Date: Today Is A Good Day To Diet.
I'd say that I really hate gnomes, but that would be racist, and I've gotten beyond that. The truth is, I really hate one specific gnome. He also happens to be an illusionist, and while I could hate all illusionists, I don't, because that would be similar to being racist, except with respect to a specific class. Would that make me a "classist"? Hmm, I'll have to ponder that for a while.
Anyway, the point is, I really hate that Gnome Illusionist. The one who made fools of us, and then after we sent him to prison he made fools of us again, got us thrown in jail for a night, and helped "liberate" us of a very powerful staff. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...
I guess what I'm saying is we can't fully blame the gnome illusionist, we also have to blame ourselves. Although I'd note the paladins didn't exactly have much of a choice. They have to obey the law. I'm not sure what else they could have done but give all their weapons (and the staff) to the guards when they were arrested. I blame myself. As one of the few who doesn't have to absolutely follow the law, I may have been one of the only ones who could have taken that staff and made off with it until the others were able to get out of there.
Not that they would have trusted me to do so. Probably would have just ended up with them all coming after me trying to kill me. And let's not get into how Pelor would no-doubt punish me by blinding me or something for breaking the law, even if it was for the greater good. Makes me wonder why I spend time with a bunch of people who'd sooner kill me than trust me. I'll admit, I've made mistakes, but that's what they were, mistakes. I'm not actively trying to be harmful or malicious. Perhaps I can do more good for the world on my own.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Letter of Recommendation for Grungarr
Hello, there.
I'm not so sure how to go about this letter writing thing, so forgive me if I don't do it so well. I'm a cleric, not a scholar.
Anyway, I'd like to recommend Grungarr for Paladin training. Heracles has been talking to him a bit, now. Though Grungarr calls him Dan. I'm not sure if that's really a problem. I've been assuming that Dan is some sort of secret name for Heracles or something, but he might just be a bit daft.
He's a brave fellow, though. Strong, too. Fearless in a fight, and damn useful, as long as he's following somebody's orders. I don't know if hell ever be much of a commander, but they can't all be.
And besides, that's why he needs the training. He means well, but his bravery is naive, and it's been known to get people killed. If the gods want him, I say it's better to let them have him, and make sure he's trained to use his skills in ways that will help folks.
If you doubt his skills, especially with a hammer, give the lad some fat beets. You'll understand.
-Ragnarr, Cleric of Pelor
Day: After Arrest
Pelor, forgive me for the misuse of your name I may have committed. I do my best to save my worst curses for occasions that truly deserve them. Please believe me when I say that this was one of those.
I have never felt any particular dislike of gnomes. The only one I met was that terribly small one, and she seemed a decent sort, but I'm beginning to understand why so many hate gnomes so much.
The staff is gone. Likely in the hands of our enemies as we speak. Which is tricky, for the paladins, because our enemies may be the rightful rulers of this city.
They arrested us in the middle of the night, woke me up from a lovely, deep sleep, to drag us to jail for having attacked and robbed the gnome. Of course they didn't ask us for our opinion. The word of an illusionist highwayman weighs far more than that of Paladins and priests.
I'd like to meet the judge who made that ruling. I feel he must have a punchable face.
Heh. That would make the Paladins happy.
Now we're left with fairly desperate options to even locate the staff. We'll find it, Pelor willing, but not without cost.
There is always a cost. I can only hope this is one I can pay.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Failure
Pelor guide me, because I can not seem to do anything right. I have failed my comrades three times in these past few days. First, we came across an illusion wizard and everything spell I cast seemed to do more damage then good. First I try and sleep the wizard and fail. Then later in the battle when he cast invisible on himself I attempted to use glitter dust to reveal his location, but I missed him and only blinded my allies. Thankfully Ragnarr was able to cast a spell that removed the illusionist’s spell because I was at a loss. I had no idea what I should do next.
