Paladins, if played properly, rather than fanatic crusaders, can be so much fun. Especially in a game without direct divine intervention.
In a friend's game, a paladin was awarded a duchy for service to the kingdom. The slight fact that the kingdom hadn't controlled the duchy for about two centuries, the castle was half in ruins and infested with monsters, and the King was expecting the appropriate taxes and levies, didn't phase him.
An orc turning up on his doorstep and claiming to be his forester did.
Well, technically I was a half-orc, but I was a ranger. And good (once he stopped trying to attack me to actually check what I said). Of course this stoic man of the wilderness was a bit much. I much preferred the comforts of a warm fire and a pint or three. It was the old lazy/intelligent (me) versus energetic/stupid (the paladin). He and his side-kick would go charging in, and I'd usually use the distraction to casually amble in (sneaking usually wasn't necessary with all that plate armour clanging) and solve the problem. Everybody had lots of fun.
Then again, it was a campaign were a dwarf PC had a flying carpet remnant (because that's all he needed/could afford).
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Date: 2011-06-05 04:39 am (UTC)Feel free.
Paladins, if played properly, rather than fanatic crusaders, can be so much fun. Especially in a game without direct divine intervention.
In a friend's game, a paladin was awarded a duchy for service to the kingdom. The slight fact that the kingdom hadn't controlled the duchy for about two centuries, the castle was half in ruins and infested with monsters, and the King was expecting the appropriate taxes and levies, didn't phase him.
An orc turning up on his doorstep and claiming to be his forester did.
Well, technically I was a half-orc, but I was a ranger. And good (once he stopped trying to attack me to actually check what I said). Of course this stoic man of the wilderness was a bit much. I much preferred the comforts of a warm fire and a pint or three. It was the old lazy/intelligent (me) versus energetic/stupid (the paladin). He and his side-kick would go charging in, and I'd usually use the distraction to casually amble in (sneaking usually wasn't necessary with all that plate armour clanging) and solve the problem. Everybody had lots of fun.
Then again, it was a campaign were a dwarf PC had a flying carpet remnant (because that's all he needed/could afford).