Mortok was one of the most distinguished Paladin Knights in his homeland of Cormyr,
loyally serving a kind noble and aiding the people of the local towns and villages
wherever possible. His greatest joy, however, was Regyna, a beautiful young healer he
met some 20 years ago and instantly fell in love with. They were married that spring,
and lived in wedded bliss for about a year, when tragedy shattered their world.
As the chronicles tell it, Regyna, then a few months pregnant, set out one day with
several others from the noble's estate to attend a spring festival held at one of the
local villages. Mortok was unable to attend, as he and his men were assigned to track
down raiders in the nearby territories. The village was ransacked later that day by one
of the bands of raiders, leaving behind dead, wounded, and raging fires in their wake.
Upon hearing the news, Mortok charged on his horse toward the village, desperately
hoping to find his love unharmed. When he found her, she was lying in a pool of blood,
her life slowly draining away. Mortok tried everything he could to save her, but she
was beyond all help. When she died moments later in his arms, he unleashed a scream
heard for miles across the nighttime countryside.
Fueled by his rage, he set off in pursuit of the raiders on a quest of vengeance. He
caught up with several members of the raiding party who had stopped to rest at another
town only a few hour's journey away. While the other members of the raiding party
hastily made their escape, the ringleader turned and charged him.
In the course of the battle that followed, Mortok's foe urged him on, using Mortok's
anger to keep the towering paladin from fighting with a clear head. Mortok's fury
reached the boiling point when his unidentified opponent boasted of having raped one of
the village women during the raid. The description he gave matched Regyna exactly, and
Mortok charged at him in blind rage. The ringleader ducked into an alley, and Mortok
quickly followed, swinging his blade madly about. Out of the corner of his eye, Mortok
spotted movement, and charged the moving shadow, striking home with all his strength.
As his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of the alley, they filled with sudden
horror. The dead figure before him was not the evil ringleader he had just been
fighting, but was instead a 12-year-old town boy...an innocent child. The boy had been
hiding in the alley trying to avoid the raging battle in the street. Mortok fell to his
knees, and his rage drained away into grief.
Right then and there, Mortok silently wished for the ringleader to come out of the
shadows and slay him where he knelt. As fate would have it, however, the ringleader
had slipped into the night, unwilling to fight a battle he believed he could not win.
Instead, Mortok went on with his life, with a heavy heart and without the powers of the
Paladin he had once been. Though he still loyally serves his noble to this day, he has
never been -- and may never be -- able to forgive himself for that one tragic mistake.
Until he does, his soul will never have peace, and he may never regain the powers he
lost so long ago...
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