The second failure came when I was on watch and the illusionist made it appear like he escaped. I was not able to see through or dispel his spells. Thankfully Aracdius was there and found a way to break the spell.
The third and the worst happened tonight. We were placed in jail by the people of Ismer and I failed to protect the staff we took from the enemy. The group gave it to me to protect and I failed them and now it is back in the hands of the enemy. It makes me sick to my stomach knowing how poorly my decisions and action have been lately. Warriors of Pelor deserve better then this. I am just not sure if I can do better.
The second failure came when I was on watch and the illusionist made it appear like he escaped. I was not able to see through or dispel his spells. Thankfully Aracdius was there and found a way to break the spell.
The third and the worst happened tonight. We were placed in jail by the people of Ismer and I failed to protect the staff we took from the enemy. The group gave it to me to protect and I failed them and now it is back in the hands of the enemy. It makes me sick to my stomach knowing how poorly my decisions and action have been lately. Warriors of Pelor deserve better then this. I am just not sure if I can do better.
LETTER OF RECOMMENDATION
To the reverend and pious prelates of the temples and to the honored masters of the orders. Wise lords in the City of Point of Origin.
Hail!
Before you stands Grungar, a warrior far more formidable than his youth would make it appear.
Know that he has traveled with me and with my companions to the far North, upon the frozen wastes, under the depths of the sea, and into ancient fastnesses, and there fought powers of evil and darkness.
Know that he has endured danger and hardship with a stout heart and a clear conscience.
Know that he is pure of heart, noble, and selfless.
Know that he is guileless, without pretense, and will listen to instructions and obey as duty commands.
Know that he has been called by at least one among the blessed gods, Lord Heracles.
I swear before my Lord Pelor, and the gods at large, that I believe he would make a fine Paladin.
Honor be to you, and glory to the gods.
*A*
-Ar-Khadesh, called Arcadius in these lands, Paladin of Pelor
Hail!
Before you stands Grungar, a warrior far more formidable than his youth would make it appear.
Know that he has traveled with me and with my companions to the far North, upon the frozen wastes, under the depths of the sea, and into ancient fastnesses, and there fought powers of evil and darkness.
Know that he has endured danger and hardship with a stout heart and a clear conscience.
Know that he is pure of heart, noble, and selfless.
Know that he is guileless, without pretense, and will listen to instructions and obey as duty commands.
Know that he has been called by at least one among the blessed gods, Lord Heracles.
I swear before my Lord Pelor, and the gods at large, that I believe he would make a fine Paladin.
Honor be to you, and glory to the gods.
*A*
-Ar-Khadesh, called Arcadius in these lands, Paladin of Pelor
Journal of Arcadius - Day ???
Accursed Gnome
I was in communion with Lord Pelor - my task is laid before me.
While I was such, we were attacked by a Gnome illusionist. WHY never became clear. However, he gave the rest of the party much trouble. Even once subdued, he kept trying to escape rather than talk to us in any way. One night, he turned invisible and seemed to have disappeared. I only found him by poking randomly with my sword in the area of the cart where he was likely to be.
THEN, in Izmir, when we turned him over to the authorities, he somehow convinced them that we were at fault, and we were arrested as highway robbers and only able to buy our way out with fines of 100 gold each.
Pelor give me the patience for mercy.
Then again, something else, something deeper and fouler, is at work.
The staff, the very piece of the staff of the gods, if legends be true, has disappeared!
When we were arrested, it vanished in the hands of the police. Some person or persons among them is in league with the evil powers from beyond. Curse them, betrayers of the world itself! This makes clear certain other strange things. For, why did the Kingdom of Izmir not react when its port of Umea was blocked by obvious magic? Why did it not react when a dragon was burning its towns, or raiders from the sea were roaming free, and more recently destroyed a city? A city we witnessed burning! And yet, there was no outcry, no army marched out, not even an alarm seems to have been raised!
Strange indeed.
