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> A CLERIC'S DAY
>
> The morning comes too soon.
>
> It was another bad night, tortured by the haunted
> screams, and the
> vivid images of the previous day. My heart is tired,
> but I must not
> falter. I met my comrades on the field. Still and
> quiet. Only the
> crickets give evidence of life beyond our keep.
> Today will be another
> rough day. I bolster my faith, surrounding myself
> with it like a
> piece of impregnable armor. I know that many will go
> out to meet
> their death and only a few will return. For all our
> sakes, I must put
> that aside and mourn later. For now it is war. I am
> needed to give
> heart, faith and healing to my comrades. If I must,
> I will help as
> well. Not that someone like me could do much. I pray
> to Tunare for
> strength and guidance.
>
> All communications are in and the report is not
> good. Our scouts have
> given us a target. An army of orcs is controlling
> the southern path
> letting us know that we shall not pass. Our troops
> are ready to move
> out. I only pray that everyone will return. I look
> at the faces of
> those with me, those in my group and those beyond.
> They are anxious.
> They know the risks and yet the shouts and glory of
> victory drive
> them like a cruel master. They look to me for
> comfort and to keep
> them going. I hope I do not fail.
>
> We reach the gate, but the enemy is nowhere to be
> seen. The stink is
> fresh. Do we venture forth or stay behind where it
> is safe? Our
> orders are clear, we must continue forward. We must
> keep them from
> penning between our keep and their forces. Group by
> group we venture
> forward along the path.
>
> A flash of light and some music. I can't move. The
> brutishness of our
> foes keeps me rooted in place. All around me I hear
> the screams of
> agony mixed with their terrible howls of victory.
> The orcs have
> surrounded us cutting off our escape route. I see my
> friends and
> fellow fighters going down one by one under the
> cruel swords of the
> brutish orcs. I am helpless. I see them looking to
> for help and it
> breaks my heart. How cruel this enemy is, to leave
> me with sight and
> hearing, yet deprive me of movement.
>
> I feel my hands start to glow. I begin the motions,
> healing as I can,
> trying to heal those around me that are still
> standing. I once again
> summon my faith to provide a bunker for those left
> as I race to save
> those who may yet be living. Frantically, I race
> against time to save
> one then another hoping I can stay strong. Our
> enemies, those that
> threaten my homeland, are strong. I am not sure how
> much longer I can
> hold out. I can feel the energy draining away.
>
> Behind me I hear the sound of fresh troops bearing
> down on us and I
> send a hurried prayer of thanks to Tunare.
> Re-enforcements have
> arrived. Somewhere inside me, I find the power to
> continue healing
> and bolstering as much as I can. I watch as our
> enemies slowly fall
> beneath our forces until there are none left.
> Gratefully, I regroup.
> Looking around, I see that most of us still live.
> Able to return to
> our keep victorious.
>
> There are celebrations, joyful reunions and tales to
> be told. I hang
> back. Today we were lucky; tomorrow we will face
> death again. How can
> we hold out? I don't know, but I cannot give up the
> faith.
>
> It is my calling.
> My vocation.
>
> I am a cleric.
>
>
>
>
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