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- “This is ridiculous!” Nilon insisted. “I don’t want any help, I don’t need any help!”
- “You will need the assistance, Sir Nilon,” Lord Holyhammer replied. “The Scourge is to great a thing for one Paladin to face alone. Especially when one is in the Plaugelands.”
- “But this isn’t a battle against the Scourge! This is just a scouting mission for an attack against them!”
- “It’s still the Scourge we’re talking about.”
- Nilon scowled. He respected the chief Paladin – if nothing else – but Lord Holyhammer had paired him with the two worst possible partners: a Human Warrior and a High Elf Mage. Not to mention Nilon was adamant against receiving any type of help whatsoever. The Human, though, he could possibly work with. Jason Thomas – as was his name – seemed like a reasonable man, although his bear-like appearance and untrimmed brown hair easily conveyed the fact that he was a hardened warrior. But, the High Elf – a Celen Dawnweaver – radiated pure spite towards Nilon, and despite her obvious beauty – blond hair with dark streaks, and a slim curve to her body – he felt the same way about her.
- “Sir Nilon,” Jason said, “although I understand your thinking, I agree with Lord Holyhammer’s reasoning. In the unfortunate – and, Light-willing, unlikely – case that something should go wrong, it would be better to have allies there to assist you than have to face it on your own. Don’t you agree?”
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Not helping, Nilon though, but nodded in agreement.
- “Then there is nothing more to discuss,” Lord Holyhammer interjected. “Gather your possessions, Sir Nilon, there will be a boat waiting at Stormwind harbor for you and your companions.”
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- Nilon was still scowling by the time he got back to his apartment in the Slaughtered Lamb. Nilon had chosen a residence so close to the Mage Quarter because it reminded him of Silvermoon before it fell – minus the Warlocks in the tavern’s basement. He had returned to gather what few items he was taking with him; his journal, a few pairs of spare cloths, and, of course, his sword.
- When he had taken up the mantle of a Paladin he had also picked up his first weapon having preferred to attack with pure magic during his days as a priest. Now, with the Sunwell’s power beyond his reach, he was no longer allowed that luxury.
- Nilon picked up his blade. It had started out as a simple one, but he had used his spare time to hammer it into a more fitting tool for regular use during visits to the Dwarven District. The Dwarfs had charged a pretty copper for his use of their forgers and anvils, but Nilon still thought the result was worth every coin.
- The blade had been so refined to the point that just a small amount of pressure on the blade’s edge was enough to draw blood. He had also fixed the hilt, making it lighter but stronger. Finally, he had added a golden pattern into the hilt of an otherwise dull-gray sword and placed a Tigerseye crystal into it as well, giving the blade just one more personal touch.
- Nilon lifted the sword gracefully from its resting place on a display stand. It still felt like a weapon, despite his frivolous modifications. He twirled it several times and then swung, lodging the sharpened edge into a training dummy that he kept in his room for practice.
- Yes, it was a fine blade; against an actual foe the deep gash it had made in the training dummy would have been completely lethal. He smiled confidently and then gave it a mighty tug, dislodging it from its resting place in the dummy. He sheathed the blade, threw his backpack over his shoulder, and then began to make his way to Stormwind harbor, wondering how long it would be before he had the chance to use his weapon on the Scourge.