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Xander woke to a sharp pain in his side. A familiar pain. A boot to the ribs. “Oid choose a bettah place to pass out if oi wuh you, lad. Man just diod ‘ere not but a day ago.” a scraggly man muttered as he walked away. Xander had fallen unconscious. From the darkness of the sky and stillness of the street it would seem for quite awhile. He picked himself up and staggered home, unsure of what had happened to him. Was any of it real? Yes. He could feel it. He was different. Whatever he was when he walked into the alley that night was not what walked out. That much was obvious. | Xander woke to a sharp pain in his side. A familiar pain. A boot to the ribs. “Oid choose a bettah place to pass out if oi wuh you, lad. Man just diod ‘ere not but a day ago.” a scraggly man muttered as he walked away. Xander had fallen unconscious. From the darkness of the sky and stillness of the street it would seem for quite awhile. He picked himself up and staggered home, unsure of what had happened to him. Was any of it real? Yes. He could feel it. He was different. Whatever he was when he walked into the alley that night was not what walked out. That much was obvious. | ||
Adolin was buried and the world moved on around him, but Xander had never truly felt like he’d left that alleyway. It felt as though he was trapped there until his oath was fulfilled. Still a boy of | Adolin was buried and the world moved on around him, but Xander had never truly felt like he’d left that alleyway. It felt as though he was trapped there until his oath was fulfilled. Still a boy of 16, Xander knew that he was nowhere near his grandfathers level in combat prowess or experience. Whoever was responsible for the death of Adolin would be more than a match for young Xander, so he trained. Day in and day out he relived his grandfathers lessons, practiced his forms with the sword and spent many hours learning how to move efficiently in even the heaviest of armors. However, he had something new to discover on his own. Whatever happened in that alley was real and powerful. He could harness that feeling on command to make even the lightest of blows lethal, along with a few other useful tricks. He knew what he was. A holy avenger. Xander had become a Paladin. | ||
Over the next few years, Xander became quite the proficient brawler. He would seek out a fight wherever he could and so hung around the rougher parts of town most of the time. Although he knew that a fist fight with a drunken half orc was nothing like the real thing, he still considered any experience of combat crucial in his development. When he wasn’t out looking for trouble, he often frequented his grandfathers chambers. He would go there to sit and reflect, to meditate and reaffirm his path. He had spent many hours searching the room for any clue or hint of a lead that might help him to discern the identity of his grandfathers killers, to no avail. Now he just came to sit. He’d pleaded with his father to leave the room unchanged for now, to which he abided, but for how much longer his father would keep that promise he was unsure. It didn’t really matter now. If there was anything here he’d have found it by now, or so he thought. | Over the next few years, Xander became quite the proficient brawler. He would seek out a fight wherever he could and so hung around the rougher parts of town most of the time. Although he knew that a fist fight with a drunken half orc was nothing like the real thing, he still considered any experience of combat crucial in his development. When he wasn’t out looking for trouble, he often frequented his grandfathers chambers. He would go there to sit and reflect, to meditate and reaffirm his path. He had spent many hours searching the room for any clue or hint of a lead that might help him to discern the identity of his grandfathers killers, to no avail. Now he just came to sit. He’d pleaded with his father to leave the room unchanged for now, to which he abided, but for how much longer his father would keep that promise he was unsure. It didn’t really matter now. If there was anything here he’d have found it by now, or so he thought. |