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A shrill screech echoes through the courtyard as a towering mountain of hard angles and spikes strides in. The cry erupts again from the wickedly curved beak of the large black bird comprising the base of the mountain. Black leather, steel, and fabric make up its barding. A circle of black carpenter's nails is emblazoned on a slash of red cloth across its chest.

The rider atop the creature is clad entirely in fiendishly patterned plate, with black and red robes swirling about it. The mithril armor gleams blindingly in the sun, with jagged dark spikes of cold iron jutting out at odd angles. Twin pinpricks of red light survey the grounds from within the visor of a horned helm, eerily silent given the bulk of the armor. The heraldry of the knight stands proudly on a tabards draped over one shoulder:a golden sword before the red roundel of Cheliax, wreathed within a halo of black nails. One mailed fist grasps the reins of the bird, trailing a white silk ribbon embroidered with a gold longsword.

As the duo approach, the knight nods toward the Wayang and pony. "Madam Saiville, Madam Legacy. I trust you are well."

The Hellknight dismounts and strides into the practice area, the bird following close behind. As they near Marros, a husky but surprisingly melodic voice with a crisp Chelaxian accent.

"It's vital to be able to fight competently on foot as well, sir. There are many places you'll delve as a pathfinder where a mount, for one reason or another, is ill-suited to the task at hand or just plain unwelcome. They do offer a high degree of tactical flexibility, though. Especially the smart ones."

She pats the axebeak on its beak.

"Isn't that right, Kantaria?"

An imposing figure wrapped in gleaming mithril with with wicked protruding cold iron spikes rides into the training area atop a large black bird, reins gripped in a steel gauntlet wrapped in white cloth with gold embroidery. The bird wears leather and mail barding fashioned in harsh, jagged patterns similar to the rider's plate. Both feature Chelish roundels worked into the patterns, and the rider carries a longsword on one hip and has a small iron icon of a longsword surrounded by a sunburst formed of welded iron nails hanging from the other hip. The rider's saddle and legs are obscured by red and black robes, and flickering light occasionally dances from beneath them.

The rider and mount survey the grounds and their gaze lingers on the pathfinders practicing their lance charges.

Aboyd, your thinking strikes me as closer to a Hellknight than a paladin. Lawful neutral, sticking to the letter of the law without regard to the morality of the action.

Paladins will automatically fall if they ever willingly commit an evil act. They do not automatically fall for willingly committing a chaotic act. When placed into a conflict between the law and what is righteous and good, the paladin should choose good every time.

A lithe figure encased in aggressively styled, gleaming mithril armor bedecked with cold iron spines strides into the temple. Its helmeted head scans the room with faint red glowing pinpricks visible through a dark T-shaped slit, the whole helmet framed by fiendish horns curving from the top down towards the chin. Draped from under the spiked left pauldron are scarlet and black robes that hang to mithril-booted feet. The robes have just starting to fray at the edges, and a glaring eye formed into the breastplate peeks out from over them. The leather bandoleer and straps show signs of years of hard use. Resting atop the robes is a simple adornment; a small iron longsword in a a sunburst formed of iron nails.

This is the meeting place of the Silver Crusade. I am here to petition for membership.

<sigh>

There's nothing to see here, sir. Move along.

The Order of the Nail appreciates your submission and compliance on this matter.

Page 20 of the guide, the last paragraph right above After the Scenario.

No character may ever have two of the same Chronicle sheet--a given Chronicle sheet must be applied to a different character each time it's earned.

Dragnmoon wrote:

Oddest Group I ever played in was a Table with All Paladins of Iomedae.

2 Aasimar Paladins of Iomedae
1 Tiefling Paladin of Iomedae
1 Human Paladin of Iomedae

We played The Quest for Perfection—Part I: The Edge of Heaven.

After you finish it, you could form a band that always adventure together, the ** spoiler omitted **

I would join this band.

First, the Decemvirate, in its infinite wisdom, sends me into a gardening shop whence I was mauled by a large topiary. Damage, I can recover from. The wounds to my dignity from the next plants cut far deeper.

In the depths of a sacked stronghold which rightfully belonged to my fair Cheliax, an infestation of some sort of huge plant tore into my expeditionary group, catching us as we approached and devouring us one by one before cacooning us and...defecating us out to save for later. The Inheritor blessed my with the strength I needed to t them that day. That, and my companion's liberal application of fireballs.

Immediately after that mission, I was summoned to explore the ruins of an ancient elven tower. The drow under the tower I could handle. I RELISHED the opportunity to vanquish the demons they had bound into service. But the fungal growths incapacitated me with their spores and I narrowly avoided becoming an incubator for their young.

I have faced down demons inspiring myth and legend, ancient undead from time immemorial, and conquered a Runelord for the glory of the Inheritor, but my Lady, save me from the botanical horrors of this world.

"I am am bound by my Orders, my Oaths, and the gods to speak the truth and honor my vows. I witnessed this miscreant stealing from this good proprietor here. He was a witness as well. Furthermore, this girl has openly admitted to the theft in her advertisment. I am still waiting for her explanation in order to resolve this, peacefully if possible. What concern do you have in this, sir?"

"I witnessed you committing a theft. Explain yourself, and I may be lenient."

"...Are you trying to tell me these are alchemical confections?

"Sir, are you the proprietor of this establishment? Do you have a permit to sell confectionaries?"