Ragnarr: Day Gnome

I'm not a violent man.

I mean, really. I got into serving Pelor to help people, heal people, do good in the world and all that.

I'm not an adventurer, not really. A nip down a road to a new town, maybe, once I've done all the good I can in the last one. But once I find a place that needs me, I'm happy to install myself as a fixture in the inn between doing whatever good needs done.

I hadn't the foggiest notion of why Pelor chose me to help these Paladins along. I thought perhaps he'd gone daft, confused by the shininess of my armor into thinking that I knew what in blazes I was doing. I heal folks. Perhaps do a bit of light augury, weather reading, that sort of thing. But adventuring?

I think I understand, now. Pelor is forgiving, he's loving, all that. He'd like nothing better than to help folks, same as I would.

But there's another side of him. The side Arcadius gets, that I've never really known. The side with a temper. The vengeful side.

The thing is, before that big damn fish, I didn't get it. I looked at Arcadius and figured that he was chosen by Pelor, sure, but that I was here to maybe calm him down a bit, get him to deal with things without smashing them sometimes.

And that may be. But more than that, I think maybe I needed to work out how to step in myself. How to get my own bloody hands dirty when there's a fish so big the bastards I might heal can't even touch it.

How to beat the bastards down when it's what's called for, without having to summon some poor bastard spirit to do it for me.

Today I learned. If I had stuck with healing, I could have watched as the idiots I'm supposed to protect bludgeoned away at each other. There would have been nothing I could do but listen to the laughing of that damn gnome as he toyed with the weaker minded of us.

Instead, I could act. For a change, I learned what it feels like to be the fist of Pelor's vengeance. To feel his anger at the mistreatment of those he has chosen to protect.

And I'm still angry. That gnome hasn't nearly seen his fit punishment.

That is my question, now. What sort of punishment would fit this crime? What geas would Pelor deem righteous to purge this illusionist of his sins?

Of this, I am not sure. But I'm sure Pelor wants this lad punished, and that I'm the bastard to do it.

I can only pray that Pelor guides my punishment rightly.