Subject Ranthir's father

Ranthir looks up at the mention of his father. He doesn't remember ever hearing of Ragnar before this mission but he had not really paid attention to his father's life or anything he had said since his mother died. There seemed to be an opportunity here to learn some of what he may have missed.

"Ragnar, if I may ask, how do you know my father and how was he involved in your joining the order?"

Subject Healing

I am fairly sure that the party was given 10 potions of Cure Light Wounds and 10 scrolls of Cure Moderate Wounds. The CLW heal 1D8+3 and the scrolls heal 2D8+3.

Subject Ranthir's father

"He is indeed a 'big shot' back in the city, though I certainly didn't know that at the time. This was several years ago, when my mother and I were living in a small village in the Wildlands. The entire village came down with a deadly illness in just a few days. A couple of elderly men and several infants had already died... everyone was sick...

One morning Sir Corrin rode into town, just travelling through on the road. We'd put up signs warning travellers away, but he ignored them and came straight in and started helping the people. His own quest was of great importance, but he stayed with us an entire week, healing everyone that got sick, comforting those who had lost family... He never spoke an impatient word; only later did I learn what an important journey he was on, and how respected he was in the city. Before he finally continued on his way, he made it possible for my mother and I to return to our ancestral home in the mountains of the far reaches. We'd dreamed of doing that, but were never able to. He also left us a short letter, enabling us to receive help in any temple of Heironeous we passed. I later used that letter to help convince the elders in the temple at Gort to accept me in the order, in spite of my age.

"Your father is a truly inspiring man, and after only a few years, I realized that I wanted to dedicate myself to the same vision he had. Heironeous does not have many dwarven followers, but I've never regretted my choice."

Subject Ranthir's father

Allistair raises an eye from his studies as he hears Ranthir mention his father. Allistair knew from his time living among the elves that half-elven were often touchy about one or both of their parents. Allistiar didn't know much about Ran's past, but he had gathered that Ran was raised elven and had been estranged from his father for much of his life.

Well, whatever Ran's feelings were, at least he always seemed to be very tactful about it. Tact was something that Allistair felt they could use a bit more of, remembering some of the earlier arguments between Kal and his brother. These recent battles and brushes with death had seemed to mellow both of them out a bit, though.

After Allistair finishes memorizing some of his spells, he takes a short break and goes over to talk to his brother. He looks around to make sure that Kal is out of earshot. (no point in stirring up a hornet's nest) "Mund, you mentioned earlier about you having lived with orcs for a while. How did that happen? And wasn't it dangerous for you? Whatever a person's feelings about orcs may be, generally orcs don't care for the company of humans too much."