Jodiah Ayreg was not always a death knight.
There was a time, in the days of the hallowed past, much earlier in his originally mortal life where he clung to the teachings and doctrine of the Prime Healer. The Temple of Life was the largest in the city, and Jodiah Ayreg was one of any dozens of paladins who'se swords were sworn to protect the clerics and priests. Rumors of a nameless fear swept in from the east, and whispers of a plague ran rampant among the citizens. The Guardians, as the martial arm of the Temple of Life were called, kept the peace and maintained order with the assistance of the local milita. Thus far, only whispers ever made it to the walls of this great city -- there was never any proof of any kind of plague, save only second-hand information. Any conversation about this so-called plague always began with "My brother's friend.." or "My uncle's cousin.."; it was laughable, at best, within the enclave of the Temple of Life under the protection of the Prime Healer.
Enough whispers combined together created a cacaphony, though.
The Guardians and the Givers -- the clerics who worked out of the Temple of Life -- had been dispatched outside the city. A runner arrived with word of a skirmish between the militia and the pack of gnolls in the hills outside the city. The Guardians were to protect the Givers, fighting back any threats to the healers, while the Givers were to spread the teachings of the Prime Healer while tending to the physical and spiritual needs of those wounded in the conflict.
It was a common mission given to the residents of the Temple of Life.
The First Prime, leader of the Guardians in the Temple of Life, made the morning assignments. Jodiah Ayreg had been given the mission, along with three of his friends -- Garen Corlagon, Adrianna De`Seis, and Jereketh the Pious. Ayreg, Corlagon, and De`Seis were all younger members of the Temple of Life, under the command of Jereketh on this assignment.
He had a few minutes before it was time to depart. He went to his room to prepare: Simple mail shirt, light-plated greaves, and the Guardian's Guard -- the name of the steel pauldron strapped over every Guardian's swordarm shoulder that was etched with the glowing hand and eye of the Prime Healer. An iron helm was pulled down atop his head, and he pulled the leather strap down beneath his chin.
He hefted his blade, easing the length of polished steel into its sheath. Deft fingers attached the clip on his belt to the one of the scabbard. He lifted his shining shield, looped an arm into the leather strap meant to hold it during battle, and slung it over his shoulder. Jodiah Ayreg grunted and stepped into the hallway. A nod was made to Corlagon and De`Seis -- their quarters were, of course, in this wing of the Temple of Life as well.
Together they walked down the corridor to meet with Jereketh the Pious and recieve their orders.
There was a time, in the days of the hallowed past, much earlier in his originally mortal life where he clung to the teachings and doctrine of the Prime Healer. The Temple of Life was the largest in the city, and Jodiah Ayreg was one of any dozens of paladins who'se swords were sworn to protect the clerics and priests. Rumors of a nameless fear swept in from the east, and whispers of a plague ran rampant among the citizens. The Guardians, as the martial arm of the Temple of Life were called, kept the peace and maintained order with the assistance of the local milita. Thus far, only whispers ever made it to the walls of this great city -- there was never any proof of any kind of plague, save only second-hand information. Any conversation about this so-called plague always began with "My brother's friend.." or "My uncle's cousin.."; it was laughable, at best, within the enclave of the Temple of Life under the protection of the Prime Healer.
Enough whispers combined together created a cacaphony, though.
The Guardians and the Givers -- the clerics who worked out of the Temple of Life -- had been dispatched outside the city. A runner arrived with word of a skirmish between the militia and the pack of gnolls in the hills outside the city. The Guardians were to protect the Givers, fighting back any threats to the healers, while the Givers were to spread the teachings of the Prime Healer while tending to the physical and spiritual needs of those wounded in the conflict.
It was a common mission given to the residents of the Temple of Life.
The First Prime, leader of the Guardians in the Temple of Life, made the morning assignments. Jodiah Ayreg had been given the mission, along with three of his friends -- Garen Corlagon, Adrianna De`Seis, and Jereketh the Pious. Ayreg, Corlagon, and De`Seis were all younger members of the Temple of Life, under the command of Jereketh on this assignment.
He had a few minutes before it was time to depart. He went to his room to prepare: Simple mail shirt, light-plated greaves, and the Guardian's Guard -- the name of the steel pauldron strapped over every Guardian's swordarm shoulder that was etched with the glowing hand and eye of the Prime Healer. An iron helm was pulled down atop his head, and he pulled the leather strap down beneath his chin.
He hefted his blade, easing the length of polished steel into its sheath. Deft fingers attached the clip on his belt to the one of the scabbard. He lifted his shining shield, looped an arm into the leather strap meant to hold it during battle, and slung it over his shoulder. Jodiah Ayreg grunted and stepped into the hallway. A nod was made to Corlagon and De`Seis -- their quarters were, of course, in this wing of the Temple of Life as well.
Together they walked down the corridor to meet with Jereketh the Pious and recieve their orders.