Otaron

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

Living in gentile 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 exsistance, happy to let most of life's Realm shattering events pass them and their family bye. 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. Their 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 youngests 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 and became a young man and, true to his word, he applied to become a Paladin(in training), what follows endevours to be a brief history of his triumphs, disasters and happenstances.

Otarons early life as a Paladin had just gotten underway when a chamce 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 the Gods had indeed smiled upon his choice of vocations he never looked back( at this time, it must be said, he had little idea that a Paladin trained all types of armor together with as many weapon styles as they found fit). His facination with the prayers, and the gifts they granted, grew and grew with each successive bestowing. His attitude to the use of these gifts were not unlike his attitude to weapons, "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 trainees than being able to swing a sword or heft a shield. He travelled extensively to complete quests, visiting shrines for the betterment of his Pilgims 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.