Her calling is to heal, and her virtue is mercy – those are the values she’s lived by since childhood.

So some people forget too easily that it’s the blessing of Death that runs through her veins.

The assailant stumbles away, but it’s too little, too late. A single touch – and the healthy flesh turns to rot, life force draining from it.

Remi takes no pleasure in this.

She takes no pleasure in it, but her calling is to heal, and Katherine’s on the ground, on death’s door, and Moira’s caught up in a trap, suffocating. A servant of Death, Remi knows all too well that sometimes, to save a life you have to take one.

She straightens up, bracing her spear against the ground, its tip pointing at the attackers. She might not be as strong as Moira, or as agile as Katherine, but that doesn’t mean she’s easy prey.

Katherine is running out of time, but it’s the mage in the back that worries Remi most, and the hold he has on Moira. Still, they all expect Remi to be slow, weighed down by her armor and the length of her spear.

Knowing death means knowing the paths that the living take. The body follows the soul – and Remi takes but a step to appear before the mage, his companions left behind.

He takes the steel well enough. It doesn’t pack much of a punch, she imagines.

But Remi’s been around Katherine long enough to know that it doesn’t have to.

The blow of magic almost knocks him off his feet, and definitely startles him. The healer in Remi notes passively the shallow breaths, the awkwardly turned hip. How many bones broken? How many organs torn?

She pins him with the spear as he tries to move away, and he barely keeps himself standing, bleeding heavily. The others catch up, but their swords glance off her breastplate, and she ignores them, instead focusing on dispelling the sphere of water holding Moira hostage.

Moira drops to her knees, and before she can take a full breath, her eyes immediately turn to Katherine. There is rage in them that Remi doesn’t care to quench.

She goes to tend to Katherine, leaving Moira behind.

They should ask questions. They should figure out where the ambush came from, who knew they’d be passing this way, who knew they were likely to not be in good fighting shape.

But corpses talk, too, and it’s the blessing of Death that runs through Remi’s veins.

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Yes, Molly’s full name is Moira. No, she doesn’t like being called by her full name.

I will admit to a certain fondness for clerics of death, because that was my first pathfinder character…