Vaddon

Vaddon Whorlo
Status	Active
Race	Kaldar
Gender	Male
Guild	Paladin
Instance	Prime

Early Life and Education

From what the monks told him, Vaddon was born on a farm in a year of great drought. As the farms around the Whorlo family’s dwindled, dried up, and were abandoned, his parents decided to abandon theirs as well. Sending their children to relatives and friends abroad, they were left with the youngest, now not even a year old. They ended up leaving him with the church and a generous tithe, hoping to establish a new farm and return soon to retrieve him.

Months passed, and then years. Vaddon grew up among monks, priests, traveling friars, and the other orphans. While many of the children gravitated toward the scholarly learning, some part of him believed the story that he was told about his parents eventually returning to claim him. Vaddon desperately yearned for that day and wanted to be ready to work the farm. He took on physically demanding jobs to prepare for the hard life of a farmer. Initially he worked in the temple gardens helping the Gardener Eaadrich. His work ethic and strength was quickly noticed and eventually he began working with the Undertaker Khurek to bury the bodies of the recently deceased.

Khurek, took to him and began mentoring him. He began telling Vaddon stories of his great inquisition against the Necromancers, battles of good versus evil, and the might of holy paladins and clerics. Khurek had been a fierce warrior himself before injustice brought on his retirement to the temple cemetery. So while the other children read and studied, Vaddon began to yearn how to hold a blade. With his head full of stories about the glory of battle and fighting to rid the lands of the evil brought forth by the dark ones his path became clear.

Seeing the wanderlust in Vaddon's eyes, he was released from the temple's care and duties to pursue a path more suited to his ambitions.

Page Years

Immediately Vaddon went to the Paladin guild hall seeking work. He was eventually accepted and given page duties that had typical chores including delivering guild messages, cleaning the guild hall, tidying up the clothes and weapons of the sentry’s and those serving the Crossing guild hall. Watching and learning from those in the hall taught him civility and noble skills. Occasionally, he would be taught horsemanship in the stables and practiced combat when the training halls were empty. Often sneaking off in the early morning to the library opened a whole new world to Vaddon as he learned the history, legend and lore contained in those tomes.

This was the time, Vaddon engaged his interest in deeper thought of philosophical matters much to the dismay of others around him. In return for his service, Vaddon was provided food, shelter and clothing. More importantly the education, combat training and other forms of learning he attained by this experience was considered suitable and adequate reimbursement for these years of his life.

Initiate Years

Upon coming of age, Vaddon joined the paladin guild at the first available opportunity. Guild Leader Verika, already familiar with Vaddon granted him admittance. Lady Verika shared with him these special words at his investiture saying, “The Paladin's strength is knowledge, his sword and armor mere tools to hone a virtuous heart.” These words continue to guide Vaddon to this day as he searches for understanding of good versus evil.

Vaddon joined the formal training program directed by Lady Verika. She set expectations for him to meet in learning to use armor, weapons, and magical arts as well as a focus on the spiritual, mental and physical training. He took advantage of the morning hours to participate in any weapons classes offered, then in the afternoons took to Crossing and surrounding areas practicing what he had been taught. Evenings would find him in the corner of the library reading by candlelight or in the chambers praying and reflecting on his days.

As his skills and abilities increased, he ventured out exploring and serving the citizens of Crossing. One of his favorite activities was traveling the northern trade road between Crossing and Riverhaven ferry. He would dispatch beings that would threaten weary travelers and trade.

It was during one of these frequent patrols, that he got the notice of a trader. Vaddon came to the trader’s aid when attacked by creatures along the route saving the trader’s caravan for certain loss. The trader took a fancy to the young man, hiring him to guard her caravans on future trading business. Thus began a relationship that allowed Vaddon to acquire coins to purchase armor and weapons to aid him in his pursuit of the paladin ways.

Reflections

Sharing of stories of battles fought, lessons learned and other musings.

Roasted Rabbit

By my hand it has been 442 years, 286 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. Earlier this morning, it was time to set upon the journey south to Corik’s Wall. Rising early, gathering my things went to the Royal Mews to load Hav, my horse for the trek. After paying Mathwen for his assistance, we got underway leaving Crossing as the sun rose on the horizon. Though it took longer than expected it was at no fault of Hav’s. Shrines along the Southern Trade Road and northern Illithi required my devotion. The sights of Shard rising in the distance challenged my resolve to avoid the distractions that I fell to in Zoulern. I knew that surely would have succumbed to diversions in such a grand City to keep on my path. Keeping to the east, we rode around the city and hit the road south, leaving the incredible towers behind. As the path narrowed at the canyon entrance, I hesitated briefly as we plod along. Coming upon a strange looking man. He was a contradiction in appearance, with his unkempt hair and appearance, but also tidily equipped with his weapons and sharply dressed in his armor. After brief introductions, I asked about the Emerald Knights. He went on to great length about their fight, his role, and the evil kept at bay by their efforts. When I asked of him about members of my guild, he made mention of how the paladins on the wall were all about tactics. Specifically catching my attention was his comment about them being a different breed then those that are in Zoluren. As the sun crept behind the mountains for the night, I inquired about a place to rest for the night, he directed me further south for the night. As I setup camp and secured Hav, it was time to eat. Starting a fire was a bit difficult due to the dampness, but eventually it began to warm the cool evening. Next, I quickly prepared and began cooking a rabbit for dinner. Staring into the fire, as the rabbit roasted I though back to my conversation with Last. He’s words ringed true to my doubts. He said, “We got a different breed down here, these folks know battle and tactics like no other knights I have ever seen.” This could be my place of belonging and contribution. Ringing true to the paladin code of being a protector, this may be a place for me to learn from these Knights. To fight evil applying what I’ve learned further moves me closer to serving the gods which I have sworn fealty too. As the rabbit was done, I quickly ate, prayed, and went to sleep for the night.

