Thanks for taking the time to have a look. It has been along time since I've written so your feedback is really appreciated to help me get back on my game. Stick around awhile, there's some romance and violence to make it worth your while (I hope).
-Chapter One-
Casavir plodded along the road, not really looking where he was headed. It was another day; all the days were becoming a blur to him as each changed little from the last.
The once proud paladin looked shabby and faded. No one would know by his appearance he had been a holy warrior of Tyr aside from fact the average traveler didn't wear plate armor and carry such impressive weaponry. One would easily assume him to be a sell sword for that is what he had become.
Casavir sighed as his thoughts once more turned to the inner turmoil. His mind allowed him no peace and no matter how far he ran, he could never escape his thoughts. Casavir walked nowhere, searching for what only he knew for months. He would occasionally stop to do any tasks for coins or a meal. He had no pride anymore, becoming humble and having lost his divine spark. Casavir was on a lonely quest seeking redemption- pride had no place in that quest. Pride was what had brought him to his downfall and it was the enemy.
Casavir remembered with deepest regret what had brought him low. It had been about a woman, the classic downfall of many a hero. This made it all that much worse in his mind; now he was a fool like so many others before him. She had been young and beautiful; he was a full fledged paladin training and serving his god for years but having very limited experience with women. He had been dedicated to his calling allowing himself no time for idle things such as romance.
It was the classic story- hero becomes infatuated with the tasty and forbidden girl. The lovely young woman is betrothed to an ogre of a young lord by force and seeks a champion to save her from a life of drudgery and unwelcome "wifely duties."
Ophala had been lovely, sweet and cunning. Casavir blamed himself for falling for her pleads of mistreatment at her betrothed hands, believed her rosewater scented letters filled with words of love and devotion that only he could fulfill. He had done what any foolhardy hero would have done; he charged in headfirst demanding a duel for Ophala's honor against the young lord. Casavir had been victorious of course. The odds were unbelievably in his favor but he had won nothing more than dishonor. He learned too late the man was not in fact mistreating Ophala and was the son of a well respected and connected lord who demanded retribution. The truth was Ophala had not wanted to marry the noble and had wrapped Casavir around her coy little fingers to do her bidding to rid her of an unpleasant situation. Casavir had played the fool, had been nothing more then a lovely diversion and he had played the part too well.
Casavir had been used and humiliated. He was called before Lord Nasher so that justice might be served. Casavir was called to trial but it was mere formality since there could only be one outcome. He had known the result would have been his death and he ran, taking the coward's answer instead of facing the justice he had dedicated his life to. Now Casavir felt he was a hypocrite to all that he had previously lived for.
He wandered, hiding from the Neverwinter troops in fear any might recognize him. He wanted to atone, but in his own way. Now he looked for the opportunity to redeem himself, a cause to lend his warhammer to that he might once again gain favor in Tyr's eyes.