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Post by redcoat on Sept 11, 2022 19:03:55 GMT -5
The luggage seen to and having met in the foyer, Porter and Neuk set off in search of a healer- preferably one of the Healer's Guild, ideally one from House Jorasco.
They would soon find House Jorasco kept a very limited presence in Flamekeep- often coming in conflict the clerics of the Silver Flame- but with some questions and a little searching, they would find an apothecary with the Healer's Guild seal stamped into the door. Or burned in- hard to say.
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Post by vandalaria on Sept 14, 2022 9:19:12 GMT -5
As they made their inquiries and wandered through Flamekeep, Porter's curiosity was on the rise. They didn't have much familiarity with Flamekeep itself, and of all the topics to study, religion held perhaps the least interest for them. There was little they could think of that would account for the animosity between the church and Jorasco's healers, at least within the vagaries of recollection they had of the Silver Flame's cannon (Religion 9 roll). They would prod gently while asking about to try to get a general sentiment regarding it, or perhaps the cause -- if only to know how touchy the subject was here (Investigation dirty 20). They already had enough attention, after all.
It still surprised them that it was so difficult, but at least they had found a Healer in the end. Porter looked for a moment at the state of it. A far cry from the House presence they'd expected, to be sure. "My apologies, Mistress Neuks, for not realizing the state of affairs...," generally indicating to the city at large. "I do hope we will find the help you are seeking here." Unspoken behind it was the thought that it might be more difficult given the situation. Still, Porter was confident enough as they stepped forward and rapped on the door with three precise knocks.
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Post by resonance on Sept 14, 2022 9:57:59 GMT -5
Neuks was happy to be lead by Porter around the city until they reached their destination. She was absorbing all the sites, cataloguing them away in her mind should she need to find her way back on her own. "Oh, it's okay, Porter. If they can offer any help, or at least point me in the right direction, that'll be a lot more than I've been able to do on my own so far."
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Post by redcoat on Sept 16, 2022 11:37:32 GMT -5
Porter would find that the situation was not overly touchy, but came down to money- clerics didn't charge for healing (theoretically), while House Jorasco was known for being a bit cutthroat.
Three knocks, and a bit of bustling (and cursing) later, the door swung open to reveal a middle aged elven woman. She looked over the pair- dark green eyes seeming to examine them for wounds and seeing none immediately she stepped aside to let them in.
"Welcome? Neither of you look like you're bleeding, or about to fall down from disease. What can I help you with?"
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Post by vandalaria on Sept 19, 2022 6:47:03 GMT -5
The door was unlatching and already Porter was stepping a bit to the side as though to present Neuks to whoever opened the door. A pause at the profanity and the immediate cursory examination, the rough introduction, and Porter though better of launching into their normal formality. She seemed like someone who'd appreciate things stated directly.
"We are well, thank you, but Mistress Neuksoeye," -- Porter raises a hand to the firbolg -- "...has come a great distance to consult with a healer of your House." With that, they step to the side, indicating respectfully for Neuks to enter.
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Post by resonance on Sept 19, 2022 11:03:39 GMT -5
Neuks carefully entered the shop, "thank you for seeing us." Once she made it inside, she held a hand up to Chev, who obediently laid down near the door. "I'm really sorry for bothering you. I'm Neuksoeye Cederkin from the Deerthistle Downs tribe in the Eldeen Reaches. There's a strange sickness affecting the firbolgs and none of our healers have been able to cure it. Several of us have left the Reaches to consult other healers in hopes they might have some advice."
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Post by redcoat on Sept 22, 2022 6:43:43 GMT -5
The healer blinked, looking over the pair before nodding to Neuks. "Oh! Well met then. I'm familiar- well, not with your tribe, but southern, in the Blade Desert. Friendly folks, and friendly is an understatement."
Brushing a blond hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear, she'd lead the way into the shop- leaning against the counter and looking over the pair.
"I'm... a guild approved healer, but you won't find anyone from House Jorasco in Flamekeep- they wouldn't bother. I'm Ashryn- local healer to anyone who has a coin, regardless of faith or or standing in the church." She gave a little mock curtsy at that. "Tell me about the disease? I'm a bit of a jack of all trades, but I'd be happy to help if I can."
