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- Joined
- Dec 25, 2012
- Location
- 'Murica
The land of Mareth had been effectively saved. The demon incursion had been halted, their leaders deposed, and their hordes scattered. A champion of Ingnam was said to have saved the land from the scheming of the hellspawn, then fade to obscurity. The tradition of sending a human every year through the portal continued. Mareth was still full of danger. Other forces would try to take advantage of the power gap, but all in all, things were safer.
But not completely safe.
Evelyn was told of this as she crossed the portal as the newest champion. The stable gateway, now closed, but was still her charge, her duty to guard and defend. When she crossed, the woman was not greeted by anything or anyone, just an abandoned campsite used by her predecessors. This was her home now. Evelyn stood tall, her long, red hair tied in a bun. The blue eyes she possessed scanned the horizon for signs of anything malicious. She had quite a bit of muscle mass on her, and not much cleavage, not that anyone would know under the full plate she wore, and the quality broadsword she kept at her side made sure it stayed on. The woman came equipped for the task, having been adopted by Ingnam's church and trained as a holy guardian, a paladin. Evelyn crushed and slain anything that turned out to be hostile. She was a trained warrior, and carried her job out with extreme prejudice.
The paladin had only spent less than a month in the demonic realm, but she was getting used to many recurring themes here. The vile nature of the monsters and their intent on raping her, the common foods and drinks that would hold impure alchemical properties, the corruption's effect was everywhere. So far, Evelyn had managed to keep her body completely free of taint. Her vigilance drove out anything even remotely demonic from around the gate. She would try to work things out fairly with words with the inhabitants, but usually their corrupted nature just ended in having them assault her. Evelyn enjoyed putting them out of their misery, but she longed for someone to simply talk to. An equal. Evelyn needed companionship, or this isolation might start doing things to her head.
This day in particular, she had already made the daily patrol routes. It was already nighttime. Evelyn sat by a warm campfire, staring into the fire, trying keep her mind off of how long she would have to do this. The same routine, over and over. This was already tiring for her.
But not completely safe.
Evelyn was told of this as she crossed the portal as the newest champion. The stable gateway, now closed, but was still her charge, her duty to guard and defend. When she crossed, the woman was not greeted by anything or anyone, just an abandoned campsite used by her predecessors. This was her home now. Evelyn stood tall, her long, red hair tied in a bun. The blue eyes she possessed scanned the horizon for signs of anything malicious. She had quite a bit of muscle mass on her, and not much cleavage, not that anyone would know under the full plate she wore, and the quality broadsword she kept at her side made sure it stayed on. The woman came equipped for the task, having been adopted by Ingnam's church and trained as a holy guardian, a paladin. Evelyn crushed and slain anything that turned out to be hostile. She was a trained warrior, and carried her job out with extreme prejudice.
The paladin had only spent less than a month in the demonic realm, but she was getting used to many recurring themes here. The vile nature of the monsters and their intent on raping her, the common foods and drinks that would hold impure alchemical properties, the corruption's effect was everywhere. So far, Evelyn had managed to keep her body completely free of taint. Her vigilance drove out anything even remotely demonic from around the gate. She would try to work things out fairly with words with the inhabitants, but usually their corrupted nature just ended in having them assault her. Evelyn enjoyed putting them out of their misery, but she longed for someone to simply talk to. An equal. Evelyn needed companionship, or this isolation might start doing things to her head.
This day in particular, she had already made the daily patrol routes. It was already nighttime. Evelyn sat by a warm campfire, staring into the fire, trying keep her mind off of how long she would have to do this. The same routine, over and over. This was already tiring for her.