There Solidkieron was. Just minding her own business. Flogging some random mob for a “kill 10 rats” quest while scanning the horizon for sparklies in the same area. The staff-wielding cleric had decimated the area of both when she spun around to find a disheveled house nearby. A little nameplate behind an innocent mound of dirt/roof refuse/barn debris. It’s crimson color
denoted an enemy, one that the damage-dealing healer needed to complete her mission. Off she trundled to ring another skull, to add another notch to her belt when that innocent mound came in to focus. And snapped her conscious mind to reality.
“You’re in a god-damned war. A war with death, decay and destruction. And it’s not only the deserving horrors of the Death Plane, heroes of the Defiant or oppressors of the Guardian that fall. The innocent bleed like any other. You’re looking at the proof.” Her mind lectured.
Visibly shaken, Solidkieron defended herself against the aggressor behind the “innocent” mound. She scurried around the corner after its defeat. Leaving the un-pilfered body to retch at the base of a tree.
War. War never changes. And you’re at war in Rift.