This is not a tale told by bards or a story overheard by cheery folk in the tavern. This is a story of where friendship and hardship meet and where the difference between comedy and tragedy are blurred.
The summers in Goldenfields were long, warm, and perfect for the autumn apple harvest. Davik Greywilde grew up in the settlement of Goldenfields with his family on their orchard. As a child Davik loved climbing the trees and playing "war" with the local children between the trunks and branches.
One day, a dragonborn family moved next to Davik's family orchard. Being the 3rd oldest in a family of six children, Davik was somewhat of an ignored middle child and needed a friend. He found one in Cresh, the dragonborn family's only child. They became fast friends. Davik taught Cresh all about his family's orchard, how their apple press worked to make cider. Cresh taught Davik Draconic. Davik loved Draconic swear words and used them often.
But this is not who Davik and Cresh are today. The days of playing in the orchard are long over......and an Oath is soon to be broken.
Cresh idolized the paladins protecting the area. They found themselves in a state of awe whenever they saw one in the Goldenfields market but couldn't place why. Maybe it was the respect they received or his longing to fulfill a higher calling. Davik teased them and said because they are "so damn shiny." Whatever the reason, Cresh convinced Davik they should enlist.
Training in the yards of the Paladin keep, Davik and Cresh learned discipline, how to fight like disciplined soldiers. From the cleric stationed there they learned religion and the teachings of Helm, god of protection. From Davik and Cresh, the paladins learned Cresh's gift of healing and from his mind for war tactics. And they learned of Davik's temper.
Davik found it difficult to focus in prayers. He was never jealous of Cresh's ability to quickly learn the ways of the Order. He was proud of his friend, but frustrated at his own difficulty to learn. Davik would channel his frustration into combat training. The paladins knew Davik would not be fit to take their Oath but out of a need of manpower and respect for Cresh's friendship they allowed him to stay.
The paladin's kept the peace and the town of Goldenfields only told ghost stories of greater evils and undead. These were fables to them, stories to scare children. Some even joked that the paladin commander kept them too safe, that things were too quiet...
One evening Davik and Cresh were sparring in the training yard. The sound of clinking great swords echoed of the keep walls as they trained. This reverberation was quickly drowned out by an alarm and voices shouting. They paused their mock combat to figure out what was going on. They saw two figures bursting out of the keep and rushing towards the stables. The smell of blood was fresh and hinted at the unholy. They rushed towards the stables as voices grew louder shouting, "Stop the Oathbreaker!"
Davik and Cresh prepared their blades for whatever came next. Suddenly the stable doors opened with a crash and the paladin commander and his second in command emerging on horseback. Before Davik could raise his sword he feels a wave of confusion muddle his mind. He cannot move and forgets he is holding a weapon. The only thing he sees is Cresh.
Cresh readys to attack the commander, attempting to unseat him from his horse. As the commander rides by he reaches out and down, lifting Cresh by the neck. Davik can smell unholy necrotic magics entering Cresh's body. The last thing he remembers from that night is watching Cresh's lifeless body throw to the side.
The next morning Davik woke up somewhere outside the village to a scene worse than the night before. As Davik's vision cleared he saw what appeared to once be a man. He could piece together bits of paladin uniform, and found a mark of the second in commands station next to the corpse. He took in the entire scene. Before him laid a pile of flesh and shattered bone. Whatever it once was could never be again. Embedded in the limbless pile stood a great sword glistening with blood and sunlight. Davik smiled and said, "Well done Cresh..."
This loss took a toll on Davik's mind and his reality. Davik can now be found wandering looking for adventures and work. He looks unassuming, a simple man. The question most onlookers ponder is where did that peasant farmer get such a sword, and who is he talking to? Did he just argue with his sword?
"Come on Cresh......You can't call yourself a paladin without killing a few undead...."