Role

Chapter 1

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The woods are weary and the ground is soft. A
rain drop hits my forehead. No. it is not rain.
It is blood; blood from the corpse of the dead
beside me. I peer around and war is amongst us.
Us being the village of Kundor'Kao.

I try to stay focused; do as I am trained as a
young medic of the army. I bandage one man just
to witness another die. The corpses are many
and I've run out of supplies. Loud thunderous
magic distracting my thought and then it happen.

A magic bomb struck me and the last thing I see
is dirt and red. I blank out......

I awaken at my village medic center. It is I
whom is bandaged now. The War had been lost
and my village have come under the authority of
the Bandit King. Slaves we were for Order. I
no longer was allowed to think for myself. Time
dictated my life and depending on the depth of
the sun determined if I had to go to training
or the mess hall for nourishment. The Bandit
King assigned me to the medical unit due to my
experiences.

Due to the edict that all men of my village had
to be trained in combat; I was assigned to study
within the Shapeshifter's guild. Protect your
comrades and crew the King's edict demanded of
my position and rank.

Protection. That word became everything to me. If
a unit went out to War, I was there on the front
lines taking the blunt of the damage. Yes. Those
were the defining days of my conditioning. Time
would pass as with all things and the Badint King
had suffered betrayal. The House of the Bandit
King became broken and I set free. But, what would
I do with my life now? How could I think without
being told how. All I know now is protect my men
and protect my cause. But, what cause now?
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