Role

Chapter 2

The ceremony of dedication; a paladin's most cultural
ceremony. Most are taken in the pool of the blessed
or before the guildmaster whom bestow specialized
teachings.

Mines was before the Ruins of the Jaguar; dipping
my hands into the waters of the pure, I could feel
a sense of knowledge overwhelm me. I had left the
my dedication to the divine to bestow; and in their
wisdom; a monk arose.

Removing my hand from the pool of 'holy' water it
for a moment flickered in the strangest of ways. I
had never seen such before. The heritage of my people
were known to possess 'divine' powers through their
hands, but it required holy gloves, or gauntlets of
fine mithril.

But this seemed different, as flakes dropped from
the skies onto my bare hands; in this season of
Yuletide. Something about this season is full of
surprises.