It has been 3 months since have been blessed with his mark. Looking back I would hardly recognize the fool I was before letting the power of Khellenduras into my heart. I have grown much since the day I first chanced to follow the raven through the snow and into the darkness. My Lord has been kind to me. His power flows through me now. His will has become mine action. I am his hand, his paladin....
I speak to Joseph, he tells me of the whispers he hears. He tells me of the herald, one who has failed my Lord in the past. He speaks of the growing frusteration of the Hand, as it lies impotent. He tells me of the defilement of my Lord's temple. A grim understanding that has developed between us, of things that must be done. Now I spend my days in violent training and my nights in silent prayer. A cold fire burns within my now, I am his hand, the agent of purification. The corruption of the elves runs deep through this land. The true extent of their subversive acts remains hidden, but I intend to uncover it. The will of Khellenduras be served.
-Beltane