Otaron

Otaron Blueharte
Status	Active
Race	Human
Gender	Male
Guild	Paladin
Instance	Prime

Living in genteel style in that area of Zolouren, North of Crossing and South of Arthe Dale, Mr and Mrs Blueharte, he a scribe and she a haberdasher, had led a quiet existence, happy to let most of life's Realm shattering events pass them and their family by. The family had, in the opinion of the parents, been raised to be well mannered, have a sense of right and wrong, and benefiting from a decent education. As proof of this opinion they offered their eldest son (Raolsen) who, with his fathers help, had apprenticed to a book binder and was now a journeyman in his own right along with the middle child, a daughter(Valli), who had wed a local upholsterer, and was now coping with her own child whilst helping to run her husbands business. So when their youngest son Otaron had announced that "upon reaching the required age" he intended to apply as an Entrant to the Guild of Paladins, Mr and Mrs Blueharte had been somewhat taken aback. Fortunately, for Otaron anyway, the Bluehartes had always lived by the adage "as you decide, so shall you live" which had served them and their offspring not unkindly. The fact that no military ambitions, let alone dealings with the "Thirteen" had ever figured in the Blueharte family history mattered not a jot to them, their confidence in their youngest sons upbringing and the "rightness" of his avowed decision never wavered. And so, as in most tales, Otaron reached the age where he ceased to be a lad, became a young man and, true to his word, applied to become a Paladin (in training), what follows endeavours to be a brief history of his triumphs, disasters and happenstances.

Otaron's early life as a Paladin had hardly gotten underway when a chance meeting with a cleric returning from a Safari lead to him being gifted some fine plate armor and a decent broadsword. Convinced from that point on that fate had indeed smiled upon his choice of vocation, he swore never to waver in his faith in the Paladin ideal or his trust in Rutilor, his chosen Deity. It must be noted that in these early days Otaron had little idea that a Paladin trained all types of armor together with as many weapon styles as they found fit, an undertaking he was to tackle with some gusto. He also found an interest in the prayers the Paladins used and the gifts they granted, his attitude to these gifts and their use was not unlike his attitude to weapons and fighting styles, "if it works use it, if it doesn't then try something else".

How much he enjoyed the early simple life of a Paladin is hard to judge, certainly the Guild expected more of their younglings than being able to swing a sword or heft a shield. He traveled extensively to complete quests, visiting shrines for the betterment of his Pilgrim's Badge and he had discovered in passing that he could use part of his time changing raw materials into usable and useful items. If being a Paladin was his first love then the ability to craft was a close second.

It was also at this early stage of his life that he met and fell into the company of a youngish Olvi Empath who deemed that his training vis-a-vis hunting would be a lot easier if he had a Paladin to keep him company. Events were soon to prove this theory incorrect, despite which, the two settled into an easy friendship. Fortunately the Empath also had a need to craft, a need driven more by necessity than the joy of working with his hands from which Otaron seemed to derive so much satisfaction. It need be noted however, at the time of of this notation the Empath had far surpassed his Paladin friends crafting efforts

It was through this friend however that one of the greatest changes to Otaron's life was to occur. Bodie, for such was the friend named, was at that time a member of the well to do and influential Silvermist Family and it was through a series of chance occurences that the leader of said House, the Lady Kintalia, was to become aware of Otaron.