Caesia Sternmender - Merciless Medic

Among the ranks of medics we have a saying; soft healers make stinking wounds. You are on my bunk for only one reason, and that is for me to patch you back up to a functioning member of your warband, your legion and your guild. If not as a soldier, then at least enough for you to make yourself useful as a farmer or merchant somewhere.

I will not tolerate you whimpering or distracting me in some way. If you need to scream, grab a rag to bite on.
And you will scream.

As long as you're on my table I can promise you this. I will not coddle you, I will not hold your hand or placate you with empty reassurances like some weakling human healer. I will not appease you, and let your wounds fester to reprieve your fragile ego or spare you the immediate pain. Because in the long run, you will regret that I did. I will not hesitate to make a tough call. But I will make damn sure that I will save whatever's left of you.

Now steel yourself, soldier.



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My charr has been reborn more times than I can count. And I won't hesitate to say that I find Charr female medium hands down the most difficult armor combination in game. For a while now I've been playing with making a medic whom you'd sooner think an executioner. Now that I've finally got my hands on the warbeast jerkin, this is the result.