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Anonymous 12/16/10 (Thu)03:47 No.13170284 Hide Gather 'round to hear the tale of Donovan Graham Everyone who knew him thought that he was a paladin, but he was not. Everyone who knew him thought that he was noble-born, but he was not. Everyone who knew him thought that he was a brave man, but he was not. A rogue and a con artist, what began as a simple attempt to get free lodgings at a temple for the night rapidly spiraled into a lie from which Donovan could not escape. That very night, word came that the governor was calling up a band of brave souls to set forth and attempt to gain intelligence upon or even slow the advance of an army pushing up from the south. He had beseeched the church to send aid and while there was not one among their elderly ranks who could have endured such a trial, there WAS their visiting brother-paladin "But I've no armor, no weapons. I donated them all to the poor," Donovan explained Then take with you these relics, the blade and armor of a great knight entrusted to our care. As one equal to him in both baring and breeding, we know he would approve of your using them," the monks answered back. And so given a weapon he'd no idea how to use and clad in armor so heavy he could barely stand, Donovan Graham joined a rough band of mercenaries and patriots to face a vast and terrible army His plan was to run the first chance he got, yet in that first attempt he blundered straight into caught up with him, cheering the brave Paladin Donovan for uncovering the spy enemy spy. In panic and through sheer luck, he put his sword through the man's chest, and collapsed bellow a tree. The rest of the band Anonymous 12/16/10 (Thu)03:47 No.13170293 Hide So continued his every effort to flee, at least four more times carrying him unwittingly into the clutches of danger and death. The rest of the band were amazed at his ability to sniff out ambushes and patrols and the almost berserker-like fervor in which he set upon their foes Finally, realizing that his only chance to survive was to keep in the company of the others, Donovan ceased attempting to flee. Soon he began to impress them with other skills, such as the settings of traps and snares, being able to talk an entire camp of local bandits into aiding them, and even methods to stealthily approach enemy lines without being seen. It was clear to them all that his religious passion and knightly virtue was tempered with great worldly knowledge. Unanimously, it was agreed that HE would lead the guerrilla movement against the enemy Donovan, despite himself, began to grow fo f the member of his band. In particular the young bard with laughing green eyes who delighted in his knowledge of bawdy songs (" wouldn't think a member of nobility would know that Donovan." "Are you kidding? We WROTE it.") and the half-elven wizardess with the freckled face, whose worldliness both awed and frightened him. Even the half-orc, as grou nfriendly a man as had ever been born, had somehow become a pillar d the local population, they slowed and even checked the advancing army. A bounty was placed on all their heads, but n was higher than for the Black-Haired who lead them. Despite ha managed to avoid directly involving himself in battle nearly the time, legends rose about his great prowess and mastery of the sword. How he could, in a single sweep of his fiery blad through soldiers Anonymous 12/16/10 (Thu)03:49 No.131 Such rumors awakened the dark hungers of the commanding general of the invaders, whose power skill was matched only by his ruthlessness. He longed to face the paladin in a duel a prove how mortal this legend was. Yet, swered or else resulted in hes that badly weakened his forces Finally, this man had set upon a course of ac Donovan would have but to face him. With his most loyal commanders at his side ormed int f the communities tha pported the nt eve eld as hostages every soul in town, th ng to kill them nless the aladin faced him A paladin uld not have turned his back upon those people. A thief trouble. Do the protests became too much to talk off novan spent days avoiding the llen cry for action ge s smoO ns is allies. He wa ble to so save face righ il the first headless body was placed upon a stake outside of town revenge rose from every corn Donovan knew there wa rted frig he decided, he would run away. As always though, his luck was poor thoug was over. A life tha e passed close to the bard,I ing with son ility. His resolve to flee was not yet brok nly to run into the wizardess instead had decided, would involve him nfidence in himm ng the commander would mean, but most expected to lead once the wan like everything else," he had smiled then, sardonic and sad. "l don't even get asked She had smiled too a IS Some thi just decided for you. They're never your Anonymous 12/16/10 (Thu)03:51 No.13170320 Hide boug And the looking on, because desp stayed. Perhaps h ame to believe she was right. Perhaps h orgo even been trying to run away. Perhaps his own legends. Perhaps he just knew that the companions whom he loved were Il wisdom, Donovan went to the occupied town to face his opposit battle was brief eye it was clear that the He was struck down. Laying bleeding and immobile on the ground, while his foe raised a bloody sword i ing was moving ing the straps of his cumbersome armor, leaving to lay his heavy sword. Impossibly, he stood despite his wou IS poisoned himself even befo foes back lay open to him, Donovan waited, Waited just long urn about, waited to see the look in the other man's eyes before he drove the dagger straight into of those same eyes and killed him instantly By that time, the shocked enemy commanders had already been secretly surrounded by the guerrillas and were captured. The hostages were freed. The army was scattered. The flag of the nation once more waved high above the town. Donovan stayed standing just long enough to see it happen, before his body slumped to the ground once more. Dead for good this time, either from the poison in his veins or the blood that had spilled out of them And to this day, Saint Donovan Graham is honored as the patron of Guerrillas and Just Causes

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