A Paladin Tale!

When the kingdom of Lordaeron fell, so did the certainty of faith.
Yet the Light never abandons those who still believe.

This is the journey of Tune, a paladin of the Silver Hand, who carries the Light across ruined lands and through the dark corners of the human soul.
Part one follows his path through the fall of Lordaeron — loss, redemption, and the rediscovery of purpose.
Part two reaches the early days of Azeroth’s new dawn, when heroes once again stood against chaos.

It’s a story written from a player’s heart, inspired by the world we’ve all shared for decades.

You can read it [color=#00aaff]here[/color] ➜ paladintale[dot]brunotune[dot]com

May the Light guide you, adventurer. :crossed_swords::sparkles:

Hello again. This is my post but due to some bug i couldnt find my main char to post.

So, my name is Bruno Rodrigues, from Portugal, and active players since Vanilla.

My main char is a Human Paladin Grand Marshal. Im also a writer, with a book published in Portugal and Brazil.

I wrote A Paladin Tale for fun, inspired on my main Paladin, starting pre-Vanilla. I always liked Stratholme city, and so made the protagonist from there.

I followed the lore the best i could, with part 1 of the book called Lordearon, and part 2 Vanilla.

Im very happy with the result, it was an amazing experience to write this tale, and maybe one day i can continue the saga, with part 3 TBC.

Hope you like it, and your opinions can go a long way. Thank you.

A Paladin Tale – Part 1: Lordaeron

The story begins with the paladin trials — the discipline, faith, and sacrifice required to join the Order of the Silver Hand. From there, readers witness daily life in Lordaeron before the fall: its villages, its soldiers, its priests, and the not so quiet missions that kept darkness at bay.

As the Plague spreads, those simple duties turn into desperate battles for survival. Through raids, rescues, and moral tests, the Light’s champions will face doubt for the first time. The tale reaches its breaking point with the Culling of Stratholme and the tragic demise of Uther the Lightbringer — the day honor met despair, and Lordaeron’s golden age turned to ash.

Here, an example of what you will find:

“Paladins charge from all sides, hammers and swords glowing with radiant power, striking down any troll that tries to stand. The foot soldiers move in precision, cutting off escape routes, striking down any who try to run. The elven mages, standing apart, their hands alight with crackling power, unleash devastation.

The elves do not waste their power on lesser trolls.

No—their spells are aimed at two figures standing near the central altar.

Trolls clad in dark robes, their skin painted with strange, glowing markings.

Shadow priests.

One lifts a staff of bone, chanting in a guttural, unnatural voice. The other raises a hand, his fingers curling, black magic forming in his palm.

But before the spell can be unleashed

A storm of ice erupts from one mage’s hands, freezing the shadow priest in place. The second mage raises both arms—lightning arcs between them before crashing down in a furious explosion.

The air shakes with the force of the spell. The dark priests scream.

But the battle continues.”

On part 2 Vanilla, Tune has a glimpse of what real heroes look like, and for me, as a player and a writer, i try bring back those moments when i was a new player, watching lvl60 fully geared player walking around.

“A group of five, moving through the ruined streets of Moonbrook with purpose, confidence, and the kind of silent authority that commands respect. These are not ordinary soldiers.

These are heroes.

They are not clad in the standard issue armor of Stormwind’s army, nor do they march in formation like trained footmen. Their presence alone is enough to part the soldiers around them, who step aside instinctively, eyes watching in quiet admiration.

I watch too. Every detail. Every movement.”

And yes, then i detail each one of them. Writing about Vanilla did bring back good old memories.