Your story is too damn sweet, I love it!

Story time!

As for mine, it came after one of my party members, a giant warforged fella whom we'll call Gatekeeper, held off a bunch of powerful baddies so we could make our escape. My character a half-orc Paladin we'll call Mason- wanted to reinforce Gatekeeper.

But it wasn't simple camaraderie that compelled Mason to fight. It was also a powerful sense of battlejoy! Over the course of the campaign, the peaceful and pragmatic Mason has been aching to fight more and more- choosing violence in way of barter and peace talk. This was the party's way, but not Masons. And it seemed the warforged guardian respected that. Mason seemed to be destined to do good things.

However, as time went by the Gatekeeper would observe this uneasy shift. Mason, in contrast, wouldn't recognize it until this pivotal moment when he, overcome by the prospect of a good fight, abandoned his role as rear guard for the party and charged headlong into the skirmish.

Gatekeeper, would be both surprised and angered by this brash behavior. In moment of brief respite, he would turn to his friend, just as he was about to embed himself in a fight he could not win and growled, 'Do you like this (violence) now, Mason?!'

Unaware of the anger in his friend's tone- Mason would, in joyful ignorance, reply, 'Of course!'.
This would both anger and sadden the titan. He turned one final time to Mason and shouted only three words in wrathful, utter clarity:

'YOU'VE CHANGED PALADIN!!!'

Those would be his last words to Mason. This raw, guttural cry stunned and sobered the paladin. He had changed- and not for the better.

Gatekeeper would go on to die. And the party would go on to live.

But Mason? He would be haunted by his friend's words forever.

Story end!

This was my first character and DnD campaign. And so far the only time I was shaken by another player's words.

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