Article 173432 of talk.bizarre:
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From: pechever@girtab.usc.edu (Heckler)
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Subject: Arcanum 26 (The Mender of Faults)
Date: 21 Oct 1993 17:16:31 -0700
Organization: Apostolic Wyverns of Symmetry
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Summary: *shrug*
Keywords: tarot cards your romany grandmother didn't tell you about

   How selfless he is!  Every day he toils, binding, washing, splinting.
Some days he is coverd in blood.  Other days his ears ring so badly with 
cries of pain that his eyes are wild; at these times the wounded shrink
from him, dragging their broken bodies to the dark corners of the bloodhouse.

   All that is broken he makes whole.  Any rend of the body will heal,
sooner or later, under his care.  There are many wounded in the village
these days.  The earth chews us; gaps open for no reason, and sometimes
close before everyone can be rescued.  He insists on tending all the wounds
himself; since his skill is unmatched, and he will not rest until everyone
is treated, the village humors him in this.

   Long ago, the Mender was only a common healer.  One night, frighteningly,
he howled long under the moon, drinking strange juices and tracing signs in
the air.  The sky flashed green, and he fainted; ever since the earth has 
been restless.

   We believe this is why he does what he does; he is in a race to save at
least as many lives as he has destroyed.

heckler
-- 
"...the ceaseless stroking of my ego is something that all creatures, living
and dead, should obviously devote their existences to."
		-- Scowling Jim Cowling, the Merchant of Menace