![]() But given the limited space for the playtest, we chose to focus on getting that aspect fine-tuned for one alignment, and so in this book we're presenting only lawful good paladins. Since that was the aspect of the paladin that everyone agreed upon, that's what we wanted to make sure we got right in the playtest. That is to say, whatever alignments paladins have, they should have an array of abilities deeply tied into that alignment. ![]() But there was one element in common: whether they wanted paladins of all alignments, paladins of the four extreme alignments, lawful good paladins and chaotic evil antipaladins, lawful evil tyrant antipaladins, or even just lawful good paladins alone, everyone was interested in robust support for the idea that paladins should be champions of their deity and alignment. Turns out, almost everyone had slightly different thoughts. The Quest for the Holy GrailĮarly last year, I went on a sacred quest through the office and surveyed all the different opinions out there about paladins. Turns out, the Paizo office isn't too different. Weeks before we previewed the class, multiple threads with thousands of posts arose in advance, filled with passionate fans with many different opinions and plenty of good ideas. Iconic Encounters Iconics Paladins Pathfinder Roleplaying Game Pathfinder Second Edition SeelahĪll it takes is a cursory browse of the Paizo forums to see that paladins are not just the most contentious class in Pathfinder, they are the most contentious conversation topic. Until then, Pathfinders, may all your strikes be retributive. If you liked this week's Iconic Encounter, be sure to check back next Thursday for another exciting entry in the series. "Let's see if the goddess has one last miracle for us." "Come on," she said, as they began hobbling back down the stairs. Merisiel hissed as her injured knee took the weight, and Seelah draped one of the elf's arms across her armored shoulders. She stood, every muscle in her legs screaming, and hauled the elf to her feet. "Seelah?" Merisiel stared up in surprise. Seelah knelt, putting a radiant hand to Merisiel's chest. The other devils broke at last, dropping Merisiel's body and scrambling up the steps toward the safety of their blackened keep. Severed beard-tendrils scattered as the devil's head left its shoulders, bouncing down the endless steps toward the flaming chasm that had spawned it. ![]() The devil looked up just in time to see Seelah's blade scythe in. As the blade descended, light shot from the crossguard of Seelah's sword, sliding between the murderous glaive and Merisiel's undefended chest to wrap the elf in a paper-thin shield of blazing glory. Snarling something in the tongue of the damned, it raised its glaive, reversed it, and slammed the point home into Merisiel's chest. The one holding the elf's feet dropped them. The devils carrying Merisiel saw the paladin coming, their fellows falling like wheat before the reaper as she carved a path to them. The goddess's power clung to the fiend like honey as Seelah moved past it, striking left and right with righteous fury, making one last push to reach her friend. It stumbled sideways, skin flaking and disintegrating into holy illumination. ![]() Light burst from the strike, flowing over the devil in radiant fire. "Iomedae!" Seelah screamed and slammed her sword into the devil's chest. Above a beard of writhing barbs, the devil's eyes widened. She grinned fiercely at the thought and shoved forward, knocking another wicked glaive aside with her shield. Seelah wasn't about to abandon the elf, even if it meant her own death.Īfter all, she'd followed her friends into Hell itself-compared to that, what was one more battle? Just ahead, Merisiel's unconscious body bobbed as if floating on a sea of devils. She was tired-so, so tired.īut there could be no rest. Blood ran freely from dozens of cuts, the last of her strength trickling from infernal wounds that refused to clot. Blistering winds heated her armor until it burned like a brand wherever metal touched exposed skin. It surged triumphantly as she blocked another devil's glaive strike, paeans like invisible hands supporting her weary sword arm.Īround her, Hell seethed, its flaming pits and spiked chains everything the canon had described. The spirit in Seelah's blade sang, an angelic chorus that only she could hear.
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