Scales Of War

Dori Gains Perspective

Dori sat huddled in a corner of what had until recently been a dragon’s lair. The rest of the group were busy combing through its horde and enthusiastically recounting their exploits, so the small cleric stifled his sobs into sniffles as tears squeezed out from closed eyelids. He heard the heavy footfalls of the warforged approach and looked up.

“You cry? In my experience crying is not consistent with victory. Perhaps you are injured somewhere I cannot see?" All Dori’s pent up feelings burst forth in response to this expression of concern. Tears now streaming down his cheeks, he managed to whisper, “I killed it! I stood in front of that dragon and murdered it!”

After a moment, Crash said, “It was attacking you. It attacked all of us. We responded in kind and now it is dead. There is no reason to be upset by this.”

“Of course there is! The dragon was just acting off its baser nature, but I should have been able to find a better way than violence to end the conflict.” Crash regarded him silently, and Dori continued, “I don’t know, maybe there wasn’t any other way. But that isn’t the problem, not really. It’s just that I felt this thrill when I felt my prayers tap into the astral forces to their fullest extent, and then to unleash them at that monstrosity… it was just like my father used to be.”

“It was very… effective. Not compared to when I leapt onto the dragon’s back and made it not fly so we could hit it more, perhaps, but effective nonetheless.”

Dori became more animated and said, “But that’s barbaric! I should be better than that!” Again, the warforged addressed him silently. “Oh my,” the gnome exclaimed after the next few seconds seemed to him to stretch on for years, “that was horrible of me! I’m sorry for being so callous.”

“Why did you come?”


Crash repeated, “Why did you join us?” Dori paused and then said, “I’m looking for something. But to spend centuries pouring through tomes, searching for anything more than vague allusions to this unstudied universal power – the thought alone makes me tired. This seemed like a good opportunity to pursue a different course of research.”

“And you think that the source of this power will share your lofty ideals.” Without vocal inflection it was hard to tell if this was a question or a statement, but it didn’t really matter. Dori wouldn’t have had an answer anyways…



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