[ WP ] A most noble paladin has fallen and decides to go evil . The problem is , they 're miserable at being ... you know , evil . Our former holy knight is trying to please the Dark Gods by doing really mundane things like littering and jaywalking .

`` Behold, this act of greatest depravity!'' 
 
 Sir Richard kicked the bucket over, spilling dirty water all over the cobblestones. 
 
 `` In honor of you, uh... Who gets dirty water? Ibonek is in charge of general filth, but SHE WHO SHOUTS keeps popping up in bogs and sewers...'' 
 
 `` *Hey, Richard! *'' Yelled a young villager perched on a fence nearby. 
 
 `` Yo!'' 
 
 *'' You know you're pretty shit at this evil thing, right? `` * 
 
 `` What do you mean?'' Richard asked as he shook the bucket to get the last of the discolored liquid out. 
 
 *'' I've heard stories about fallen paladins,'' * injected a nearby farmhand. *'' And surely you must have fought some in your time. They're always disgracing maidens, slaughtering cattle, and tying elven princesses over ancient cauldrons bubbling with foul brews mixed with the liquid scum of corruption itself. You're just kicking over rotten fences and spooking horses in the night. *'' 
 
 Richard set down the bucket, observing his already-drying handiwork. 
 
 `` Ah, yes, but while Saint Ivy was in my charge and therefore her death was my responsibility -- hence Pyre stripping my holy protection and charring my armor, as you can see -- my failure to protect her was not an intentional or even inherently evil act, meaning my fall was more of a formality than an act of vengeance by Pyre or the Saint's spirit. But I've still been more or less excommunicated from the faith and organization that I've spent most of my life in service to, not to mention the technical saint's blood on my hands, so as knee-jerk reaction my mind went to becoming evil as a form of self-penance and supposed vengeance against those who'wronged' me. So I'm using these misdemeanors as a way to mollify my subconscious while I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to work towards in the future -- I'm leaning towards redemption, myself, although I've heard there's a security company over in Griffin And Steel that's looking for experienced fighters and commanders -- as well as relieve stress in a way that's minimally harmful to the community.'' 
 
 A silence fell over the small group in the wake of the sudden exposition. Richard tilted his head back, squinting at the sun through the eye slit of his helmet. 
 
 `` Depravity is thirsty work. Anyone want to go get a mead at the tavern?'' 
 
 *'' A mead? It's hardly after noon. `` * 
 
 `` I know! This will surely please... Hmm... Ah, screw it. Let's just go.''
