These are the oaths a paladin would keep:
To do with honour what can thus be done;
To shield the threatened, comfort those who weep,
And then move on, once pain its course has run.
To neither scorn, nor be a slave to laws,
But do what’s right, then give the law its due.
To fight — but only in a holy cause,
And once a plea for peace has been refused.
To be a beacon, shining coast to coast:
A force for change that none need ever fear;
A friend to lost souls when they need it most,
Who does not need to say what deeds make clear.
To be a soldier with no martial heirs,
Who leaves, to souls of peace, a world that’s theirs.
We had heard that there was treasure
In the caverns beyond measure,
Which ran deep beneath the Mountain,
Which had never had a name.
So we planned to name it "Danger"
(So's to frighten any stranger
Who had heard about the mountain)
And we went to stake our claim.
It was granted, on condition
That we go upon a mission
To explore beneath the mountain,
And return with money made.
We've a month for preparation,
Then we have to leave this station,
And seek gold within the mountain.
For our debt is yet unpaid.
From under-fortress ancient
And spawning pit yet young,
From ship upon a sunken sea
And hollow crypt, they come:
The orc before a surface door,
The elf of deep below,
The thing erased from ancient lore
Are all compelled to go.
Through secret passage shallow
Or smoky fissure deep,
Dwarf-road long in ruins,
Or calcite cave, they creep.
An open cavern mile.
A dome of cut black stone.
A sea of blood-red tile.
A ready, leaden throne.
You made us champions, with words of gold:
The bold, the few, who faced the fallen horde.
Return from all despair, your songs foretold;
In every sacrifice, you saw reward.
You spoke, and we were what we had to be:
Meek supplicants in honest need of aid;
Young rogues in eager search of villainy;
A fighting force, whose terms would be obeyed.
In nothing foreign could you find surprise;
You knew the nature of our every foe,
Could read their loves and terrors in their eyes,
And, with their form and tongue, amongst them go.
Your grave shall bear no sword, for, at the end,
You laid it down to meet them as a friend.