Roy 'Bobaloo' Heming looks back on his past, from various devices, such as service records, recruitment notices, letters of reccomendation, and news articles.
Roy grunted. The rain was a surprise to him. Walking out, it had been nearly a year since the accident. He had counted the days. This was the day they were to elope south, happily in the sun. He sighed. It was a downcas...
Roy woke up. He rubbed his eyes wearily, fighting the urge to fall back and dream of the past. What day was it? He didn't know. He didn't care. His routine was the same. Wake up, get dressed, suit up, patrol, come back,...
Roy walked in front of the group, his sword drawn. He had regained his strength, the taint of the Plague was gone. He walked straight, proud, and eager. He was ready to fight back once more. He had taken point on the way to Plaguew...
Commander Metz,
I would like to request a transfer for Priestess DeBalle in exchange for Cleric Zacharias Mentise. Not only has Mentise not been a good field medic, he has also not been performing his priestly duties well.
Ms. Deballe, on ...
Roy gripped the linen bedsheets. He was in the infirmary. Pain blazed in his abdomen, yet he dare not look at the injury. He had been told by Zed what had happened. He was as calm as ever when he said that he would probably die.
&...
-This letter is written in chicken scratch, barely legible-
Commander Metz,
Earlier on the scouting mission to Marris Stead, Private Roy Heming was ambushed by a cultist, receiving a puncture wound to the abdomen via dagger. Private Bren...
Roy gasped.
He clutched the sheathed blade to his mail armored chest. He couldn't get much farther without running into those monsters, with hollow eyes and stomachs eager to devour anything in their path. Roy silently prayed that he ...
"Father, what's that?"
The young boy pointed above the mantle. This was a different time. Peaceful. Serene.
Intact.
The man, with short black hair and a bare face, looked to where his son was pointing, and sm...
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