Some men are born to greatness, many follow the path of light, some the darkness. Others fall before they tread either. Leaders are born or made, warriors are forged in fire and death, but order and power are made by the strongest. The weak follow the strong, and I am not weak. I will forge order. I will bring law. My law and my order made with my power.
I am Ekkehardt. You shall know me..
Ekkehardt is all about Him. He is the first LE Anti-Paladin of Him, a new breed forged to bring the order and glory of Him back unto the land, and retribution to those that slew his servants and cast him out.
That's the plan anyway, but first he must survive some trials to prove his worthiness to his god. It may take some time to prove his worth as anything other than a soldier.
I intend to bring His worship back to prominence, bring vengeance upon the church that slaughtered my brothers and sisters, and place myself at the head of a new kingdom forged in His name.
I will do this with blade, blood, fire, and what ever tools needed.
Those that ally with me will be rewarded with places at my feet.
True friends will be rewarded with places by my side.
I am in this cell because I broke ties with my family. I have forsaken my last name as it applies to me, no more. I am part of their legacy no more.
My crime...Mass Murder. I preached the Gospel to those I believed to be open to it, my fellow soldiers, my brothers. They had deaf ears and tried to hold me for imprisonment. They failed and I sent them to the beyond. My entire platoon. All, even those that fell and asked for mercy. I gave them none. It was wonderful to shed blood in his name, no longer hiding my love for him.
I was blessed in that night. I was shown a higher purpose, a calling that I believed in. My fellow paladins where weak of resolve and blood.
I am not.
I fear death before I have achieved my destiny above all else.
I fear weakness in me, doubt, softness of pity, my body failing, weakness in my soul.