Ragnarr: Day 150

Well, it seems we've found the bastards Pelor showed us in the visions. (I told that damn elf it wasn't too much ale.) An odd lot, sure, but these god-picked groups always seem to be. Pelor knows they seem to need a hand. I don't know how this lot made it twenty minutse from a town without some god or other sending a cleric to keep them out of trouble, but they did.

Still getting to know them, but they seem a nice enough group. Just... challenged, we'll say.

Arcadius is pretty much your run of the mill paladin. Nice enough fellow to have in a fight, sure. Has that right look, too, the nice and shiny, nicely groomed "the gods have sent me here to save you!" look that folks find so comforting. But, gods, outside of a fight he makes me want to pray for a Remove Stick/From Ass. Even after a healthy round of akavit, the bastard could still pull off some damn four part bow with his back as straight as a barstool's legs. If he'd losen up, he could probably do a lot of a good. I guess I'll have to try.

The other paladin's a dwarf. Almost insults even my sense of dwarfiness, and I think having a picnic in a field under the bloody sun is a nice way to spend the afternoon. He seems nice enough, but I'm not sure he was paying attention the day somebody told him that feeling the fire of Pelor in his heart was a metaphor, and not a reason to drink alchemists fire and light himself on fire. Have to make sure that one doesn't kill himself.

They've got the world's smallest bard, too. Not sure why they had to get one so tiny. I guess it's handier that way. You use her for everything you need a bard for, and she fits nicely in your pack or under your bed. This thing is tiny, even for a gnome. A bit quick talking, too. Makes my head hurt.

Then there's Hrungunrrgrgr something or other. Damn orc names. He's got a few thigns to learn about looking like a hero, like "Don't shill for some lousy tavern while you're out saving the world." He feels pretty bad about getting some elf killed, too. Seems the elf died without his wishes being known. They don't even know if he'd want to be resurrected. I'll have to make sure these bastards write themselves up proper wills, make sure this doesn't happen again. This is a dying business, that's to be sure, and it would be a shame if it happened again. That and I'll need to work with the Orc fellow, make sure he finds this Dan guy he's looking for (seems to be a god of some sort), and make sure he doesn't get anybody else killed.

There was another elf, too. Nobody seemed to know his name. Didn't talk much, and he was leaving to take back the body of the dead elf. It's just as well. Half an elf is one elf too many.

Which leaves Jacob.

Heh.

Pelor certainly does work in strange ways. He's got an over-reliance on his own power, especially since it seems like it stops working at a moments notice. Not like the power of a god. Still, if Pelor wants him, he's got to see something in him. Best I can do is try to see it, too.

Ah, well. Off to the dark dungeon to try and save the world. It's a far cry from feeding famine-struck elves, but it's where Pelor asked me to be. I'll just have to do what I can.

Praise Pelor.