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You are Lady Malevus Silverthread, a Paladin in training, ersatz surgeon and most importantly a girlfriend to your love Prince Alric Perenolde.
And you are dead tired.
Last night's storm had played havoc in the camp as tents had collapsed and tarps ripped apart. It was probably by a grace of the Holy Light that the medical tents were all still standing and their inhabitants were all safe and sound. Within the past couple days the intake of wounded men had nearly overwhelmed you and Madam Martin, and so the tents were overflowing with them. With very little sleep and overall rest, the days have been long for you. No time for baths or anything else fancy.
"... we will have these tents cleared up and the first wounded moved into the carts. I want the first group to move already today." Karramyn Langston said to you. He had arrived yesterday with dozens of wounded men and the dead. "Did you get that?"
"Of course, we will get to it." You replied and snapped back to reality. You really hadn't been listening to him.
"Good, I knew I could trust the squire of the Prince." Langston said to you and gave you a polite smile. "He knows how to pick those around him."
"He does, now if you excuse me…" You said.
"Don't let me keep you here." Langston replied as you were already walking away.
Later in the day Captain Cromwell and Major Reginald had also arrived and with them rest of the army, but your boyfriend wasn't amongst them. You had spoken with Cromwell and apparently Alric had gone after the last remaining gnolls with the knights. That didn't surprise you one bit, but it had made you very worried which unnerved you somewhat. What if something happens to him?
No, you can’t spend time thinking about him right now as much as you would have loved to daydream about him, there was work to be done. The camp and all the wounded depended on you.
Choose one:
>Sir Alan Radan had gotten badly wounded. Madam Martin had saved his arm, but he was now delirious from fever. Maybe a prayer could calm him?
>Jon Boyd the pyromancer had been struck by a wicked spell. You had blessed him and that had worked somewhat, but he needs more care.
>Karramyn Langston had asked you to get the patients ready for moving. Do as he told you as he is your superior right now.
>Other, write in.
QM: POV switch! Time only for one.
You are Lady Malevus Silverthread, a Paladin in training, ersatz surgeon and most importantly a girlfriend to your love Prince Alric Perenolde.
And you are dead tired.
Last night's storm had played havoc in the camp as tents had collapsed and tarps ripped apart. It was probably by a grace of the Holy Light that the medical tents were all still standing and their inhabitants were all safe and sound. Within the past couple days the intake of wounded men had nearly overwhelmed you and Madam Martin, and so the tents were overflowing with them. With very little sleep and overall rest, the days have been long for you. No time for baths or anything else fancy.
"... we will have these tents cleared up and the first wounded moved into the carts. I want the first group to move already today." Karramyn Langston said to you. He had arrived yesterday with dozens of wounded men and the dead. "Did you get that?"
"Of course, we will get to it." You replied and snapped back to reality. You really hadn't been listening to him.
"Good, I knew I could trust the squire of the Prince." Langston said to you and gave you a polite smile. "He knows how to pick those around him."
"He does, now if you excuse me…" You said.
"Don't let me keep you here." Langston replied as you were already walking away.
Later in the day Captain Cromwell and Major Reginald had also arrived and with them rest of the army, but your boyfriend wasn't amongst them. You had spoken with Cromwell and apparently Alric had gone after the last remaining gnolls with the knights. That didn't surprise you one bit, but it had made you very worried which unnerved you somewhat. What if something happens to him?
No, you can’t spend time thinking about him right now as much as you would have loved to daydream about him, there was work to be done. The camp and all the wounded depended on you.
Choose one:
>Sir Alan Radan had gotten badly wounded. Madam Martin had saved his arm, but he was now delirious from fever. Maybe a prayer could calm him?
>Jon Boyd the pyromancer had been struck by a wicked spell. You had blessed him and that had worked somewhat, but he needs more care.
>Karramyn Langston had asked you to get the patients ready for moving. Do as he told you as he is your superior right now.
>Other, write in.
QM: POV switch! Time only for one.
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