fisted combat he had done so, all the while feeling the insults of his "friends" spoken in the crowd. And yet, somehow after this fact the only real friend he had was that woman...Evangeline.
In a spiral of events surrounding her, he had turned from the path and now his dreams lay somewhere behind him, tarnished and lost. He felt the eyes of judgement from the current Sworn upon his every action, and no longer did it seem he could even help the common citizens with their plights.
It hurt.
He felt empty.
Feeding the refugee camps with what his meager pay could afford only filled his heart so much. He wanted justice, discipline, to see the people look upon him with pride.
A sigh left his lips as he watched Ser Romy pass him by again, without even a glance in his direction. Another at the thought that Chachan hadn't replied to the letter he had sent him.
"Why did I ever come here at all...."
Hopefully someone could show the young paladin the way.
The young knight sat alone, on the steps by the Quicksand. He watches the people pass him by, watched Ser Romy deal with whatever little spats broke out, and as he watched he felt himself drift further and further away.
When he had arrived in this city he had big dreams, a loud voice and a hope to become a Sworn. A Paladin serving the most high, and enforcing the laws to keep this city safe. Having lost his parents as a youth to Sahaugin pirates left a gaping wound in his heart, one he could only fill with a thirst for law, and protecting others.
But he realized he was crass, rigid, and all together unfriendly. He learned early on when he met Chachan and Roysia that he didn't seem to truly fit in...
And when they all sat beneath the stars together, and each one left one by one, he realized eventually he was all alone.
Aiden starred up at the sky a moment, missing his farm, the animals, the chores. Normalcy, however plain and routine it had been.
"At least I was wanted there.."He muttered.
He had started in this city to make a name for himself. He had watched this slanderous campaign against Ser Crofte leak free, and endeavored to be the one to end it. And in bare fisted combat he had done so, all the while feeling the insults of his "friends" spoken in the crowd. And yet, somehow after this fact the only real friend he had was that woman...Evangeline.
In a spiral of events surrounding her, he had turned from the path and now his dreams lay somewhere behind him, tarnished and lost. He felt the eyes of judgement from the current Sworn upon his every action, and no longer did it seem he could even help the common citizens with their plights.
It hurt.
He felt empty.
Feeding the refugee camps with what his meager pay could afford only filled his heart so much. He wanted justice, discipline, to see the people look upon him with pride.
A sigh left his lips as he watched Ser Romy pass him by again, without even a glance in his direction. Another at the thought that Chachan hadn't replied to the letter he had sent him.
"Why did I ever come here at all...."
Hopefully someone could show the young paladin the way.
