In Sprigfield town, the air was filled with joy as NPC and players alike stared at the newcomers now parading in the plaza.
"The Holy Church is finally here!"
"We're saved! Praise be the Light Goddess!"
"Hehe, the stinky undead will all be smitten!"
The twelve stern paladins inquisitively glanced at the populace. Everyone had come out to receive them, the militia standing at attention.
The paladins' strength was evident thanks to their awe-inspiring heavy plate armors inscribed with white glowing protection glyphs,
Their leader was especially striking. His face was riddled with scars. His head was the color of snow, yet he barely seemed in his thirties, still full of vitality.
"Fear not, we have come to crush evil! We will start our investigation right this instant." The man heroically declared, radiating pride.