In the meantime, Grungar is leaving us, and after some guidance from we who follow Lord Pelor, has chosen the most honorable path of the Paladin. He leaves shortly for Point of Origin, and I at least shall write him a letter of recommendation!
As for the rest of us, it seems our path leads far away again - this time to the South and East, beyond even my country. I have heard distant tell of the land we may travel to, and at least it is not supposed to be in the grip of vile demon-worshipers like our near neighbors.
Glory to the gods.
Honor to Lord Pelor.
Life for the world.
Defeat for its enemies.
*A*
I was in communion with Lord Pelor - my task is laid before me.
While I was such, we were attacked by a Gnome illusionist. WHY never became clear. However, he gave the rest of the party much trouble. Even once subdued, he kept trying to escape rather than talk to us in any way. One night, he turned invisible and seemed to have disappeared. I only found him by poking randomly with my sword in the area of the cart where he was likely to be.
THEN, in Izmir, when we turned him over to the authorities, he somehow convinced them that we were at fault, and we were arrested as highway robbers and only able to buy our way out with fines of 100 gold each.
Pelor give me the patience for mercy.
Then again, something else, something deeper and fouler, is at work.
The staff, the very piece of the staff of the gods, if legends be true, has disappeared!
When we were arrested, it vanished in the hands of the police. Some person or persons among them is in league with the evil powers from beyond. Curse them, betrayers of the world itself! This makes clear certain other strange things. For, why did the Kingdom of Izmir not react when its port of Umea was blocked by obvious magic? Why did it not react when a dragon was burning its towns, or raiders from the sea were roaming free, and more recently destroyed a city? A city we witnessed burning! And yet, there was no outcry, no army marched out, not even an alarm seems to have been raised!
Strange indeed.
In the meantime, Grungar is leaving us, and after some guidance from we who follow Lord Pelor, has chosen the most honorable path of the Paladin. He leaves shortly for Point of Origin, and I at least shall write him a letter of recommendation!
As for the rest of us, it seems our path leads far away again - this time to the South and East, beyond even my country. I have heard distant tell of the land we may travel to, and at least it is not supposed to be in the grip of vile demon-worshipers like our near neighbors.
Glory to the gods.
Honor to Lord Pelor.
Life for the world.
Defeat for its enemies.
*A*
Journal of Arcadius - Day 175
Umea
After much travel from the farthest north to merely the far north, we have returned to Umea. The city is in even worse straights than before, as its trade has all but completely evaporated. We visited Stonekeep on the way back, and though I dislike it, we purchased useful supplies and equipment there, as it now flourishes. Curse the evil ones!
Our horses were very well cared for in our absence, and have grown a bit fat. We were gone for a long time, and I'm glad the innkeepers did well by the funds we left them. Alas, our horses will have no such ease in the days to come. We are getting ready for the trip to Izmir, and from there, to far parts of the world. We have done so much, yet in truth, we have only just begun this struggle.
The gods will it, and so we must do, for the sake of the world.
Yet strange is fate.
For Walter-Tupper is here, in Umea, and apparently is to rejoin us.
Pelor, I shall do your will, and be patient.
*A*
After much travel from the farthest north to merely the far north, we have returned to Umea. The city is in even worse straights than before, as its trade has all but completely evaporated. We visited Stonekeep on the way back, and though I dislike it, we purchased useful supplies and equipment there, as it now flourishes. Curse the evil ones!
Our horses were very well cared for in our absence, and have grown a bit fat. We were gone for a long time, and I'm glad the innkeepers did well by the funds we left them. Alas, our horses will have no such ease in the days to come. We are getting ready for the trip to Izmir, and from there, to far parts of the world. We have done so much, yet in truth, we have only just begun this struggle.
The gods will it, and so we must do, for the sake of the world.
Yet strange is fate.
For Walter-Tupper is here, in Umea, and apparently is to rejoin us.
Pelor, I shall do your will, and be patient.
*A*
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