The world I am from is a very strange world Magic and gods are not as active as many other world. Many cleric’s are not at all powerful as some would imagine and only a few of true faith are able to do what I can. Mostly it’s the act of will that cause’s magic to work. In fact magic is dying to the power of science and reason. The world I came from is a Human centric would, with a significant level Orc and Goblin tribes. But most other races are extremely rare and are dying out, the Dwarf and Elf races are in a deep decline, most of the knowledge of them are in song and story. The most important part of their culture, the language, is about all that survives.
I was a precautious child and by the age of 9 I had ran away from home and joined my first crew on the good ship Skipjack. There I served as a cabin boy for the next three years; Captain Mathis was a good commander and taught me quite well.
My second posting was on the Barnacle a strong Cog out of Mists port. I was 13 at the time, or around that age. This was when I first started to have visions. These visions haunted me form this point in my life on. I knew by looking at him that our boson was sick with water lung, I just knew it. It’s as if his body radiated illness. My third posting was at the age of 18 I joined the fleet of the king.
I served on a galley called The Flying Star, under Captain Barstoe, he gave me a commission as a deck officer. It was then that I got my first taste of battle. We engaged a group of Corthish privateers. Our boson had taken a knife to his gut during a boarding action. I rushed to his side and attended to him. When I did this my will to save his life coursed though me, I could see that his liver had been harmed and that he was close to death. My will came out in a blue light that healed him. After this battle Captain Barstoe commissioned me as his ships surgeon and sent me to the Royal College of healing sciences. There I learned how to control my “gifts” I served with Captain Barstoe again after spending 3 years in study.
Over 5 years I served my Captain until we engaged with the Orc pirate Broken claw for 6 weeks we chased him and did battle with his ship the Black Water. During the battle our boarding party was driven back and forced to disengage. This allowed the Orc’s to launch their own boarding action. We battled for the next several hours our ship aflame. The order was called to abandon ship. Our crew refused to abandon our captain and continued to fight on. The last thing I remember is a blinding flash and then overwhelming numbness before the world went black.