Doubts

By my hand it has been 442 years, 246 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. As of late, I have struggled to find purpose for all my training. Despite my efforts, the struggle against evil and preservation of good have been in vain around Crossing. The corruption of the lands is so vast and widespread there must be a better way. I’ve also been plagued by wondering about my parents. I don’t understand why they left me nor why they never returned to get me. I also think a lot of my heritage as a member of the Kaldar race. All these thoughts and unanswered questions are distracting me. For goodness sakes, I have taken up knitting to occupy my time spent thinking about these things. As I continue to follow the training plan laid out by Warbrolus, my squire studies do include time in the library. I have been reading about the Kaldarian migration from the south, the Emerald Knights and the work being done to contain encroaching evil from the Dark Hand. These stories have been filling my head. I think I may venture south to those lands and see what I may be able to learn and contribute. As the seasons are turning, this may be a good time to see what lies to the south of Shard

The Code

On the early evening of 441 years, 362 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer, I met with Pack Protector Warbrolus Noq'Myth in the Crossing guild hall. He has been gracious enough to take me as his squire and teach me more deeply the paladin ways. One task he gave me last andu was to find the written Paladin Code. After many days of long travel, I finally located the code and had sent word to him that I had completed this task. Our meeting this evening was for me to discuss with him what I had found. This night, he found me in the Chambers of the guild hall praying to Chadatru. As I stood up, he greeted me, and I arose saluting him briskly. Without a moment’s hesitation, he asked for a report on my studies. So, I appraised him of my work training my spiritual, mental and physical aspects. I reported on the lessons learnt working with others in groups to defend good and my discovery of limitations. He stressed to me the importance of understanding my limitations as being incredibly important. He then retold his recent reminder adventure with the Northern Watch and the lessons taught to him. It was quite interesting to hear his thoughts and come to understand that the learning does not stop even when you advance so far in the guild. I suppose that is why this work is a path and not a destination. Important for me to keep that in mind. Warbrolus then asked me to show him where I found the code. So, I took him there. Upon arriving he smiled broadly at me, and I began to recite the code that I had labored to memorize. We then began to discuss the code which really challenged me, and he helped to explain some subtle aspects by asking me questions. I think these questions were to gauge how deeply I had been thinking of the code. I know that I’m only beginning to understand what is expected of me. It is important to remind myself, this is a path, not a destination. After almost an anlas discussing the code, he encouraged me and discussed my next steps. We discussed working to obtain a holy weapon. Upon concluding that conversation, there was a long pause. At first, I felt judged deeply as he looked me over to see how I fared. I expect he was checking to see if I had the indeed braced the ways and represent the guild in a fashion typical for a new paladin and behave accordingly. The silence was, I think a test, to see if I was patient. I recall Khurek once telling me about silence. If I recall his words correctly he said, “Wise men, when in doubt whether to speak or to keep quiet, give themselves the benefit of the doubt, and remain silent.” So I did just that. Then to my complete surprise, he presented me with a weapon to use in the quest. Beyond words, I could not express my gratitude or appreciation of such an honor. He shared the history of this weapon and how fond of it that he was. He told me it’s history and meaning to him. It is an incredible gift and I only hope to be worthy of wielding it. Finally, in a typical fashion I’m becoming to appreciate of Warbrolus we went hunting. Seems talking and doing are separate things and he wanted to see how the blade worked in my hands. We took to the wilds and began slaying creatures. The weapon worked smoothly as I handled it. Deftly cutting, chopping and slicing the adversaries before me. I reverted to childish ways and began to complain of fatigue. He would have nothing of it encouraging me forward using my glyph of ease and changing my tactics. It was a valuable lesson and though not at the time much appreciated because of the ache in my bones, time has let me absorb the importance of the time spent together. It was a glorious evening in my life and am so thankful Warbrolus and my paths have been joined in this point of my life.

