The ghostly fog rose up past the kneeling Paladin, taking form in a towering humanoid visage with a face twisted in malice.
“Forgive me my lord but I can no longer serve you as I do now, slaying the heathens that curse your name. I am haunted by the fear and hate in the eyes of those whoms lives I’ve ended, as well as the notion that they may reek their revenge on me in death. And so I beg of you, may I cease my crusade and serve you in another manner?”
The deity’s foggy image became dark. It rose higher, and the blackened fog encircling the Paladin drew closer.
“You think your stopping your quest for blood to be the cause for my anger? If so, then you are far more insolent than I first presumed you to be. You have slain countless innocents in my name, only stopping now because you fear the consequences your violent actions may bring you. Never did I even suggest my desire for such a slaughter, yet you took it upon yourself to reek havoc and dared to call it a service to me!”
The Paladin was at a complete and utter loss for words. “B—But I was only carrying out your will, my lord. Using the skills you helped me to learn to see out your your wishes.”
The deity’s form flew towards the Paladin, who hastily shut their eyes and lowered their head. When they opened their eyes again, the foggy face of their deity as only inches away from their own.
“I led you to that temple when you were a child to learn the ways of the monks in order to bring peace to these lands and punish the wicked, NOT so that you may nominate yourself executioner of all those you see!”
The Paladin was appalled. “H-how do I right this?”
The deity was silent a moment. “You would just as quickly obey any order I could give you, even if they had you committing horrors more terrible than those you already have, all because I claimed them to be my true will. You only wish to escape punishment, to appease me. You know not of right and wrong, only what I say right and wrong to be.”
The Paladin felt a twinge of frustration, and confusion as well. “Is that not what matters?” The Paladin hastily added, “I simply don’t want to fail you, my lord.”
The deity sighed. “No, it is I that has failed you for letting you go down this path so long. But I cannot help you find the right one, either.”
With that the deity dissolved, leaving the Paladin alone and lost with what to do.
- Skill Proficiencies: Survival and Medicine. Your deity wants you with the knowledge to heal, for you have done far too much destroying.
- Tool Proficiencies: Herbal/healing kit, any one type of sword.
- Languages: Common + one other (must coincide with your deity’s nature)
Your deity has left you. You have gotten no help from them at all whatsoever since that day they practically renounced you, leaving you to make sense of it and yourself, and what you are to do now.
Suggested Characteristics
- You are uncertain about most things. But once you decide if something would probably displease your deity, you would do anything you can to avoid that thing. Besides that you are pretty much an empty slate.
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