Role

Chapter 3

There was never an epiphany, simply over the years it became clear to me that
magic was a subtle infection of the soul. It was a lullaby that smoothly
would work itself into a childs mind and drift them off a waking sleep they
could not identify. I was not fooled by what seemed to be an infection of
plague like proportions. I decided to work to heal those around me, with
words and blades when necessary.

I gave myself to war, which I found quite quickly to be ruled by chaos, but
my heart would always seek to heal Thera and those who populate it. Sometimes
the most helpful thing one can do is to amputate the infected limb of an
otherwise healthy body, or in some cases the most merciful act is to kill.