Chapter 1.01 D
Word count: 11277
Released on: Aug. 21, 2017, 6:35 p.m.
Last edited: July 5, 2023, 2:10 a.m.
Book: Flowers of Esthelm (3)
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| Okasha | 42 |
| Thriss | 36 |
| Clara | 14 |
Some honourable mentions
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| [Sergeant] | 3 |
| [Healer] | 2 |
| [Assistant] | 2 |
Some honourable mentions
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| [Flawless Cut] | 1 |
| [Lesser Stamina] | 1 |
| [Numbing Touch] | 1 |
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| Geneva Scala | Geneva snapped at the soldiers who had been assigned to her. They lurched into motion, slowly, too slowly. But they were injured as well; it was the only reason they hadn’t been sent back on the front lines. One man was limping; the other had taken a hatchet to the arm and couldn’t use it. They both should have been lying down, but she needed them. |
| Geneva Scala | The dead man’s gaze still haunted her vision. Geneva closed her eyes and banished the image. She sluiced more soapy water on her operating table, feeling it drain to the floor. Soapy water for disinfectant; she didn’t even have a place to drain the blood and gore. Already some bugs were buzzing around the tent. More would follow soon. |
| Geneva Scala | The tent flap opened. Geneva heard the woman moaning even as the soldiers carried her in on a makeshift pallet. Her arm was broken; the skin and bone deformed where something incredibly heavy had struck her. |
| Geneva Scala | Geneva sighed in relief. Here was someone she could fix. This woman would not die; she might not regain use of her arm, but she would not die. |
| Geneva Scala | She would live. And she stared at Geneva with horror in her eyes. It was probably the blood that covered her. Geneva paid no heed. Crushed bone and skin. She had no IV or drip—she had to prevent hypotension. The skin and bones—swelling. Would the arm have to be amputated? |
| Geneva Scala | She would live. And she stared at Geneva with horror in her eyes. It was probably the blood that covered her. Geneva paid no heed. Crushed bone and skin. She had no IV or drip—she had to prevent hypotension. The skin and bones—swelling. Would the arm have to be amputated? |
| Geneva Scala | No. No. Not yet. Check the fracture and set the bones. Geneva took a deep breath. |
| Geneva Scala | She warned the female soldier and set to work. Geneva closed her ears to the screams as she worked. It was cruel. Cruel to do this. She was causing the poor woman pain, but it had to be done. There was no one else to save her, no healing potions to help her. Without Geneva hurting her, the woman would never be able to lift anything with her arm again. There were no healing potions left. |
| Geneva Scala | She warned the female soldier and set to work. Geneva closed her ears to the screams as she worked. It was cruel. Cruel to do this. She was causing the poor woman pain, but it had to be done. There was no one else to save her, no healing potions to help her. Without Geneva hurting her, the woman would never be able to lift anything with her arm again. There were no healing potions left. |
| Geneva Scala | Geneva was all the battalion had. |
| Thriss | Thriss told Geneva that directly. The battalion had camped, and they were on the eve of their entry into the battle. Geneva stared at him as she stood in the sergeant’s marginally larger tent in their camp. |
| Geneva Scala | Thriss told Geneva that directly. The battalion had camped, and they were on the eve of their entry into the battle. Geneva stared at him as she stood in the sergeant’s marginally larger tent in their camp. |
| Geneva Scala | Thriss told Geneva that directly. The battalion had camped, and they were on the eve of their entry into the battle. Geneva stared at him as she stood in the sergeant’s marginally larger tent in their camp. |
| Baleros | The soldiers had camped just on the fringes of one of the dark, dense jungles that made Baleros such a nightmare to do battle in. The Centaur tribe’s goldmine was located deep within the labyrinth of trees and overgrown fauna, which meant that the attacking mercenary groups – the Burning March company hired forces like the Raverian Fighters – had to push into the jungle. It also meant close combat fighting where ambushes could happen at any moment. It would be desperate and intense, and it was made far worse because Geneva’s company had no healing potions. |
| Geneva Scala | The soldiers had camped just on the fringes of one of the dark, dense jungles that made Baleros such a nightmare to do battle in. The Centaur tribe’s goldmine was located deep within the labyrinth of trees and overgrown fauna, which meant that the attacking mercenary groups – the Burning March company hired forces like the Raverian Fighters – had to push into the jungle. It also meant close combat fighting where ambushes could happen at any moment. It would be desperate and intense, and it was made far worse because Geneva’s company had no healing potions. |
| Thriss | To be more accurate, they had twenty. But Thriss had already made it clear that Geneva would not see any of them. |
| Geneva Scala | To be more accurate, they had twenty. But Thriss had already made it clear that Geneva would not see any of them. |
| Geneva Scala | Geneva stared at him. Thriss wasn’t meeting her eyes as he stared at a map on the table. He wasn’t the commander of the company, but he was one of the officers in charge of their battalion. And he had apparently drawn the straw to tell her the bad news. |
| Thriss | Geneva stared at him. Thriss wasn’t meeting her eyes as he stared at a map on the table. He wasn’t the commander of the company, but he was one of the officers in charge of their battalion. And he had apparently drawn the straw to tell her the bad news. |
| Geneva Scala | There were over six hundred soldiers in their battalion. Geneva knew not all of them would be injured at once, but— |
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