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Post by vandalaria on Sept 22, 2022 14:53:48 GMT -5
Porter drifted back very slightly from the conversation, letting Neuks tell her story. The advantage to their role was being so practiced in casually removing one's presence until needed. That was all spoiled briefly, momentarily. Their eyes gave the impression of narrowing at Ashryn's representation of the church -- a disapproving look they seldom used. It seemed accurate and Porter had a particular distaste for what those bargains represented.
In a bid to distract themself for a moment, they glanced about the shop for a moment. Guessed it was probably not popular. It must be difficult to compete when the rival demanded payment in a form still real, but less tangible.
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Post by resonance on Sept 22, 2022 15:23:57 GMT -5
"Oh! I'm glad to hear the tribes in the Blade Desert treated you so well." Neuks brightened upon hearing the hearler had met other firbolgs before. But she got more serious as she started to describe the illness. "Well, it starts like any other illness. Maybe taking a chill, coming down with a mild fever. We use the usual remedies, herbal and otherwise, and they seem to offer some comfort, but it turns bad..." Neuks paused for a moment, shifting her stance and reached to her belt where a bone bobble hung. She fiddled with it as she continued. "...after a few days. The fever becomes uncontrolable and they fall in and out of unconsciousness as thier body starts to... to sink in, like." Her voice got quieter, though still loud enough to hear, and her expression looked distant, "then it's like they just start to waste away, like a corpse, and their gone in a fortnight or less." She took a deep breath, pausing a moment, then started again. "It's been affecting all the tribes in the Reaches, but usually only one or two here or there, often a month or two apart. We've consulted every healer in the Reaches with no luck."
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Post by redcoat on Sept 25, 2022 20:18:39 GMT -5
Ashryn nodded, listening to the description that Neuks gave. "Plagues are... the worst. I'm sorry your people are going through it." Moving to behind the counter, she'd open up a large cabinet- revealing not potions, but instead a rather old book collection.
"If this were before the war, I'd send you to Cyre. There was a healing college there, with a whole library devoted to sicknesses. But, times being what they are, well." She shrugged, running her fingers along the spines of the books and pulling out a dusty tome- dog eared and rough around the edges.
"This is a bound collection of academic journals on wasting sicknesses. It... likely won't have what you need. But It might give you some guidance. At the very least, some of the healers in it could be tracked down for more insight."
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Post by vandalaria on Sept 27, 2022 9:00:31 GMT -5
"And here rise seven arms,
bedecked, bejewelled, as they
grasp gilded for the very sun.
Cast your eyes to the gulf
between them. Sheltered here
under outstretched hand, rests the world."
Porter recited a few lines as they came back to them from a memory of years past, lingering over the words before returning to the present. "A bit ostentatious, perhaps, but not entirely untrue. But, as you say, what's lost is lost." For a moment, Porter's eyes linger on Ashryn, curious. Wondering if she might herself be a Cyran refugee. They turned before it became rude, however, letting their eyes drift over the variety of titles on the shelf. "Certainly another way can be found," encouragement suffusing their voice as they give Neuks a sharp nod. "Please let me know if I can be of any assistance." (In addition to the nod, Porter also gives Neuks +1d6 bardic inspiration)
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Post by resonance on Sept 27, 2022 10:12:07 GMT -5
Neuks smiled a little at Porter's words, then looked back to Ashryn, reaching out to take the book when offered. "I've been afraid that my quest will end with no cure in sight..." Indeed, the thought of all that healing knowledge being lost to the Mournland was anything but hopeful. "But this gives me more leads to try, and that's something. What do I owe you for the book?"
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Post by redcoat on Sept 28, 2022 7:53:42 GMT -5
"A coin- whatever one you have in your pocket will do. I can't not charge you, guild rules, but from one person touched by plague to another, I wouldn't charge anything if I could."
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Post by vandalaria on Sept 29, 2022 15:34:15 GMT -5
Porter leaned to Neuks and, knowing that she didn't have much experience with the customs, confirmed. "Indeed, Mistress Neuks, this is a tenant she must follow."
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Post by resonance on Sept 29, 2022 15:41:34 GMT -5
Neuks nodded, reaching into her coin purse. Customs were very important, and she certainly didn't expect the healer's help for free regardless. "Is a silver enough to satisfy the guild?" She took one out and placed it on the counter. "And I'm sorry... for your loss." Anyone touched by plague surely lost someone they loved.
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