Bone2pick
Minority of One
She couldn't help glance over each shoulder to gage the reactions of the champions beside her. Escott had rugged charisma, and his patron wyrm radiated with what Desna could best describe as raw majesty. The looks on the faces of nearby champions echoed her sentiments. She believed the one-eyed man's words, and she judged him to be a worthy leader, but she was conflicted.
And her concerns didn't just come from her order's teachings. She was uncertain that war, so far removed from their homes and not in defense of them, was best for humanity. Desna felt the ghost of Wraprax breathe down her neck. Apparently her entity didn't approve of her doubts. The dragon always challenged her reservations against violence.
Her racing thoughts were interrupted by a small woman who swooned into the champion next to her. The Cleaver, the scavenger queen who spoke with Desna last night, was the one to catch the feint girl. Emotions were running high. She decided to use that moment to voice her concerns.
"And what if we lose the war?" She felt the air suck out of the crowd. Desna knew she was standing amid a room full of heroes, and heroes rarely liked their resolve questioned. But it wasn't a matter of courage.
"I am not a coward. I am a Mothsong Monk, a servant, and defender of the people of Qatqain. And I am willing to die in order to protect them. But our towns are out of reach of the giants. The monsters are not at our doorsteps. Can we afford to throw our lives away and leave our communities without their greatest allies? Do our families not need us here?"
And her concerns didn't just come from her order's teachings. She was uncertain that war, so far removed from their homes and not in defense of them, was best for humanity. Desna felt the ghost of Wraprax breathe down her neck. Apparently her entity didn't approve of her doubts. The dragon always challenged her reservations against violence.
Her racing thoughts were interrupted by a small woman who swooned into the champion next to her. The Cleaver, the scavenger queen who spoke with Desna last night, was the one to catch the feint girl. Emotions were running high. She decided to use that moment to voice her concerns.
"And what if we lose the war?" She felt the air suck out of the crowd. Desna knew she was standing amid a room full of heroes, and heroes rarely liked their resolve questioned. But it wasn't a matter of courage.
"I am not a coward. I am a Mothsong Monk, a servant, and defender of the people of Qatqain. And I am willing to die in order to protect them. But our towns are out of reach of the giants. The monsters are not at our doorsteps. Can we afford to throw our lives away and leave our communities without their greatest allies? Do our families not need us here?"
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