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- >Be Cleric
- >Passing through a small town.
- >Got word of some shady goings on.
- >Livestock slaughtered in the fields
- >Fields of crops burned.
- >Children going missing in the nearby forest.
- >The usual.
- >Arrive alone, heard that there would be others in the area that I could team up with.
- >Been looking around this village for hours now.
- >Haven't seen anyone besides these frightened villagers.
- >I ask around about others who might have come.
- >Whenever I ask the person starts looking worried.
- >Same answer every time:
- “Well, someone...something... did come, then it went into the woods.”
- >Decide to wait it out.
- >If they're alive, they'll come out before nightfall.
- >If they're dead, then I'll just wait for others to arrive.
- …
- >Sundown.
- >Sitting on a stump, staring at the trees where the villagers tell me the other person entered the forest.
- >The people seem happy to have me here.
- >Free food, half-decent wine.
- >Makes the wait a little easier.
- >Movement in the trees.
- >Whatever it is, it's not afraid of making noise.
- >Don't hear footsteps, only a dragging noise.
- >Stand up from the stump.
- >Grab my mace and holy symbol.
- “The Lord of Light ensures that I may never walk in shadows.”
- >Symbol begins to glow.
- >A stream of light casts forth upon the wall of trees.
- >Whatever's coming through isn't that tall, just large.
- >A shape emerges.
- >It's human.
- >No, it's a centaur.
- >Female.
- >Pretty short for a centaur.
- >Half breed?
- >She doesn't look like she's in the best condition.
- >She sees me, squinting her eyes at the light I am casting.
- “Is this the village?”
- >She looks behind her back quickly.
- >Did something follow her?
- “Yes, are you okay?”
- “I'm fine. Are you a cleric?”
- >She doesn't look fine.
- “I am.”
- “Can you heal?”
- “I can, do you need aid?”
- “Ye- no- I mean, I don't-
- >Looks behind her again.
- “But she does.”
- >Does she have a rider? Is she carrying someone?
- >Is she even strong enough to carry someone?
- >Rush to the trees where the centaur is standing.
- >She's rigged up a crude stretcher from some thin logs and branches and mounted it on her back so she could drag it behind her.
- >She carrying a woman.
- >She's bleeding from her temple.
- >She's breathing, but non-responsive.
- >This woman looks just like the centaur.
- >No
- >A satyr?
- >is the centaur dragging it's hind legs and this woman?
- “Bugbears, one of them leapt from a tree and struck her with a club. I couldn't wake her so I had to drag her back. It hurt a lot. Please heal her.”
- >Why does it look like this woman is connected to her?
- “Bugbears?”
- “They have an encampment deep in this forest. We managed to route them after killing a fair few of them, but I can't guarantee that they didn't follow us. Please heal her. It hurts greatly.”
- >Must be the dark playing with my eyes.
- “How do you know her?”
- “She is me. The pain is immense. Please heal her.”
- “What about-”
- “Heal her, please!”
- >She looks distressed.
- >She doesn't want to speak anymore.
- >I place my hands upon the thing on the stretcher.
- “All pains and wounds are soothed under the Lord of Light's hand.”
- >The Lord of Light's warmth flows through my fingers into the creature.
- >The bleeding stems.
- >The wounds close.
- >I look to the centaur.
- >No, that's not right.
- >I don't know what she is.
- >I look to the one that's awake.
- >A look of relief has spread across her face.
- >The scratches on her cheeks fade.
- “She'll probably be unconscious for a while yet.
- “No. She won't.”
- “Trust me, I've seen this many times before. We should get her to a bed where she can rest.”
- “No. I will not.”
- >The one standing didn't say that.
- >The voice came from the stretcher.
- >I look down.
- >Its eyes are open.
- “Are we back?”
- “We're in the village.”
- “Our enemies are dead?”
- “Only the ones we killed.”
- “So there's many left to go.”
- “We're not yet done.”
- >I can't help but gape at the sight of these two talking amongst themselves.
- >Don't know if I'm supposed to say something.
- “You, Cleric.”
- “Hey, Healer.”
- >Are they talking to me?
- “Thank you for your service.”
- “Your skills are much appreciated.”
- “The pain was very great.”
- “I feel much better now.”
- >This has got to be the oddest show of gratitude that I've experienced to date.
- >Even weirder than that gnome who offered me his daughter.
- “Are you here to fight?”
- “Were you planning to help?”
- >I suppose that's what I'm here for.
- “Yeah... I guess.”
- >They look at each other for a moment before turning back to me.
- “Will you be joining us then?”
- “Would you be willing to assist us?”
- >They must be the “something” the villagers were talking about.
- “I think so...”
- >They smile.
- “Good.”
- “Great.”
- “We leave tomorrow morning.”
- “Into the trees at sun up.”
- “We've got a good amount of ground to cover.”
- “The bugbears are located quite deep in.”
- >This might just become something I didn't quite sign up for.
- “For now we rest!”
- “To the inn!”
- “You're a follower of Solom?”
- “A Lord of Light disciple?”
- “Does your order know any good songs?”
- “I'm told I'm a wonderful singer.”
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