Commander?

[psycho_leo]

Commander she called me... funny how things work sometimes.

I still remember, ten years ago, back in Tethyr. My father used to tell me I would do great in the order. He said I had what it takes, said I could become a commander if I wanted. I never wanted that. I learned how to fight to appease him. I was never interested in war. I was interested in peace. That’s part of the reason I chose another path, part of the reason I never joined the order and chose a different faith.

Funny how things work. I left home. I wanted to make a living for myself. Wanted to make friends, know the world. I wanted peace. I came to Daggerford. I found war. Found friends too, found the warmth of a home, but war managed to find me. I guess some things can not be escaped. My father said I was meant for war, maybe he was right. Blasted vampire! Why can’t I have peace?

War has taken a toll on me… on all of us. Lost some friends… some I have to put to rest myself. With so many people gone, I had to take a leading role. I never meant for it. I never wanted it, but someone had to do it and so I did.

Today I lead a group to the trade ways. I was enjoying some ale at the inn… was hoping would be a calm evening. There’s no such thing anymore. The half-celestial came in… trying to catch his breath… bad news… always is. He wanted me to take a group to the trade ways to stop the undead that got through his lines. Someone had to do it. A few people gathered at the inn. I looked at them. Couldn’t bare myself to ask them to go, let alone command them to do so. But they volunteered. I was glad that I wouldn’t be alone.

The battle was terrible. They came in wave after wave. We managed to stop them, but they had mages among them. The young ones were brave, but fresh, lacked the experience of real battle. They didn’t keep together when they should and they gave chase when they shouldn’t. A young patrolman fell. He was right next to me. I couldn’t do nothing but avenge his death. Rage took me over. I wanted to fight. Wanted to shatter their bones, render their decaying flesh. I felt the divine power of the goddess coursing through my sword arm. I remember running around screaming orders. I don’t know if that helped or not. But finally we won. The knight in purple armor… their leader… their commander… he fell to blade and spell.

After the battle we were all bloody, beaten and sweaty. I could only think of going home. Then I remember the beginning of the battle. The young Ilmateri approached me and asked. “Where to Commander?”

Funny how things work…

[orangetree]

Psycho... why didn't you share your talent before!?! All I can say is, its about time.

A nice gritty read. Please do more

[Holy_Rage]

Very nice read, good to see that hobbits aren't the only ones suffering; FR halflings can do that too

Looking forward to more of the Doc.

[PensivesWetness]

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