My Gamer Girl doesn’t have a lot of experience playing paladins. Druids, sure, rogues, clerics, that sort of thing, but not paladins. Most of her characters have been pure class builds; not even a splash of something else.
But her gnome eldritch knight required some Pally to be properly tank-worthy. Not much, just a splash, and so off she goes, in search of a Paladin trainer, maybe for the first time ever. The rest of the group has scattered, leveling up or banking or vending or whatever.
Suddenly: “HE can’t be a paladin! Look at him!” amidst an explosion of laughter.
Apparently my Gamer Girl has a mental picture of what a paladin ought to look like and whomever she has found doesn’t fit the bill.
Her laughter is contagious, and we are soon all in the marketplace, ogling the pally trainer and making rather insensitive jokes at his expense.
He is rather … round … for a stalwart defender of the faith. “Perhaps”, I opine, “he is an administrative paladin. You know, the one who shuffles the paperwork while everyone else goes off to war?”
One can only imagine.
Stalwartly defends meal time
Hey, I’m not one to judge. And if there’s anyone who would be well-served by stalwartly defending a few less doughnuts, it’s me.
What do you think?
🙂 😀 🙂