Day 16 of #RPGaDay2026 is "Composure," something players and characters have in spades when they don't really need it.
27 years ago. College. The group was still young, but we were navigating the storylines in the B1-9 In Search of the Unknown. They had chosen the jobs to recover a religious artifact from one Elwyn the Ardent.
No one anticipated the dragon.
Everyone expected to roll up new characters next Saturday, not be saved by some random goddess Thendara and forced to solve some curse in a mysterious land called Haven.
There were a few fun moment (See Dag from Day 7) but the group was disorganized and confused, even with hints.
And this is where Rolf Wolfsblood, Barbarian of the Galmar plans, member of the adventuring party since session 1, finally kicked into glory.
The group had ever-so-wisely split up, Velandro the cleric and his group having tough encounter after tough encounter.
The other group, led by Rolf, found a very un-barbarian sitting room, set for tea. Annoyed that there had been no sign of the ruby and the group was becoming even more lax and incompetent than usal Rolf went on a rant, He kicked chairs, chucked a plate, started screaming at his fellow adventurers. When he grabbed a tea cup to gesture drinking tea like some weak "civilized" human, he was shocked to hear the cup talk in Thendara's voice
Three crystal notes
Two Silver Statues
One ruby sword
All will smash the Demon's Eye
And lift the curse.
Rolf was delighted to notice that the other party members heard the voice too. He wasn't as crazy as Echelon and his stupid wolf, Pathfinder, who he claimed he could talk to.
Ultimately, Rolf's group met up with Velandro, while Velandro's group was in a running swordfight with a red robed humanoid and a racial mix of minions. The party reunited and the battle continued to move, right into the throne room. Dozens of statues of Haven's citizenry stood inside, including an obvious Princess Argenta (and Sir Ellis to Velandro). Sitting on her throne was a ruby that was at least the size of Rolf's gigantic fist.
With the fight going poorly, the barbarian slew hobgoblin in front of him and ran away! Most were so overwhelmed by the attacking forces that they didn't notice.
Rolf raced to once of the bedrooms. There had been a harp there. Harps make notes! His muscles barely strained as he lifted the instrument off its base and ran back to the battle! Upon entering the Throne Room, he held it to the floor and played as many combination of notes that he could find. Some arrangement that he played must have work, for the ruby shattered into a thousand pieces, the evil human and his minions fled, and the still-intact statues reverted back to their living forms.
The barbarian had quietly observed, picking up clues, and just when things looked like they would fall apart for could, he saved the day.
The curse had been lifted.
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| The lone picture of Rolf (actually a painting) has been lost to time. Here's mix of him and apparently George 'The Animal" Steel (Nightcafe) |

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