Lurker37 said:
. . .In short, give him an in-character reason to change his behavior, with a simultaneous assurance that he is still well-regarded, and that prudently withdrawing from battle will not discredit him. Once he understands that this change of behavior is, in fact, expected of him by his superiors, his objections to it should evaporate. Presenting it in a positive light should reduce the risk of player bitterness or stubbornness obscuring the issue.
Maybe a personal story or two about the same issue. "When I felt fear flee from me for the first time I thought nothing could touch me. Like a common adventurer, I felt myself invincible, untouchable.
"I marched forth to do battle with darkness, winning often. You don't find many truly great evils on the road and I thought myself to be great. Somehow I knew that one day I would bring the world to Pelor and destroy all who oppose him. There was no way I couldn't succeed. After all, I had conquered fear.
"Then one day I came upon a dark secreted cave. Likely another evil waiting inside. I'd done this before, you see. Kobalds, goblins, orcs, even ogres. All had fallen easily before my might. Once a few bugbears gave me some problems but no more. I had learned their tricks and they began to fall easily before my sword.
"So I went in, quietly at first. I was convinced that one day I would overhear a plan to destroy the world--or at least a nearby town--using this tactic," the powerful knight shakes his head. "Oh, I was a fool then. As if my armor alone wasn't making a racket louder than a halfling's stories.
"Aw, but I wasn't just any adventurer. By no means. I was called of Pelor! Nothing could stand in my path.
"So, like that common farm boy, I rushed headlong into the cave--quietly mind you," a note of sarcasm and a wink here. "To my disappointment, I found nothing. Nothing at all. How could I rid the world of evil when evil wouldn't be found?
"While I was pondering this profound question, evil found me.
"Two elves dropped in front of me. It was dark and all I could make out was their pointed ears and lithe body but I knew elves when I saw them. And, ow but the taint of evil was strong. Very strong. As they closed, I couldn't help thinking how sad it was that they numbered only two. Surely I could handle more.
"Well, my young friend, as I'm sure you can imagine, two was more than enough.
"I quickly unwrapped my Everburning Torch and let it fall to the ground. For the first time I got a good look at my foes. Their skin was dark, almost black. Their hair jet white, flowing in a mane behind their heads, halfway down the spine of their backs.
"Drow!
"My luck had finally one out! I would finally face a darkness worthy of a Paladin of Pelor. I would finally win glory for the side of righteousness!
"I felt no fear and had no desire to flee. After all, even as a boy facing down mere bullies seeking to merly bloody my noise I had been somewhat afraid. But here their was nothing. They weren't even bullies. They were nothing. And they would soon fall to Pelor's wrath.
"They moved stunningly fast. The sound of my torch hitting the cave floor just began to ring in my ears when the lights went out. An empty sphere of darkness surrounded the torch that had always served me so well. Then I felt a blade strike across my arm, fallowed quickly by another. I hadn't even begun swinging yet and already I was hit twice. No, three times!
"Now any common fool would have run in terror then. And they would likely have let him go. It was clear they weren't planning to stay in this area and would have enjoyed watching a 'lesser race' run screaming. They had even been so kind as to start with my arms, leaving my legs free to scramble back out of the cave.
"But I wasn't a common fool. I was a fool without fear. I knew I was going to die but wasn't afraid of it. Even the thought of no longer helping others didn't frighten me. It even occurred to me that no terror crossed my mind when I realized that I would no longer be here to keep the world safe; that it would fall into evil and darkness without me to keep it firmly in the light.
"Still I did not flee. I had no reason to. Always when I was a child I ran when scared. I knew no other reason to do so.
"No doubt surprised to see me still standing before them--swinging back with the terrible power of Pelor's smiting touch--they began cutting deep. I found myself on the cave floor, my head lying next to my blackened torch, staring up into nothing. I was surrounded by darkness. And still I wasn't afraid.
"But that didn't change the fact that my life blood was pouring out of me. I was going to die and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was going to die with the sound of my enemy's laughter ringing in my ears.
"I was angry then. Something rare for me. I've since found that anger is more often a product of fear then that which is brought forth for a righteous cause and was thus something that I usually lacked.
"Anger did not allow me to stand. Did not allow me to fight. Did not allow me to even slow the tide of blood from my gut. All it allowed me to do was recognize that I needed help. I realized I wasn't angry at the now fading evil laughter. I was angry at myself.
"I needed help and I called on Pelor to give it to me. I called on him to allow me the strength to fight my foes. To drive them back.
"He answered my prayer.
"Not in a way I expected though. The blood flow slowed, then ceased. I was no longer dying. But nor could I stand.
"He had allowed me to beat the wound that was killing me. He had allowed me life but, it seemed, he had allowed the Drow escape.
"I did not understand. Why would Pelor leave me alive but not allow me to stop that which was evil? Why would the illumination of the world not want me to stop that which seeked to bring darkness?
"I called out to him for an answer. I called long into the night, lost in the black dark void that surround me. I learned that even without fear, Darkness can drive a man mad. I learned that I could not drive it away on my own. I learned that I couldn't stand on my own all the time. That I needed help to go on. But still I wondered why Pelor didn't help me stop it.
"Suddenly there was light again. My eyes burned with sudden shooting pain as I found myself looking straight into what seemed the purist light imaginable. I thought Pelor himself had come to question me. Come to demand why I couldn't understand his will.
"I was half wrong.
"The realization came to me that I had been acting rashly. I had not thought to understand the strength of my foes and had not used my intelligence to serve me where fear no longer could," the older warrior puts his had on the younger's shoulder. "I had been staring into the light of a torch. The true revelation came as I climbed back out into the early morning light, the sun just fully letting go of the earth's embrace.
"The removal of fear is a great blessing, my friend. But we must be wary of it's absence.
"Just as others must overcome their fear, we must overcome our lack of it."
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Thought this might need it's own post. Didn't mean to go on that long. Better get to bed.