Crossing's Sewers

Spend the past andu and a half, engaged in rooting out the ruffians hiding in Crossing’s sewers. They are a sorted lot of petty thugs, cutthroats and footpads. They were easily dispatched by the guiding hand of Chadtru on my blade though. As we battled, the lawless kept calling out to Idon for support. It made me hesitate as they reminded me how do we end up on these paths of life. Contrasting my work with what these criminals have chosen as their work. As we clashed, I came to the awareness that evil isn’t necessarily a thing. Things are not evil in themselves. For instance, a sword is not evil. Even the stroke of a sword that chops off your head is not evil in its being. In fact, unless it is a good stroke, it will not chop off your head. Where is the evil? Its in the will and the choice, which puts a wrong order into the physical world. How did these criminals start down the path away from what is good to evil? How do we help others avoid a similar fate? There is still so much to learn. I only hope that my work continues to help me understand this world. One final thought to share is the sewers are much to be avoided. The rank smell and sludge got into every crevice of my amor and soaked my pores. It took hours to properly clean my equipment and several hours in the bathhouse to rid me of the taint of that place. Though admittedly, the bathhouses were a hospitable respite from the many hours of work. I now plan to head towards the wilderness north of Arthe Dale. I hope that fresh air will return my sense of smell to normal. The plan is to spend some time in quite study reading and reflecting on my chosen path. End of report.

Blueberry Fields

During the past andu and a half, I have taken to the helping the monastery in their blueberry fields. After coming upon a Brother on my patrols that mentioned problems with skunks and granite gargoyles. I leant my sword into their service. As I spent many taxing days slaying the infestation, I began to reflect on my motives. Specifically, the question about what is good? Finally, after several days thinking about the question, I saw a tabby cat cornered by a fox along a fence row and an answer was revealed to me. Remembering the code, I intervened and scared the fox away, freeing the cornered cat. I then recalled eavesdropping on a priest lecturing a young cleric, about how the gods teach wisdom through suffering. He quoted an ancient text that said; Day by day, hour by hour Pain drips upon the heart As, against our will and even in our own despite Comes wisdom It was at that time, I recognized that freeing the cat was a kind act but not necessarily a good act. My actions ran the fox off but cheated the cat of learning how to get out the situation on its own merit. Then I realized, kindness is wanting to free others from pain. But without pain, such as hunger, illness, ignorance, or weakness what would drive me. The more deeply we love, the more we go beyond kindness. I see parents that are kind to other children, but are more demanding of their own. Thus my realization it is more noble to do good, then simply be kind. So coming to that understanding, I have left the monks to solve their own problems. While my efforts were kind, they were not necessarily good. The infestation of their fields is not fleeting. They should make the effort to improve the stone walls to keep their enemies away. My efforts only delay their own realization of the problems they have. So I have moved on and seek out more opportunities to do good. Rumors of thugs, ruffians and cutthroats in Crossing have peaked my interest and I plan to investigate. End of report.

Goblins at the Gate

My training continues as I answered a call to arms when I heard the voices yelling about Goblins at Crossing’s northeast gate. Grabbed my sword and shield and raced to answer. Inadvertently, I may have bumped a poor traveler to the ground in my haste running through the streets. As I went through the gates going blindly into the mayhem, there were all kinds of goblins that I have never seen before. It was so overwhelming I froze as I gathered my wits. It’s as if Rutilor himself spoke to me on the whisper of the wind reminding me of the code. A paladin is a protector. Then as I saw, Alaxndr engaged with four goblins and knew what I must do. I advanced to the front into the unknown. Then upon arriving was immediately surrounded by goblins. Ashamed to admit though, I considering fleeing. Then as if the same whispers filled my head with the code, I was reminded of the code. When it is necessary to fight, I will take a forward position in the battle, facing the foe boldly. This cleared my head of the doubts and I committed to the fight before me. Knowing that the empaths Kethrai, Kaelie and Koryn, were fully engaged did strengthen my resolve. Ultimately after reconciling myself to retreating not being an option the rest was a blur. Memories etched into my mind do include valiant acts of bravery and skillful work of some of the defenders. Like seeing a goblin marauder moving like a goshawk, slice at Salvitoriel’s stomach slicing it open. But there was no stopping him. He recovered and driving in like the overwhelming force of a hurricane, swinging has maul landing an awesome strike killing the vile creature. Another sight etched in my mind was that of Alaxndr as graceful as a mongoose. He is definitely a master combatant using his maul. He landed an earth-shaking strike completely destroying a goblin’s shoulders and back. Briefly there were glimpse of Mol fighting with his bare hands. Hitting them with precision strikes and deft moves that reminded me of what I could hope to achieve one day. If a display such of that doesn’t give one confidence, I don’t know what would. It was quite a sight to see. One day, I hope I will be occupying the battleground as adeptly as those warriors. Fortunately Kaelie, Kethrai and Korya were there tending the wounded and casting their spells to calm the attackers. Honestly, without their help it would have been a different ending likely resulting in the deaths of the defenders. I could go on. But having finally cleared the gate and surrounding trails the vanquished Goblins were gone. The carnage on the battlefield was stunning. That is the end of report I suppose. The lesson learned is follow the code. Rutilor shines his light on those that live to the code.