The Specialist in Corpsman walks the line between healer and executioner. Trained to operate under fire, these rogues patch wounds mid-melee, stabilize allies on the brink, or end suffering with a single thrust. Medicine is a weapon—and they wield it with ruthless grace.

Blood on Linen

Corpsman rogues use field tools, bone needles, tourniquets, and surgical blades. They inject stimulants, remove arrows, or collapse lungs. With speed honed in crisis, they assess the wounded with a glance and act before breath is lost. A cut can revive—or ensure silence.

Deep beneath the ruined hospitals of Old Zin, the Corpsman order trains in candlelit halls slick with mildew and old blood. Corpses are their scrolls. Students learn by dissection and combat drills on half-healed soldiers. Silence is enforced. Precision is holy. The dead outnumber the living—and they teach well.

Doctrine of Breath and Bleed

Where others seek to kill or cure, the Corpsman sees no line. They manipulate the body’s thresholds, tipping foes into collapse or dragging allies back from death. They fight without waste, each motion calibrated for survival or mercy.