Holy warrior without a God

Yesterday was such a day! I started my morning by sending some undead back to the underworld and practicing to express the different aspects of my soul through combat. I must admit that the three different callings that my soul answers to sometimes create some inner turmoil. Paladin... Reaver... Void Knight...

Well, as the story goes, I was more of a pure Paladin before my death. Then, being dead for so long, I brought back a touch of deathly magic and a darker side to my personality from the afterlife. I am still getting to terms with these conflicts - protecting through seeking death fearlessly and saving the innocents through dark powers.

The holiness that once was seems eradicated from my templar soul. The belief is gone but the powers remain. It is a quite interesting experience, being a holy warrior without a God.

With these musings in my head, I left the graveyards of Freemarsch and ventured into the city. Whatever calling my soul hears, above all I am female and in need of shopping and society. So I ventured into the City of Meridian and met this chick with really wierd hair. Is that the style? Should I abandon my white-sprinkled mohawk in order to be in this season?

Well, I am not changing my hair. It's fierce. And you can forget about me wearing a helmet! In fact, I went to the dye shop and bought some purple dye to make my armor match my coloring.

Shut up, you wish you were purple too!

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