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- dnd,
- hotdq,
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- khana woadi,
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Encounter with Eldath
Your name is Khana Woadi and you're a sargeant serving your seventh year out in the field. You've spent a good chunk of your life out here; your fellow soldiers, those whom you have taught and those who have taught you, those who have fought by your side and those who have left you, have become your family and friends. It is with these people that you have found a sense of belonging and community.
You have risen through the ranks over the years and found your calling as a field medic. You have seen numerous horrors. You have seen life and death in many stages. You have learned that no one is spared in battle; no one cares about your looks or your voice or your heart out here, only your affiliation, and even then, that connection can be weak at times.
This patient is no different from the others. She bleeds and writhes and hurts like the others. But when clarity comes upon her, you're compelled by her voice.
She's a young woman, probably a handful of years younger than you. You don't recognize her; you've never met her before. That's not unusual, seeing as new recruits come in and out every day. She suffered pretty major injuries, but you're think she'll make a full recovery. Her left leg was dealt heavy bludgeoning damage and is currently in a cast. You're redressing old wounds and checking on her status when her voice reaches your ears.
"Miss," she says, her voice trickling into the room like a weak stream. "Miss," she tries again, clearer this time, cleansing water. "Was it you—no, it was you. You saved me, didn't you?"
You have risen through the ranks over the years and found your calling as a field medic. You have seen numerous horrors. You have seen life and death in many stages. You have learned that no one is spared in battle; no one cares about your looks or your voice or your heart out here, only your affiliation, and even then, that connection can be weak at times.
This patient is no different from the others. She bleeds and writhes and hurts like the others. But when clarity comes upon her, you're compelled by her voice.
She's a young woman, probably a handful of years younger than you. You don't recognize her; you've never met her before. That's not unusual, seeing as new recruits come in and out every day. She suffered pretty major injuries, but you're think she'll make a full recovery. Her left leg was dealt heavy bludgeoning damage and is currently in a cast. You're redressing old wounds and checking on her status when her voice reaches your ears.
"Miss," she says, her voice trickling into the room like a weak stream. "Miss," she tries again, clearer this time, cleansing water. "Was it you—no, it was you. You saved me, didn't you?"
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She pauses for a moment, losing herself in thought again in the way she often does. She is curious now. Eldath seems to have made Her presence known during every difficult situation throughout Khana's life. Of course, she always brushed it off as people who cared for her trying to help her find comfort in something that worked for them. But for Eldath to now present Herself to Khana yet again, this time through a total stranger, in one of the most taxing times in her life? Maybe it isn't coincidence after all. Maybe She is real. Maybe it's time to listen to what She has to say.
"Do you think that Eldath would accept me after I denied Her all this time? And that She could get me out of here?"
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Note: Thauglor is the ORIGINAL purple dragon. He was the actual dragon that owned the land that Cormyr now sits on. After he attacked the area, he became the symbol of Cormyrian people and is why the military is now known as The Purple Dragons. He's the closest thing to a deity that Khana or her brother ever followed. Idk if you would need this context but it's here just in case XD
also aight thanks for the note ;))
"Above all things, Eldath forgives. Sometimes, it takes a few tries for her light to reach her followers," Heralt replies. Her shoulders, weak as they are, rise in a simple gesture. "Above all things, she values peace. But she knows peace is a conscious choice, and you need to show her that you are committed to that choice.
"If you want to save people, consider what you want to save them from. You saved me from physical demise, which is, of course, very meaningful. And she might take that favorably considering that I'm one of her servants," Heralt adds with a wink. The gesture starkly contrasts the wounded state of her body. "But violence on a physical level is only the start. Eldath's reach is as vast as many oceans and as deep as pure groundwater. Your actions ripple farther than you can imagine."
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"It only took me 20 years to realize what she was all about," she says with a soft chuckle. "Is there something that she wants? From me directly, I mean? I don't have much money, and I'm not a farmer or craftsman like others in my family. What's next?"
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With a long exhale, Heralt settles onto her back and tries to find comfort in her cot and the warmth constantly radiating from her medic.
"You understand that peace must be won, fought for, coveted. If you're a fighter, then the answer should be clear. If you're a healer, again, self-explanatory. But if you're both..." she trails off. "You have a wealth of choices. But as long as you offer your reverence, she will guide you."