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Into the Light
#1
The Light.
The light has bothered Doyle’s mind ever since he returned from Draenor.
On Draenor, he remained somewhat faithful, but that changed once he returned.
The Scarlet Crusade may have been of pure heart once. But Doyle has seen only the evil end-result.
He has lost his faith when he saw that despite all his prayers, his homeworld was left shattered by the enemy he left it to fight against.

But it’d take more than a traumatic discovery to destroy a thirty year old faith in a man’s heart.
After seeing the Argent Crusade in action, Doyle has found it in his heart that it is not the Light that has betrayed man, but men, specific individuals, who have betrayed the teachings of the light.

Doyle has returned to his old habits, at that. The occassional visit to the tombs of his parents. The occassional prayer at the Cathedral of Stormwind, or the Chapel of Stromgarde.

But recently, after a few changes in the life of the aging warrior, he has decided to ask his commanding officer, the Argent Templar and his friend, Dalikan Godford, to train him in the arts of combining his warfare skills, with his faith in the Light. He asked him to be his mentor and guide, as he seeks the path to become a Paladin.

Godford agreed, without hesitation, and gave Doyle his own Libram, a token of trust as Doyle saw it.
Doyle began his studying vigorously, learning the virtues, and trying to understand.

But it is a long, long way before this aging warrior could bear the Light as his weapon against his enemies.

And so it passes. As he prays every day for the Light. Spending most of his waking hours studying, scribing, training.

((This is an intro post to a 2 month long storyline))
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#2
The Light.
The light has bothered Doyle’s mind ever since he returned from Draenor.
On Draenor, he remained somewhat faithful, but that changed once he returned.
The Scarlet Crusade may have been of pure heart once. But Doyle has seen only the evil end-result.
He has lost his faith when he saw that despite all his prayers, his homeworld was left shattered by the enemy he left it to fight against.

But it’d take more than a traumatic discovery to destroy a thirty year old faith in a man’s heart.
After seeing the Argent Crusade in action, Doyle has found it in his heart that it is not the Light that has betrayed man, but men, specific individuals, who have betrayed the teachings of the light.

Doyle has returned to his old habits, at that. The occassional visit to the tombs of his parents. The occassional prayer at the Cathedral of Stormwind, or the Chapel of Stromgarde.

But recently, after a few changes in the life of the aging warrior, he has decided to ask his commanding officer, the Argent Templar and his friend, Dalikan Godford, to train him in the arts of combining his warfare skills, with his faith in the Light. He asked him to be his mentor and guide, as he seeks the path to become a Paladin.

Godford agreed, without hesitation, and gave Doyle his own Libram, a token of trust as Doyle saw it.
Doyle began his studying vigorously, learning the virtues, and trying to understand.

But it is a long, long way before this aging warrior could bear the Light as his weapon against his enemies.

And so it passes. As he prays every day for the Light. Spending most of his waking hours studying, scribing, training.

The sounds of fire jets on stone, and recruits yelling at eachother, all echo through the stone corridors of this abandoned monastery in the southern parts of the Lordaeron kingdom.

Doyle has spent the day going over religious manuscripts, and ordering the soldiers around, jumping between squire and captain every other minute.

The Virtues a Paladin must follow, as Dalikan explains him, are simple –
Mercy –
A paladin should always help those in need, and show mercy towards those who deserve it.
Doyle nods as Dalikan explains it all.
Respect –
A paladin would never disrespect the law, and will never act against it.
Doyle, being a bounty hunter, can relate to that, as he thinks to himself as he nods once again.
Retribution –
Punish those who harm innocents and deprive others of their given birth-rights.
Doyle nods again, relating once more, remembering the Legion of Draenor.
Honor –
A paladin will never lie, nor cheat. And nor will a Paladin use a weapon such as poison, or kill an opponent outside an honourable match.
Doyle nods again, to his mind come his fights in Gurubashi. ..Maybe he wasn’t honourable at all times.

Doyle asks if there’s more, but Dalikan says that’s about it, for those who seek to be ordained as a Paladin-Knight.
He says not to drink too much, and to remain loyal and faithful, to a wife, to family, to friends.
He also adds that such faithfullness will not stand in the way of the Paladin’s duties to vanquish evil.

He mocks Doyle, saying that he’ll not have to worry about family or wife in the near future. Doyle smirks and says they’ll see.

The two old friends are interrupted by the calls of the recruits. Doyle sighs and walks to them.
“Attention!” He calls. And from there goes on with his military duties.
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#3
Sensing the wicked is something a Paladin is taught.
As Doyle pages through the slightly decayed pages of the old libram he was given, he saw it there. He tilted his head at that and smiled.
A paladin can sense evil, be it in the form of undeath, or demon.
I can sense evil too, he thought to himself. I've been doing so for years!

Well, not really sensing it.
He opens a blank, large tome, and begins scribing;
'A paladin must know to differ between good, and bad.
A paladin must know what is good, and what is bad.
The wicked one is not only the demon, and the undead.
As not every undead, or nethermancer is wicked.
The border between a blessed, rightous heart, to a defiled, wicked heart, lies not in what is the man capable of doing, but what the man chooses to do.

