In honour of my new rank, i've penned this little diary....enjoy..

And as though from a dream, I awaken.
How long have I been out for? how long have I been under?
I wretch, the stench of rotting corpses surrounding me quickly brings me back to my senses.
With consciousness, comes the memory.

The memory, it seems so long ago! Under the guidance and fellowship of my fellows brothers and sisters I embarked on this long winding road.
countless realms have I laid waste to, the corpses fallen under my blade too many to remember, but this latest battle pushed even my sturdy heart almost beyond the limits of endurance.

The Attack, how fear and dread put a fist around my heart as I turned that last corner.
The treasure almost in my grasp, the sound, the constant buzzing as of a hundred wings beating in harmony, growing louder, deafening, numbing the senses. They attack, they overwhelm, they fall asunder, but to what cost?
I examine my bruised and battered body, stitching the wounds as best I can, cleaning the infections with fireWhiskey, The pain returns, I pass out momentarily, But am awakened by a godly apparition, love, overwhelming love, surges through my body healing all wounds, leaving me refreshed. The apparition smiles, Welcome home brother, may the power of the Paladin flow through you always..
I smile, I stand, I bow and give thanks to Thanos, a god among leaders....
HAIL POLC...hurrah...
onwards....and beyond..

DingleDale - Proud Paladin of PoLC.

moorlord stands shoulder to shoulder as dingledale enters the guild hall ,the empty space at the paladins table laden with fine foods and ale moorlord holds out the seat for his brother "your seat sir" dingledale takes his rightful place.
"you earned this ,it is your feast" moorlord whispers"and remember,you have achieved something i never did brother,paladin.....i envy your achievment" the feast begins.....