Buy Me a CoffeeLord Brickhead was, INDEED, the job that needed to be done sooner than expected. Their decisions lead to a disaster. A disaster the Army of Mercy were more than capable of helping alleviate. Brickhead, pantaloons a'mess at seeing what they caused, turned over a new leaf. The place they ruled now offered freely as a home base for a segment of the Army. No lives were lost, the lord of the land learned a harsh, but fair, lesson, and the future was starting to look better for the people.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04427-l043-army-of-kind-hands -- Anon Guest
The Army of Mercy had returned to Lord Brickhead's realm. Specifically, on the border between his realm and his unfriendly neighbour, Mralynchas. The dispute over who owned which side of the river that formed the border had blown up. And so had most of Lord Brickhead's army.
Pax organised the army's tents on both sides of the border, because they were an army that did not end lives. They were the army that saved lives. The wounded of each side were treated only on their side of the river, as negotiated by Pax. With the lord of Mralynchas, because Lord Brickhead had yet to be found.
Because some survivors were unrecognisable under the grime of the battlefield, there was a temporary treatment station literally above the river. There to wash and identify the wounded.
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