Subject Harp is introspective

Harp listens to the report from Surin, Salix and Allistair. Running water? How was he supposed to fight that? How do you conquer the rain? Defeat a river? Orcs, kobolds, bugbears, that he understood. Even those hounds from hell they had just faced he understood. They were flesh and they could be killed. But how do you fight water? And a door hot to the touch? What could do that? Fire? But what type of fire could do that? Did it have something to burn?

Harp brain started to hurt again. The self doubt that he shadowed him this whole trip starts to nibble at the back of his mind. He was unworthy and unqualified for this. He did not have the experience as a fighter, not the wisdom of one of the other brothers to accomplish this task. How many times had his decisions proven to be poor ones, even disasterour? Maybe the taunts of his childhood were true. Maybe he was little more than a beast, without the brains to be more than a beast. He felt his heart was good, but his ability seemed lacking. He was going to doom this mission to failure, despite his best efforts.

Then, slowly emerging from the depths of his soul, came the vision he had encountered prior to their leaving on the mission. The avatar of Heironious had given him peace and comfort. The Battlelord had seen fit to grant him some small increase in grace. The Battlelord must see something Harp could not. As the image grew stronger in his mind, his resolve and confidence increases. The Battlelord would not have allowed the elders of the Order to send him on this mission if he was destined to fail.

They had provided him with exceptionally able companions, each well versed in their fields. All he had to do was utilize those abilities effectively. That was his challenge. But would he be up to that challange. Mund just tolerated him. Ragnar, while a fellow brother, was still a bit of an enigma. Maybe Harp could learn something from him if he got to know him better. A dwarf brother was about as unusual as Harp was. Kal seemed to have finally come to accept Harp, at least for this mission. Harp was unsure of how they would get along in other cirmcumstances. The elf was fast, but impetuous, and not nearly hearty enough to be a true fighter. But those damn spells he could call upon - they could really even up a battle. Salix, Ran and Surin he had knows the longest, and they, at least, accepted, even supported him. He would have to keep that in mind. He did have friends, he would just have to trust and rely on them more. He would have to be humble and realize he could not do this on his own.

OOC: Sorry for the long post, but with Mark out of town plying Karl with chocolate chip cookies, I thought a bit of maudlin RP'ing would be in order.

Any one with any idea's about these doors?