Comme les deux marchaient à l'intérieur des murs du château, il semblait très semblable à d'autres fortifications, bien qu'il fût difficile de ne pas remarquer à quel point il était petit comparé à même Therra Enclave. Les bases étaient cependant présentes; un forgeron, un magasin général, le boucher, une auberge qui a doublé comme une taverne, plusieurs maisons nobles, le château lui-même, et un temple. Il ne serait pas long pour le couple de prendre conscience de l'air tendu à l'intérieur des murs que les gens du commun et les nobles chuchotaient dans des voix effrayantes, scuttling à travers les routes, et plusieurs chevaliers et gardes patrouillent dans les rues.
Le bâtiment qui se distinguait le plus était le temple contre le mur est, pas pour sa structure, mais à cause de la quantité de gardes qui se tenaient à la disposition à ses portes - les dalles de pierre barrées avec des grumes de bois pour garder quelque chose ou quelqu'un à l'intérieur. Tout le monde semblait se tenir à l'écart des détails des protecteurs comme s'il craignait que les portes s'ouvrent à tout moment et déclenchent une certaine terreur. De plus, beaucoup de gens regardaient la paire de femmes de façon suspecte, leur donnant une grande naissance pendant qu'ils continuent leurs tâches quotidiennes et leurs courses.

Pendant ce temps, à l'intérieur du temple d'Arète...
Le temple lui-même était presque vide et dépourvu de quiconque sauf de trois personnes; les deux gardes debout aux portes du temple derrière une petite barricade et ce qui semblait être une femme ordinaire, assis sur les marches menant à l'altération. Elle avait l'air belle dans ses propres cheveux humbles, avec des cheveux brun clair, une peau légèrement bronzée, presque impeccable, et un regard doux dans ses yeux bruns. Cependant, elle semblait pire pour l'usure, sa robe étant légèrement bouchée dans la saleté et la boue, la déchirure des joues ayant fait leur chemin vers le bas de son visage, et une expression fatiguée peinte sur son visage. Elle s'est froncée les genoux et a regardé les gardes de l'autre côté de la pièce. Elle était fatiguée de pleurer en ce moment et pensait seulement à la raison pour laquelle elle était prisonnière comme ça, priant à Arete qu'elle lui montre peut-être une certaine miséricorde - à l'abri d'être traitée comme une sorte d'arme insensible contre des choses qu'elle ne voulait même pas combattre. « Si seulement on ne m'avait pas donné ce cadeau, » pensa-t-elle elle-même, s'attachant les poings à la frustration et à la dépression.

Donc, il est assez évident que toute la ville est en bordure. Il est aussi facile de comprendre qu'il pourrait avoir à voir avec le temple d'Arete et le nombre d'hommes affectés pour garder l'entrée. Les chances sont, par la façon dont les gens évitent les Paladins, que peu de gens vont offrir beaucoup d'information - bien que vous pourriez toujours soudoyer quelqu'un. Il est prudent de dire que certaines réponses peuvent être dans le temple cependant! Apparemment, le pauvre Joslyn est assis dans le temple en train de prier pour son propre sauveur. Qu'allez-vous faire? Encore une fois, n'hésitez pas à contrôler les citadins, les marchands ou les gardes.
Alias: Purifier
Age: 25
Occupation: Scholar
Location: The small kingdom Hebetude; a secluded castle and couple villages buried into the eastern forests. While the dead took their time weaving through the trees, it also makes it naturally difficult to dispatch Paladins to the location as well.
Personality: Joslyn is a unique sort, one you might wave off as not confident, meek, and shy. Though she is more passive in her personality when it comes to strangers and her introverted nature makes her less out going as others, she is surprisingly confident in herself and straight to the point. Believing in honesty and love, Joslyn has a kind aura to her that sometimes makes others want to take advantage of that, but often find themselves at odds when she stands up for herself. She enjoys making others smile and most of all, is a romantic at heart - though this side of her has been embittered by rejections from all manner of people; family, friends, and lovers.
Likes: Reading, watching waterfalls, helping others, flirting, deep discussions
Dislikes: Immoral behavior, hot weather, insects (especially spiders), being alone
Deity: Arete, Goddess of Virtue
Abilities: Joslyn was given spell-like abilities of purification, able to return the dead to rest, demons to their planes of existence, and harm those of evil hearts.
Skills: Joslyn is mostly skilled in lore as one of the more learned scholars. Beyond this though, she only has basic survival and stealth skills.
Background
Joslyn grew up in one of the farm houses outside Hebetude's castle walls. Her life started in a downward spiral since childhood, having an non-attentive mother and a busy father, which made her more shy than she had been naturally. By the time she opened up to other children, they saw her as a weak target and she easily became the blunt of their teasing and when not being teased, they simply chose to ignore her presence at all. She learned quickly that being around most children was a bad idea and instead kept to herself at the farm stead. When she wasn't helping mother cook or do housework, she sought out the books lined in the study and buried herself within the written words.
Her coming of age brought many things to her life. At the age of twelve, she was given the opportunity to stay with her family or find apprenticeship elsewhere in the castle grounds and given her poor relations with her parents and no friends, she chose to apprentice under the local scholar of the kingdom. Joslyn had figured she might as well do something she enjoyed in reading and researching than spend days at a farm with people that mostly ignored her.
In truth, Scholar James was her first true friend and mentor, being some decades older than she was. Still she enjoyed her time under his study, learning of myths, legends, histories, prophecies, and anything one might want research - it was the scholar's duty to provide advice on learned subjects. However this time in her life had been mildly confusing as well as young men began to flirt with her (though to be honest, they were few), because she did not find interest in any of them, but instead seemed to pay far more attention to the other young women. Eventually, she even found a friend and potential lover in one of them, until the girl's parents learned of what she was doing with Joslyn. They had forced her away from the young scholar, leaving Joslyn quite alone once more. It didn't help Joslyn's mood that this happened a few more times, finding companionship in other women only for it to be torn away from her.
When rumors of the living dead came rushing to Hebetude, the small kingdom chose to hole themselves inside the forest, posting more guards and making it generally more difficult for trade caravans to come through. They increased some of their production to make up for the loss, but the people were all too happy to obey if it meant not facing moving skeletons. The kingdom lived in a half-dazed fear for five full years until finally the undead broke through the forest and started to spill into the small kingdom. Until recently, they had only been few and far between, giving the small group of knights a fair chance at defending themselves.
However in the recent months, it seems the waves of walking dead have increased to a gross amount, making it extremely hard for the knights to even protect the borders - in which Joslyn finally started to show signs of something amiss. Everyone heard rumors of the Paladins and their gifts, but never once heard of the same burst of light that Joslyn had produced one fateful day. If it hadn't been for her ability to wipe out a small battlion, she would surely be dead - but now the king has ordered her to be held up in the temple of Arete, afraid to lose his one advantage against the hordes.