The Dilemma of the Bleeding Deader
By Lord Ravenwulf D'Heldgrin

While my subject relates to bringing back the dead in the field, more commonly known as "field rezzing", I won't delve into that fine art as there are many talented clerics that are more experienced in it than I. The topic I would like to address is bringing back the dead while they are still bleeding and a healer is not available. It is quite upsetting to resurrect someone only to have them drop at your feet a moment later due to blood loss, but under the right conditions it can be done.

First and foremost, be sure the client knows the risks and is willing to take them. The risks involved are, of course, the client dying - once again - at your feet, and losing an additional deed. Next, tend as best as you can. If a wound is untendable you'll have to fall back on plan B. The first plan I am offering will only work if you can tend the wound well enough so that it's either not bleeding or the blood is merely seeping through the bandage. You'll need someone standing by, ready to cast unstun or having and able to use an oaken wand. This way the amount of time your client is bleeding while stunned is reduced. Have the necessary herbs ready for your client to eat them, but be sure the client eats the acantha leaf, yabathilium fruit, Iceberry tart, etc., to build back the blood supply before they eat any pothinir grass/Musk Ox tart or aloeas stem/Ram's Bladder. Sure there are other injuries that can cause problems but the above are the most likely going to be what you can't totally tend. Building back the blood supply first is necessary due to the fact that if the wound is so severe that it's difficult to tend, chances are it's what I call a "two biter". That means that once they take a bite of the pothinir grass, as an example, they will have opened your bandage and will be fully bleeding while they are busy chewing that first bite. So there they are stuck chewing, bleeding, and needing another bite. Therefore they will need the blood resources to do that safely.

And what if the wound is untendable, what is plan B? If you are a noble or know of one that can pick up some healing ales from Teras Isle, then it's helpful to pick up a supply of at least the Dark Swampwater ale and the Aged Schooner ale. By giving your client a couple of sips of the needed ale, you have solved your problem and no longer have a client that is bleeding.

It seems that where foolish adventurers go, and clerics follow, are often places where the sane healers don't linger. With these tips you can get your charge to the safe hands of a healer in due course.

Ode to the Empath
by Nedling Highwind

A Bard such as I, sings to make my way
A cleric rezzes and fights undead all day
A rogue may pick locks (and pockets) all day
And a Warrior hunts for monsters to slay

Rangers forage and blaze a new trail
Sorcerers use magic to make monsters quail
Wizards can make beasties turn tail
Empaths, Oh Empaths, they hear your wail

Now in this strange land I've not travelled far
Since at fighting I am certainly no star
So before my wounds do my visage mar
I beseech the Empaths to prevent any scar

The path that an Empath takes to train
Is thankless and arduous and truly a pain
Just learning to transfer taxes the brain
Both Mana and Spirit reflect the strain

At the Town Square or near the North Gate
Is where the tending Empaths congregate
The demand for their skill is so very great
that most of the time, you'll just have to wait

"If I'm not healed immediately, it will be a sin
My bleeder, my fracture, my minors," is the din
Assessing the deep wounds, the bones through the skin
It's Lord Wxuuan with his perpetual grin

And Lady Phillipa with skilled hands so deft
That though my wounds have made me bereft
She transfers them all, till no more are left
And I'm back in one piece, with all of my heft

Lady Phillipa has come a long way
When from the Inn she stepped out on that day
First transferring blood as best as she may
Not far from the Town's Square could she stray

Gradually Empaths learn each hazardous skill
Working too hard or too fast will kill
But to heal the wounded they persevere still
The resultant scars are a badge of their will

Why would light-hearted Wxuuan choose
To take, instead of giving a bruise
Patiently he listens while we sing the blues
Of all the pains we want to lose

The demands and work cause so much stress
And we reward them so poorly with our largesse
That it is hard for me to hazard a guess
As to why the Empaths would clean up our mess

But I proclaim they have hearts so grand
And compassion of such a unique brand
That Empaths are True Heroes of the Land
And I humbly salute their Healing Hand