| Author: | Jerry Jackson | ISBN: | 1230000310327 |
| Publisher: | Event Horizon Publishing Group | Publication: | October 12, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Starbase Phoenix Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jerry Jackson |
| ISBN: | 1230000310327 |
| Publisher: | Event Horizon Publishing Group |
| Publication: | October 12, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Starbase Phoenix Publishing |
| Language: | English |
THIRST FOR RIGHTEOUSNESS ...
The Vanguard spend their lives defending the weak, protecting the innocent and slaying the malevolent, but what happens when the best of them realizes he not being taken seriously?
When Obidaan, Paladin of the Seers, begins to have nightmares about the loss of his family, he decides to do something about it. Granted by the gods a Soul Weapon – one of the most powerful artifacts in the world, and betrayed by the man he trusted, he decides to remake the world in his image of justice!
But where will his thirst for righteousness lead him? Can the Vanguard – Alister, Terry, Don and Obidaan’s own wife Relina save Obidaan before he succumbs to the hate he now feels in his heart? How will the now fractured Paladin Corps deal with this unprecedented situation?
What’s a good man to do when he realizes no good deed goes unpunished?
A Vision of War
Obidaan felt something and looked down at his hands. They were full of blood—blood that wasn’t his. At his feet lay many dead bodies. Soldiers, mages, paladins, all sprawled out before him. He looked around again. None of the other scenes were here, only the battlefield and the two combatants. Still they refused to give up as each took large chunks out of the other, with no affect. They stopped briefly, leaning on their weapons and catching their breaths. They looked back at Obidaan.
This got Obidaan’s attention, and caused him to jump with a start. They raised their weapons to him in a salute, and then continued with their bloody, pointless fight. Obidaan raised his hand and waved at them. They didn’t see it—they were back to fighting. A cheer arose behind him. He looked behind him, a vast army now stood there, shiny and gleaming, and ready for action. He looked at his hands. They were clean. He looked down, no bodies. He looked ahead—the two fighters were there still, but obscured now by fog and mist.
THIRST FOR RIGHTEOUSNESS ...
The Vanguard spend their lives defending the weak, protecting the innocent and slaying the malevolent, but what happens when the best of them realizes he not being taken seriously?
When Obidaan, Paladin of the Seers, begins to have nightmares about the loss of his family, he decides to do something about it. Granted by the gods a Soul Weapon – one of the most powerful artifacts in the world, and betrayed by the man he trusted, he decides to remake the world in his image of justice!
But where will his thirst for righteousness lead him? Can the Vanguard – Alister, Terry, Don and Obidaan’s own wife Relina save Obidaan before he succumbs to the hate he now feels in his heart? How will the now fractured Paladin Corps deal with this unprecedented situation?
What’s a good man to do when he realizes no good deed goes unpunished?
A Vision of War
Obidaan felt something and looked down at his hands. They were full of blood—blood that wasn’t his. At his feet lay many dead bodies. Soldiers, mages, paladins, all sprawled out before him. He looked around again. None of the other scenes were here, only the battlefield and the two combatants. Still they refused to give up as each took large chunks out of the other, with no affect. They stopped briefly, leaning on their weapons and catching their breaths. They looked back at Obidaan.
This got Obidaan’s attention, and caused him to jump with a start. They raised their weapons to him in a salute, and then continued with their bloody, pointless fight. Obidaan raised his hand and waved at them. They didn’t see it—they were back to fighting. A cheer arose behind him. He looked behind him, a vast army now stood there, shiny and gleaming, and ready for action. He looked at his hands. They were clean. He looked down, no bodies. He looked ahead—the two fighters were there still, but obscured now by fog and mist.