And so, a Paladin must not rely on their magic alone, but also on their heart. Their ability to understand their fellow man is as important as their ability to sense the wicked magic of the enemy.'

He lifts his head from his writing, and passes a heated rod over the ink, letting it dry faster.

He sighs, and walks outside to the porch of his home. He sits, feet dangling from the porch's edge. He lights a cigarette.
As he smokes, he watchs the smoke rise from his mouth towards the clouds, he seems occupied in thought.
A glass of smoldering, scented tea, as he continues to write, the other libram infront him.

'AND so, the Paladin-Knight must know, in his heart, to differ between wicked thoughts, and thoughts of good.



THE Light will abide the call of all Paladins who truly believes his actions are of pure intent.



BUT the Paladin is not the deliverer of justice, but the representitive of the Holy Light, and the courier of it's divine word, be it a word of bliss, or a word of retribution.



THE Paladin-Knight is a Knight as well as he is a Paladin. So as a Knight, he must learn to control his manner. To hone his skills and instincts to ensure that the justice he delivers always strikes the right target, and at deadly percision.'

Doyle rises, and dries his ink again. Slowly, the colours of the skies outside take a more orange tone, and the distant call of a rooster in a farm is heard.

He continues to write;
'A Paladin-Knight would know better than to trust every order and what they tell him. As a devout follower of the Holy Light, the Paladin-Knight must know that the Holy Light does not wear a personificated form, but is a life-force that wraps the world as a whole. The Light is peaceful in nature, warm, loving.
The embrace of the Holy Light is a fire that burns deep in the heart of the follower. A flame the Paladin-Knight must carry with him. A torch that must never be extinguished, for a torch strikes fear in the heart of those who know they will be punished by it. But an extinguished torch is but a club.



THE Paladin Knight will never question his faith. And will follow the guiding light that is the torch of his devotion.'

He drinks his tea, which has already gone cold. He sighs, a few rogue beams of light sneak through his window. He procceeds with his work.

'THE virtues of a Paladin-Knight are his guide for life -



MERCY –
A paladin should always help those in need, and show mercy towards those who deserve it.


RESPECT –
A paladin would never disrespect the law, and will never act against it.


RETRIBUTION –
Punish those who harm innocents and deprive others of their given birth-rights.


HONOR –
A paladin will never lie, nor cheat. And nor will a Paladin use a weapon such as poison, or kill an opponent outside an honourable match.'

He stands, and sighs, he stretchs as he yawns, and leaves his work. His body tired as his mind is. He drags his feet silently up the flight of stairs, and enters his bed, wrapping his loved one with his arm in a warm embrace. She shuffles every so lightly at his touch, but remains asleep.

Another beam of light goes through the forest, shining on the libram in the making.
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#4
Doyle lied awake in his bed, silent.

Why am I awake, he thought to himself. I should be sleeping.

He gently removes Dileera's arm from his chest, and leaves bed. He heads down to the ground floor of his home, sighing. He lights a cigarette, standing on the porch.

My mentor went mad with grief, he thought to himself.

'The true test of any Paladin-Knight is the quest for rightousness.' he would later write in his Libram.
'But the Paladin-Knight must know the thin boundry between a rightous act, and an act of zealotry.
A Paladin must never let themselves fall to conditions of losing control, for even during such a fit, the Paladin-Knight is still a vessel of the Holy Light, and the Light, being a force of life, and not a sapient being, is in the fate of their own judgement. Such judgement must be taken great care of, for it would not be a first for a paladin to smite an innocent soul, in the name of the light, disgracing it.
A Paladin must be rightous, and not fall to insanity, for it corrupts him, and thus, the light he bears.
The Light is a loving, and when possible, forgiving, force of life, not destruction, the Paladin-Knight must resort to death as his final solution, and only when it is absolutely certain that the target of his vindicating retribution is corrupt beyond all measures.'

Doyle sighs, and blinks. He slowly returns to the realisation he's just standing on his porch, and not writing in his tome. He sighs again, and returns inside. He lights a candle and begins writing.

"The Paladin must remain faithful to his cause, and those who support him in his life, as well as make sure that those who do, do not mislead him into supporting their unrightous cause.
Sufficiant sleep, sufficiant and humble nutrition, those are the traits who define the rightous and giving Paladin-Knight, for the rightous one knows the price of greed on the spirit.
The Paladin-Knight must be well educated in the teachings of the Light, but not ignorant of those of other cultures. Respect your fellow Knights, but fear not to warn them if you feel that they are on a zealous path, and not a rightous one."


Doyle rubs his temples and looks outside. He sighs. Still nighttime.
He closes the libram, and goes upstairs, he returns to bed, and holds his loved one closely, a hand under her head, and a hand over her lower abdomen. He furrows his brows for a brief moment, but falls a sleep too swiftly for his thought to fully manifest.
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