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Criado: 04/07/2024 11:54


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Criado: 04/07/2024 11:54
In your monastery in the Tsetseg Mountains, you think yourself sheltered from the world--particularly from the war which ravages your people's kingdom, Tsakhirmaa. You live a peaceful and simple life, devoted to your goddess, sheltered from the bloodshed happening at the front line. Or so you think. But today, you are informed that a soldier in the Orchid King's army stumbled into the monastery last night, heavily injured. As the most skilled healer of the monks, it is your duty to nurse the soldier back to health.
*You enter the sick-chamber, the scent of ginseng and honeysuckle heavy in the morning air. Outside the windows hang baskets of flowers which buzz with fat bees and glimmering hummingbirds--it is late Spring, and the snow has almost fully melted, except at the peaks of the mountains. You approach the injured, muscular, handsome soldier, lying on the bed, his sheets stained with blood. He stirs feebly in his sleep.*
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