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I am taking a long break. It may be some time before I get back so I apologize for anyone whose plot strings I'll leave dangling. If you need anything make sure to message me.

Gale, this license isn't yours. Let's fix that.

My favorite paper pusher. Sad to see her go, happy to see what you do next.

"A Dream."


"I have this dream I can not shake."

"I stand atop the fells."

"I cry out, but my voice is not my own."

"I reach out, but my hand is not my own."

"I point my sword at the heavens."

"I declare my Pretentions."

"There is no reply."

"The Lever."

"The Lever, is a divine instrument."

"That which wielded, moves mountains."

"Knowledge transferred to power."

"Allowing the smallest, to do the greatest."

"I look down at my hands, grasped upon the hilt of my sword."

"Is this not too, a lever?"

"Broken."

"I meditate on what it means to be broken. The Broken Axe, The Broken God. Am I broken? It is hard to tell."

"I scorn the pity so many look at me with. Those who with good hearts, and kind intentions, see me as broken."

"I am a weapon, I am a mind, I kill, I save, what is broken?"

"That no longer, as a lark do I sing the morning breeze."

"My song is now a battle cry."

"My pinion are blades that beat a loathsome gale of death."

"The Revanchist path."

"The Axe."

"Marcellus Bade before me kneel to the axe... I had many thoughts, I thought to tell him I serve the leverhand, and unlike him I did not forsake my burdens. Unlike him I do not forget where I am from."

"But as he waited, axe lifted, I covered in blood. I realize I have departed from my father's teachings. The power is used to protect, in wisdom guide, I have taken vengeance in my heart. I wondered if I could even truly serve either."

"Then he spoke, You are welcome in the lodge, and I knew what I must do. I will find the Warrior Hu Prak again."

"It is a lever which might move the world, It is but a stone; and it is a hand which might move the lever."

*Sniffles* Ashley would have stuck him full of tubes and forced him to live as her ash Frankenstein's monster if she could. She wouldn't have let him go again.

"Charity."

"In a turn, I need not speak so lyrically. Nor write of dire portent. This is merely an admission of gratitude. For I have received since I arrived charity in measure disproportionate to my expectations."

"Zina Zizzo, my honorable employer, that's not quite accurate but it's close enough. I asked her to value my worth. She has done so, never has she attempted to short me my value."

"Nasir of the Balladeers. Who gifted me my armor after the death of a comrade, it has served me well. He did not wish for another to die a pointless death in the wastes and granted this suit to me. It was perfect. He is an honor to his people."

"A man who did not give me his name, asked for only someone to stand beside him before the war. I do not know why I was so immured by him. I am loath to let my skin feel fresh air. Still, though I strive to make my heart as hard as my armor. I have one yet. His gift was many fold."

"This is a record of gratitude. My last words should not be of rage, let that be my deeds."

A carefully folded and perfumed letter is sent to the office of the first.

Open the Letter

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"Panacea."

"My Mithridate."

"My Theriac."

"The Electuary to the bitter pain of my cure."

"Your death."

"Iakmes."

"My Battle; My Fight."

"I will do, as I have done, since the time I was forced from my home."

"I will reap great fury upon the heads of orcs and their sympathizers."

"For I know, that many have flocked to his banner of peace, and his love of the people, and his hatred of this unjust world."

"I know I will kill them too, if they stand in my way. My path. I will. Kill. Orcs."

It is a truly remarkable talent, that Dangerous Dan possess, to mystify me with his words every time he is on screen.

Some Scribbles in the Margins.

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I win.

A letter is left at the office of the first, the signature of the palatial physician across it.

 Open the letter

"Dearest Legate, I am writing on a matter we spoke of sometime hence. The allocation of resources to warfronts to the end of wound care, battlefield triage, and the prevention of the spread of disease.

After having spoken to the Warmaster on the places of greatest need, the proposal there in is the assignment of these resources to the Eastern warfront supporting the blockade against the great weapon which threatens the well. While Ten Thousand is my estimate on the costs of providing the best quality of care, whatever resources allocated will be gratefully used.

Secondly the two warfronts to the south, both the fort reclaimed and the stronghold of the Dwarves, I would request further afield evaluations for their needs dire though I am sure both will be.

For these, and other considerations I shall personally be most receptive and appreciative.

Faithfully Yours, Palatial Physician Ashley Scherwin."

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