I first joined up with the other members of my party in a tavern in a nearby village. There was Shana the magicuser, Ridithan the ranger, Flaraninghan a Gnome jester, myself Beorn, and faithful cleric the Dwarf Dereg. We were all beginners and were waiting for an adventure to present itself. A Lieutenant of the guard came in and asked us if we could help him. To my disgust Ridithan got a mug full of piss from the tender and offered it to the soldier, who quickly knocked it away. Soon the evil burst forth from all the people in the tavern and I was caught up in a brawl that the ranger had started. My party was outnumbered so I went to their aid and when the fight was over I realized that I had killed a man in my act of protecting the party. We ran from the tavern and instead of confronting the constables, we stole the money and ran. We helped make up for this evil act by tracking down and killing a rabid bear that had been eating people in the area. Then we were sent on a mission to map the not known planet around us. Our party agreed but I felt as though I was disgracing my god by exploring instead of protecting good, but then I realized that it was a sign from Tyr that I was to spread his will. We went out to destroy evil, but I died trying to save my friends from some giant insects, then I was brought back by Dereg's god. I thought surely that it was a sign from Tyr that we could not do any more evil or I would not wake again.
We went out and started to slay the evil in the land and my heart started to lift. Everything was going fine except we into a mountain and my good friend Dereg was slain by Orcs. We eventually killed them all off. Natura, a druid that had recently joined our party also fell to the Orcs. I felt that they had fallen in the cause of their gods, but when I voiced my opinion to the party, I felt their hatred of me deepen. In all the dungeons and caves we went into my party mercilessly slaughtered the creatures that they ran into, and in the cities they stole from their own kind and slept with the tramps. They were all making me sick, when we were called to go save a planet from an evil takeover. Now this was my kind of work and my heart lightened at the thought. We met another party there that was also trying to save this world that happened to be their native home.
I went up to an Elven Cavalier that I was sure felt the same way that I did about the evil deeds of adventurers. I at first took a direct approach and asked him if he would be my friend. He said fuck off, so I thought he must be in a bad mood because of the impending doom of his homeland. I followed him around in order to get closer to him and try to help his conscience. Then I started to hear the rumors that he had stolen a galley from a poor merchant just recently and that he enjoyed stealing in cities, and seducing young women into his bed. Everyone there hated me and I would have left if I did not realize that someone of pure heart such as myself, had to save this world.
When we ventured out to save the land my party pillaged it almost as
badly as they pillaged the evil that they were fighting. When
I was in danger, they rarely lent me the help that I gladly gave to them.
Then they all left the planet when they realized that the evil was taking
over. I bristled with anger at them, but I could only follow, for
if I stayed I would surely die.
When we got home I confronted them with there evil ways and the cavalier
just threatened to kill me if he ever saw me again. I was so overcome
with all of their hatred and evil that I went back to my home and retired
from Paladinhood, as I realized that there was no use in trying to save
people that looked at me with scorn and thought evil deeds to give them
selfish gains.