Oh yes, there’s a part 2! Did you not notice it said part 1 last time? It’s a brief interlude, again about story telling, before I conclude my trilogy. I know you can’t wait so here we are!

When Blizzard announced that Horde would be getting Paladins as a new playable class, I sighed and rolled my eyes (like just about every other WoW player out there). You see, Paladins are all holy holy, goody two shoes, god-fearing, hammer of might and justice type guys. Regular superheroes who have a real chip on their shoulder about undead dudes. And warlocks. And especially undead warlocks. Which my main character is. There’s a whole seperate issue about how the only thing they’re good at is summoning their protective force shield and running away and about how they’re entirely ineffective as a character class and yada yada yada.

The thought of playing one when I had an oppurtunity to never even crossed my mind. It was wrong and I’d feel dirty and tainted.

QE changed my mind and made me consider the class again. He pointed out that the reason that Blood Elves have access to the “Power of Light” that gives Paladin’s their magical abilities is not because they’ve amended their belief that they are superior to everything else in the known universe, yes, even Gods but because they’ve captured a Naaru - an angel by any other name - and are a tapping it for power.

This justification is so deliciously wicked! I love it. The angel is kept in the basement of the Paladin’s chambers and if you venture down to see it you can hear some of the other NPCs discussing what they’ve done - no remorse, more along the lines of “Check us out! We’ve got ourselves a fricking angel! We are the baddest motherfuckers around and you do not want to fuck with us!”

You know, it’s suddenly occurred to me that there might be more to Amber keeping Bob Saget locked away in her basement than just an extreme case of erotomania…