Ragnarr Day 152(?)

It seems we found Dan. Not the Dan Grungar was looking for, but a nice enough little boy. Grungar scared him near out of his wits screaming that he wasn't the real Dan. I told him Dan had sent the boy as a test, that he had to be nice to the boy. Not sure he's convinced, but it calmed him down a bit. We'll have to see if we can help bring him to Dan a bit later. Arcadius seems to think Dan is another name for Heracles. Not a name I've ever heard, but I once knew a lovely holy woman who insisted that Pelor's true name was Petunia.

I've managed to get most of the group to let us know what their wishes are if they die. When I last saw Arcadius, he was in the process of drafting up a damn long document stating exactly what he wants done. A wee bit anal, if you ask me, but it's better that the thing is done in painful detail than not at all.

Can't be too hard on the lad, though. He had to face a damn hard decision. Looks like the enemy of our enemy might be a baby stealing undead wizard. This is one of those nasty Paladin decision times, where its all I can do to offer support however it comes out. The last time I tried to make one of those decisions, I had a Paladin screaming at me that the decision wasn't honorable because he hadn't made it, and I didn't deserve the title of cleric. Pelor had a talk with me that night, and told me that sometimes its best to make them make their own decision. They're chosen for these things.

Never did quite understand. All I'd done was order stew for dinner. And there wasn't even a bloody second choice. Still, the lad fought well for Pelor, so there's that.

I hope this Arcadius fellow meets a nicer end, though. It'd be nice if we didn't decide not to resurrect him just because we couldn't find any bits.

It looks like I'm going to have to swim. If I didn't already think Pelor was punishing me for something, this would convince me. And besides that, I think all this damp and being out of sunlight might be again letting loose the Flintian Throat Rot. I'll pray to Pelor to cure it, though I'll understand if he's busy elsewhere. It's not much more than a nuisance, but by the gods, what a nuisance.