1099: A Templar's story.

A Paladin's Story.

A year ago, Paladin George would never have opened that door, if he had known his life would flash before his eyes in an instant. George knew of the dangers he and his fellow crusaders were facing all in the name of God, or at least the Christian god which he firmly and proudly stood for. As a Paladin, George is fully devoted to kindness and ridding the universe of "Evil". In combat, a Paladin with a cause is almost impossible to defeat. In turn Paladin's fear nothing, for "Evil" fears them. As George finished reminiscing he charged through the sieged gates swiping and crushing any and all foes against "God" while running through the crumbled, dusty and knee hight blood filled area and walkways of Jerusalem. As George walked down the sidewalks of the religious city with his broadsword glimmering from the sunlight while striking down Muslims attacking me and his fellow holy soldiers. Mesmerised by the sight and sound of flaming catapult projectiles and terrified blood curtlin screams of non-Christians. Silence was all he could hear after. Paladin George only heard a noise from a nearby door which he carefully opened. He groaned in pain as he got hit in the head with a blunt object by scared citizens, which caused him to stumble backwards and lose his sense of vision for a moment. He looked around. They fled the attackers who assaulted him that is but that was of no importance after the struck them down with a quick and heavy blow to their heads making them bleed heavily on the ground motionless. The crusaders who were sent and rule the holy city had succeeded capturing and killing off the enemies remaining innocents and soldiers who were trying to flee. With that George sat down taking his helmet off, while wearing his clunky and broad armour sighing with relief that he and the crusaders won or had won the siege.