The Isle was the bastion of hope for all mankind. The brave and faithful flock to this symbol of the light and righteousness. Those most noble and committed, destined to leadership, swore themselves to the cause and became paladins to their chosen deity. The most devoted and selfless warriors humanity could ever produce. These children of the light wore shinny armor and wielded the most powerful weapon of all time...inspiration.
Though the wind which blew Nial did not move him to down this path he admired how brightly they shined. He admired anyone who could dedicate themselves to their craft. These paladins had multiple orders and stations. They believed there were many fronts evil, or the shadow, tried to plague mankind so they created orders or branches in their ranks specialized to fight the battles on each front. Skyriders, Wyrm slayers, Judicators, the order Nial had comes to see were experts in demonology--The Grey Wardens.
He had heard and told many stories of the Grey Wardens. Paladins who drank the blood of Demons to gain immunity from their attacks and to sense them when hidden. They studied demon lore as most paladins studied the angels. 'Know thy Enemy' This familiarity with the infernal races had caused more than one of their ranks to fall from grace. Its said demons always have to have an invite or an open door to your life and that study or even discussion about them can be seen as that invitation. Mostly just superstition meant to stir children away from distressing subjects but there was some truth to it.
Nial was here because his trail had gone cold and he needed the best. His hunt for Azzazial had continued for over a year, a hunt that caused him to disband his bard school and leave most of his friends. Yet, he felt he was no closer to Azzazel then he was a year ago. Perhaps these Grey Wardens could offer a piece of knowledge he lacked.
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