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Cyrus the Paladin

Brother Rolff the shoved the great spear further into the chest of his enemy. The red-rimmed eyes of the orc chieftan narrowed in hate, but it was an impotent malevolence that soon faded into cloudy gray as the vile warrior sank to his knees for the last time, collapsing onto his face as the Paladin Commander withdrew the weapon.

Their leader slain, the other orcs began to cast down their swords and axes and sue for mercy. But the Commander, resplendent in black steel armor with a white cross on his shield, shook his head, even as he wiped the blood from his spear. "Cleanse this foul spawn!" As his warriors set about running down the remaining foes, Rollf strode to a group of half-starved looking humans that were chained in one corner of the encampment. He proclaimed, "Fear not, for your freedom is at hand!" But his voice fell as he noted that one of the slaves was with child. He approached the woman and raised her chin with one finger. In astonishment, he discerned that beneath the grime and despite the gaunt features, she was stunning.

"It's an abomination!" the woman cried in a cracked voice. Rollf's eyes widened in the shock of realization and he nearly let the woman's head fall. But a sudden certainty struck him. "In body, he may be. But together we will nurture his soul, and he will serve the gods and this land more faithfully than any other in his time."

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Cyrus was raised by Beylinda and Brother Rolff until their deaths when he was in his teens. Rolff imposed a stern but compassionate discipline on the boy, knowing that only through revering Order and adhering to a strict physical and moral code could Cyrus overcome the chaotic tendencies of his orcish blood. The boy grew physically powerful like most of his cursed race, but maintained a zealotlike devotion to Law and Rightousness, with a tendency toward helping the meek and downtrodden which earned him the semi-sardonic nickname of The Paladin (Although he aspires to earn that moniker). He stands 6 feet 7 inches tall with grayish-green skin, protruding lower fangs and a jutting brow. His hair is black and close cropped and he sports a close-shaven beard. In order to achieve the destiny of Rulership his father foresaw, he will stamp out wickedness wherever it grows and forge the land into a blessing in the sight of the gods. He tends to use a lot of capital letters when he speaks. He also loves ale. A lot.

Paladin Cyrus

I have paid the Town Builders fer meh new wooden abode and today I have moved in to occupy the said premises.

Cyrus the Paladin Post Play & MMORPG RPG Text

Advisor Description

A stately, wizened figure in velvet black robes emblazoned with a white cross emerged from a corner of the tavern. She came to stand beside the rough wooden table where the brutish lad lay hunched over his third tankard. "Cyrus, your grief is a credit to your soul. You have become the man your parents wished you to be. Now you must fulfill the destiny the gods have laid before your feet."

The half-orc slowly looked up at the willowy woman with her serene face and iron-gray bun. "Who are you", he growled. The woman placed a wrinkled hand on his forearm, a platinum ring gleaming on the fourth finger. "I am Mother Aughra, and I have been watching your journey at the behest of your father. I am here to help you complete it."

Cyrus found himself unable to swat the hand away, annoyed as he was by this intrusion. "Yeah! Well the only thing I'm gonna complete is this ale!" The impassive brown eyes watched as Cyrus drained his tankard and then sneered at the newcomer defiantly. The woman's face betrayed no emotion. "Do as you will. I will come to you in the morning." A trace of a smile played at the corner of her lips. "When I suspect you will be glad of my talents. Sleep well."

Paladin Cyrus

Deity of Cyrus

Arising from the Original Void to fight the demons of chaos and bring Order to the Universe, The Lady is a warrior in armor of deep black, emblazoned with a glowing white cross. Her eyes blaze forth white from her deep black features. She is a Mistress of the Sword, wielding her gold and platinum blade known as Justice. She is a defender of the oppressed, and the sword arm of the Righteous.

Paladin Cyrus

I, Cyrus the Paladin, was attacked by a Creep and was victorious in combat.

Cyrus the Paladin

Let me telleth thee the story of how I killed a Dog Rat. The Dog Rat attacked and with my skills I killed it. That was the end of the Dog Rat. Like my story?

Cyrus Paladin

I have defeated a Bat Swarm. Let all know that it be by the mighty hands of Cyrus the Paladin.

Cyrus Paladin Text RPG MMORPG & Play Post

Reflections on your father

Reflections on My Father.

My father was Brother Rolff, Commander of the Paladins of Iomedae. He lifted me from a destiny of misery and taught me how to be a man in the sight of The Lady. He was a giant among the Righteous, and a courageous and tireless fighter. Wickedness and Vice quailed beneath his stern ice blue gaze and gave way before his spear and sword, but his way with his family was gentle.

When not fighting, he tilled the land, bringing Order to the Earth itself and supplying the needy with sustenance. When I am Ruler of Kings, each day will be a tribute to Brother Rolff.