the journeys of Isarl, the wandering paladin
ah if i can
remember clearly, i was raised as a soldier in the small village of Humberton.
most of the warriors were raised by the Master as if they were his own sons.
we grew more powerful by the day.
after years of this sort of training, it was only natural that we grew to
wear such heavy and strong armors. we were bred to be the finest. the small
village recruited a large amount of soldiers to the Albion nation. we were
dubbed the "Highlanders," for our nesting grounds were in the Black
Mountains.
soon, i grew to be a fine warrior, and my day of duty arrived. i was to go
to the capital city, Camelot, and see what services i could offer to the nation.
the night of my departure, i gazed at the sunset, and wondered what was to
befall of me. the three realms of Albion, Midgard, and Hibernia were warring
after the assassination of Arthur, the good king. after packing up my belongings,
i wished the Master good health and took off on my way. soon, i reached the
capital city's gates.
and there i was... i enlisted at the Church of Albion as a Paladin. our kind
was much needed in the great war. while walking back to the gates, i met another
recruit named Sestrum. he was trying to find the Guild of the Defenders of
Albion. he became a mercenary, and i offered my companionship, for i had no
tasks at hand.
