Role

Chapter 5

Life as a paladin was more than young Gadorin had ever dreamed for himself. It
was a life of wide-ranging duties, with men and women across Thera counting on
him. Relying upon him. And Gadorin welcomed the responsibility. Much as Sir
Jonn had been for so many years before, now all of these good men and women
were his charge. They were all his to protect. And while on some level he knew
he couldn't stand in front of all of them, at the same time he knew he must.

He was their protector. He must be, though he could not ever say exactly why.

This duty was imperative, Gadorin knew. It drove him. But somehow it still did
not fulfill him. There was always a piece missing. From his childhood,
perhaps. Or from his life before. He could not pinpoint it, but it was there.
A void aching to be filled.

Living the life among soldiers for so many years, Gadorin thought that hole
may be filled by returning to what he was comfortable with. He found an army,
albeit one quite unlike any he'd travelled with before. The Holy Brigade of
the Phoenix welcomed him with open arms and like minds. They, too, saw
themselves as protectors above all else. With duty to save all of Thera from
the clutches of evil. They were Gadorin's allies, his brethren. They were, in
many ways, his family.

But the void remained unfilled.

Seeking answers above, Gadorin dedicated himself wholly into his faith in
Jautiir. While he'd never yet felt the holy touch himself, he knew Jautiir
watched over him. He grasped Sir Jonn's amulet each night, said a prayer before
sleep. And he strived to live as Jautiir would have him live.

Perhaps finding Jautiir's guidance would lead Gadorin home. Perhaps it would
lead him to the answers to the questions he did not yet even know to ask.
Perhaps it would be all that and more. But one way or another, Gadorin knew
his faith was the only path. To living up to his duty and perhaps living the
life he was meant to live.