Challenge #04427-L043: Army of Kind Hands

We don't say we're of the light, we don't say we're of the darkness. We won't kill, unless we are absolutely FORCED to. Each time we have to, it breaks our hearts to the core. We are an army who goes in to save lives, not take them. And we have one Mantra. What would Wraithvine do? -- Anon Guest

They carried weapons. They wore armour. They marched in time as they made their way from place to place. They had regimented camps when they settled and each member had a rank. Just like the military. Anyone observing them might assume that they were a troop of mercenaries. Some minor lords have even tried to hire them.

That's when the General has to carefully explain that they're the Army of Mercy. Their mission is not to kill, but to go into danger and bring others out of it. They rescue children and the wounded from war zones. They form chains of helpers to excavate people from landslides or collapses. They help people escape disasters, even if that escape is providing prevention, cures, or medicine for their illnesses.

"What do you mean, you don't fight in wars?" demanded a minor lord who was slow of learning. "You're wearing armour!"

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