Dances With Dragons
Jul. 13th, 2011 12:01 amJune 30
My wound is healing well. The stench from my leg has receded, and the numbness has been replaced by an incurable itching, suggesting that circulation has been restored and the healing proceeds apace. May the Husband and Wife bless General Omorkay and his pet witch-doctor.
My would-be suicidal stunt, racing a horse in front of lizard-man bowmen, seems to have had the opposite effect from what was intended. Their incredibly unlucky marksmanship made the previously feared scalies the laughingstock of the war and rallied the troops' will to fight. Instead of finding death, I have found life, and praise and recognition to boot.
General Omorkay offered me any reward I wished. I chose to take my horse, and my rifle, and a posting in a remote outpost in the West. They say that magic is fading from the lands, replaced by the wonders of technology, and only in the West does any vestige remain. I must see it for myself before it is all gone.
I sit the saddle well enough despite my leg's everpresent itching, and I have food and equipment to last me until the wild frontier. I am quit of this neverending war, and a life of adventure lies before me. I plan to enjoy the days that remain to me as if each one were my last.
I wonder if I shall see a dragon.
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My wound is healing well. The stench from my leg has receded, and the numbness has been replaced by an incurable itching, suggesting that circulation has been restored and the healing proceeds apace. May the Husband and Wife bless General Omorkay and his pet witch-doctor.
My would-be suicidal stunt, racing a horse in front of lizard-man bowmen, seems to have had the opposite effect from what was intended. Their incredibly unlucky marksmanship made the previously feared scalies the laughingstock of the war and rallied the troops' will to fight. Instead of finding death, I have found life, and praise and recognition to boot.
General Omorkay offered me any reward I wished. I chose to take my horse, and my rifle, and a posting in a remote outpost in the West. They say that magic is fading from the lands, replaced by the wonders of technology, and only in the West does any vestige remain. I must see it for myself before it is all gone.
I sit the saddle well enough despite my leg's everpresent itching, and I have food and equipment to last me until the wild frontier. I am quit of this neverending war, and a life of adventure lies before me. I plan to enjoy the days that remain to me as if each one were my last.
I wonder if I shall see a dragon.
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