Month: February 2019

With the fighting stopped, the battle clerics of Kurdu come into the triage tent to assist. The additional healing magic is invaluable and the cots are half empty by sundown. I am sitting and tending to one the few recovering patients still in my bank of cots come dinnertime. A commotion stirs just near the back entrance. “Sir, you should… Read more →

The orcs do not run away at the first sign of opposition and the fighting continues well on into the night. The triage tent is at twice capacity, with less fortunate patients lying on the ground in between the cots. The grim faces of the men who bring the injured remind me of slaves who are not yet broken: with… Read more →

When I became spontaneously attuned to magic in my youth, there were no other arcanists around. It wasn’t until I left home, a man, that I learned that we can sense one another. I can sense Val Maxis’s power now. It feels like standing near a blacksmith’s forge, arcana radiating off him like heat. I can only imagine what it… Read more →

I am assigned to the medic division. In the march back to Nodkis I had been routed from Sergeant to Lieutenant to Major to Colonel until coming to stand before Chief Medic Artin. Unlike other refugee-conscripts who are fueled by a sentimental rush to fight for their home, I have already negotiated a wage. As an apothecary I am adequate,… Read more →