The Legend of D.P. Winter, the Anti-Paladin
This is the story of the dumbest Red Order Paladin ever to exist and how he was destroyed by his own stupidity. After a particularly harrowing dungeon crawl D. P. Winters comes to the central chamber of the lost temple of Shrum. In the chamber, he founded an altar in the center of a pentagram above which altar was a sword suspended in mid air. Along the length of the blade was arcane script. The cross guard is tooled to appear as the claw of some demonic fiend, and the pommel is a Draconic looking skull biting a blood ruby so deeply red that at first glance it appears black. Emanating from the altar are arcs of blue eldritch energy that travel up the length of the sword only to turn a poisonous green as they reach the middle of the blade. This is what D. P. saw after all the evidence available to him, he actually tried to grasp the hilt, the resulting blast knocked him across the room and left his gauntlet a smoking ruin. What does D. P. do next? Leave well enough alone? Nope not the Dumbest Paladin. D. P. collapses part of the structure to obscure the pentagram and crack the altar then walks calmly over to the painfully obviously Evil weapon and picks it up! This is the beginning of how the anti-paladin Lord Winter came to be.