http://facepunching.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] facepunching.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-09-01 04:15 pm

I'm an Archsage, not a Bishop [Open]

Ugh. Eventually, the tide of patients he'd had to deal with had decreased, leaving Soren finally able to take a moment to breathe. He was rather uncharacteristically slouching in his seat on the Obs Deck, staring balefully out at the view outside.

He hadn't realized what a chore it was to have to pick up healing duties. Where he came from, every army had a contingent of clerics to supplement the use of vulneraries by the common infantryman. That he'd seen none in use by the forces fighting on the ground was dismaying. He'd attempted to save what lives he was able to during the events on that moon or planet or whatever (Soren was not great with the proper scientific classifications of celestial bodies), but without adequate support, he knew a number had simply fallen through the cracks. There was only so much a single unit could do, especially with the tools at his disposal.

Healing wasn't even his specialty; he'd studied the use of staves mainly to better fill gaps in the Mercenaries' pool of abilities. Better than learning knives, at any rate. If he'd only had a Fortify staff...
combustible_me: (throw you all around)

[personal profile] combustible_me 2011-09-05 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
She grimaced at that. Ellyn hadn't noticed--but she was pretty immune to death by fire or electrical shock, in any case.

"An' ya can't move ta 'nother place in crew quarters? What 'bout that elf? That temple place is pretty big, d'ya think ya could jus' make a study fer yerself there an' just stay in it when ya got tired?"