Recent content by Jozan of Pelor

I am pleased to see that my mere presence in an otherwise ho-hum story brought victory to the author. It simply goes to show how the Burning Light that is Pelor brings truth to the simple minded. Of course, a little more of ME would have vastly improved the whole thing. By the way, I must...

Ahem. I assure you all that my participation in the BEF project was absolutely pure and sanctioned by the Church. Well, mostly. Of course, Pelor's Own Iconic does not need shiny symbols adorning his person, or really any clothes at all, to show that he glows with the inner light and power and...

Jozan waves his free hand, trying to shoo away all the numbers buzzing around his head. Then he steps up to the nearest spider and swings his mace.

:D

Jozan fishes in his belt pouch, pulls out a toothpick, and starts to pick his teeth.

"Ahem. Well, clearly they love me over there, which means they are a pretty clever bunch. But...Lidda? I mean, she's so very...small! Besides being Regdar's little sister and all. "I think they are welcome to speculate on my love life as much as they wish...anything which brings the light...

"I hope their handlers remember how allergic Mialee is to spider bites." Jozan unslings his mace and begins to chant. "Oh Mighty Pelor, who Burns Eternally so that we may receive His Light, Oh Great Fire, that Shines over all Creatures no matter where they dwell, Oh Big Guy, who showers such...

Jozan claps his hands. "Well then. I suggest we head up to the top of the mountain, pass Suicide Cliff, and come at their lair from above! The sinful beasts will never suspect that!" He tugs on his mittens and heads for his sleigh.

Jozan sits on the couch, opens a jar or metal polish, and begins buffing his various holy symbols. "Of course, Regdar, you are right about the brashness of the young ones. A bit overeager and all that. But young minds are so malleable, aren't they?" He grins and sits up a bit straighter...

Jozan nods and smiles and nods and waves as the dwarves troop past him. "Happy to help, certainly, no guide necessary, no problem, no problem at all, the Light of Pelor will guide us in whatever way He deems necessary and all that." Then he scratches his nose and moves to look over Kazak's...

Jozan quickly swallows a puff pastry and wipes powdered sugar from his lips. He steps forward with a benevolent smile. "Ahh, ahem, my dear dwarven compatriots! You seem to be experiencing some...set backs on your road to glory. May Pelor renew his Strength-Giving Light upon you all." He...

Jozan turns to look at her, a startled expression on his face. He struggles with a grin as his lower jaw seems to take on a life of it's own. "Ub, ah, wal..." Jozan's mouth snaps shut. Above a frozen, half formed grin, his eyes dart around. Then he sneezes--loudly--just in case anyone noticed...

Jozan winks at Naull and nods at the two dwarves. "The Mighty Pelor is always pleased to support the Iconics. Through me, of course." He flashes a grin, then fingers one of the dead spider's hairy legs. "Evil, you say? Ahem. While it does seem rather largish, I'm not sure it quite has...

As the brave and daring Iconics congratulate themselves over the big, scary, mean, and not the least bit harmless spider they just squashed, a sound reaches their ears. Could it be...bells? Jingle bells? The sound comes clearly now through the cold air, and soon in the distance a moving shape...

Jozan grins and thumps both dwarves on the shoulder. "Well, well. By Pelor's Own Fiery Grin, it is quite good too see you both again." He takes a step or two toward Alhandra, flaps his arms awkwardly, looks as though he might be thinking about hugging her--but then he chuckles nervously and...