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SilverLutz rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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 Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 6:15 am
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SilverLutz rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 6:16 am
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demon_pachabel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 7:53 am
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demon_pachabel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 7:54 am
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demon_pachabel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 8:27 am
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demon_pachabel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 8:29 am
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ShinosBee rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 10:53 am
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ShinosBee rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 10:55 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 2:09 pm
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Well assured that J'lar would, in fact, make it, Tristram moved on to his next patient. There was a woman rocking back and forth, and... it was quite evident to him that her dragon was no longer among the living. "... Candidate, please bring me my tools."
She was weeping inconsolably, the sound lost, like some poor wounded, dying thing. And in truth, that was what she was. A woman who had died when her - was it a brown? - dragon was cut down from beneath her. The shell still remaining, staring at him with eyes that held nothing but pain. It was deeply pitiable, and he was not without compassion.
Even if he could have healed this woman of her wounds, he was not so heartless. She grabbed at his wherhide, staring at him with eyes that didn't seem to focus properly.
"Please," she begged, seeming at last to come into some sort of sense. "Please..."
When the candidate at last arrived with his kit, he picked up a cup and filled it with equal parts felis and wine. Enough to at last end her suffering. Painless, quick... like falling asleep. "Drink," he said softly, pressing the cup to her lips.
The dragonless woman snatched the cup from his hands and drank it down greedily. This was one of those cases that was going to haunt him later. The sight of this thread ravaged woman drinking that fateful dose as though it was the only thing on Pern that she cared about - perhaps it was - was seared into his memory.
She was still before too long, and Tristram sighed. "Add Akaila of brown Omaireth to the tally." For she had perished from this Fall as surely as any of the rest. Taking the cup from her still hands, he set it aside... and then stepped around her form to treat his next patient.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 2:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 2:23 pm
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There was a lump in Tristram's throat that didn't seem to want to budge. He cleared his throat. "Thank you," he managed to get out as he knelt down beside another patient. He cleansed his hands carefully, the candidate still following him around like a lost canine. This one wasn't so bad. Just an awful threadscore across a beautiful young man's face. ... If one could call that not bad.
... These were images that played in his mind as he tried to fall asleep at night. A young man moaning in his cot, clearly feverish from pain and calling for his dragon. The dragon was passed out, drugged to insensibility. One instant more and the thread would surely have ended her life, much like... well.
But they were alive. Tristram began to work on that ruined face, doing what he could to restore what thread had destroyed. His success or failure would determine some aspects of the boy's life for all time. That, too, pained him. Yet it was far better to live, whatever shape that life took.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 2:39 pm
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Again, another hand on the shoulder, though this time there was a squeeze. A painful one meant to get attention, meant to make the man turn and look at Veikel. "Tristram. Get some water." Each word had weight placed on it, hard, and while Veikel normally could always offer a smile - no matter how weak - there was none to be found on his bloodless face. The man was sweating, red about the eyes and cheeks; his eyelids fluttered as though he was forcing himself to focus and keep moving. "I've not seen you drink anything and unless you'd like me to give you the patented sleepy transfer I politely request you get some fluids in you."
His arms felt like led. There was but half the candlemark of Threadfall left, or so he hoped, but Veikel didn't know if he would make it. He had to make it, what with dragons falling from the sky like the Thread itself, and his beloved friend turning into a walking shell. "When this is over you can allow your thoughts to mourn, but for now the living need you far more than the ghosts in your memories."
Mr Cheri it's okay you can slap him
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 2:47 pm
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Although up until now Tristram had merely thought that Veikel was just a little tired, when he was turned to face the man eye to eye, it was quite obvious that something was wrong. "Veikel, you're not well," he said, frowning. "You need water. This boy needs healing." Three hours, at least... perhaps four? Maybe he hadn't stopped to drink. But this boy here, this boy needed him. Needed someone... and why not him?
"You'd better sit down before you fall down." Shardit, there was something distinctly wrong. "Get some fluids, shaff you. You cannot afford to be sick right now." And shardit, Tristram could not afford to take a moment. "I'll drink some water, but this is important." He had... work to do. He wasn't finished. This boy was counting on him.
And Veikel was being a hypocrite. "Your mother is going to skin me alive if I don't force some tea down your throat." Something was distinctly wrong. Why was Veikel working, shard his eyes? "You realize that you could infect someone whose immune system is compromised, Veikel. You need rest."
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 3:01 pm
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Veikel scoffed. "My mother doesn't care about what I'm doing or how I'm doing so long as things get done. She has her own issues to worry about, and Tai as well." The hand that had been on Tristram's shoulder was released, and then came the smile Veikel always had on his face. The business smile, the do not worry, everything is okay! smile. "Got your attention though, right? The boy will be fine, you started and someone else can finish up. Go get something to drink, maybe two things to drink, and come back to see how they're doing. Walking away to get a fresh perspective never hurt anyone." The hand patted against the other healer's shoulder before Veikel gave a teasing pinch to the air next to Tristram's face.
"As for drinking, I'm so hydrated were you to p***k my fingers, tea and water would come out. I'm practically seeing yellow, my friend." His throat was as dry as the sands of Igen, but whatever, he was fantastic at faking it until he made it. Or until the other party backed off. "Though I wouldn't say no to a tea party once everything is sad and done. The rainy weather we had, plus the niec temperatures, had yielded a nice crop for me this Turn." A wave of his hand had him moving on. "But again, get some water. I'll go see if someone else needs anything, and we can meet up later. Fall will be done soon."
A turn on his heel had him attempting to move away, though after two steps he paused and shook his head. No, he was fine. Everything was fine, he couldn't not do this. He couldn't bring shame to his family like this, not with so many others watching. Being weak wasn't in his nature, and he'd just keep moving on and moving on.
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