Ragnarr: Post Miracle

It's a stupid thing to say that no one can know all of Pelor's plan. He's a god. I'm not a god. So of course he's going to have a plan that's bigger than anything I'd ever be able to fit in my brain.

The best we can get is glimpses. The smallest of fragments of the whole. A drop in the huge bloody keg of divine knowledge. And even a glimpse is enough to turn your whole damn life around, to make you see the world and your place in it like you've never seen it before. Brighter, like your whole life you've been living under a could and you suddenly see the sun shine on everything for the first time.

But, even with the hugeness of the plans of the gods, they still have the patience, the time, the mind to look down on the prayers of one small, insignificant follower. Even a bastard who cusses too much, drinks too much, and hardly makes a good bloody role model for other bastards wanting to follow in Pelor's path.

That's what paladins are for, I suppose. To be the role model. Bastards like me are just around to drag their feet back to the ground when they need it.

Or to get their soul back into their body when it's just been ripped out by some bloody necromancer.

And all Pelor asked was a little piece of my soul in return.

There's plenty of people, I think, who would tell you that they'd give up part of their soul for something they believed in, for the greater good of the world. But there are very, very few people who will ever have the chance to do it. The chance to prove that no matter how many lies you've told, no matter how many drinks you've had, or whores you've underpaid or debts you've skipped town on, that you're still, basically, a decent person.

And I suppose that's what I am. A decent person.

Through Pelor's light, I might not be half bad.

And one more Paladin gets to keep standing up, keep being that role model that maybe, just maybe, other little boys can look up to and think "Some day, I'd like to be like him. Some day, I'd like to serve Pelor."

It's all part of the plan.

And I, unworthy bastard that I am, get to be a part of it.