Bitter Rain - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
29/7/477
Log
The village was as quiet as ever, a few of the tents that had once held the sick taken down, and packed away... Presumably all the remaining individuals left inside of the healer's building. The light rain filling the streets with mud, and providing a drull atmosphere as inside of the healer's building the Rat is seen working diligently, a box filled with tubes filled with dark black liquid on his desk. His front door is open, providing no impedence for the freeswords, as the majority of the remaining sick appear to be closing in on the doors of their lives themselves, stressing the urgency of the situation. The majority of the sick even appear to be children, making up fifteen of the nineteen remaining patients.
Cassidy makes her way through the rain, a black parasol held over her head and hat to ward off the rain. She didn't mind the weather too much, thought the mud was always annoying, so she floated lightly over the ground as she had the day before. As soon as she slips in the door, though, she touches down again and bows. "I have come to help the last, as promised."
Approaching the village once more, Thel has again abandoned his coat, scarf still over his face. Didn't learn his lesson then. A shovel is held in one hand, laying over his shoulder. Armed more heavily than last time, no musket, but an axe and sword have been added to his arsenal. Dredging through the mud, whistling the same dreary tune as he had previously. Stepping in through the doors, looking at the rat with the same mistrust he garnered recently, then glancing at the a forementioned door. Thel shrugs, waits to be told what to do.
Boxes in each hand, Dio quickly jogs towards the village, eager to escape the rain and the cursed fate of having a water dense mane! But considering the water dripping off his clothes and fur, it was too little too late. Eventually, the lion proceeds into the open building and gives his dripping head a little shake before settling the boxes upon the floor carefully. "Some dullin' potions an' other medical supplies if ya need 'em. I'm also usin' a medical based soul 'gain if ya need any 'elp with anythin'." Curiously, he looks towards the black vials and the remaining patients.
Natska makes her way through the warm, muggy rain, silently following Cassidy to the plauge-stricken village. In deferance to her expected work of the night she has added a white cloth mask of her own, covering her muzzle, but enough of her face is visible to tell she has a solemn expression. Inside the doctor's house she steps off to the side of the door, out of the way, and bows.
Fenris sits in the healer's house, resting his head for a moment on a table where he has settled for a brief rest after having spent the evening and most of the day scrambling to see to the needs of the few survivors. It had been painful to take down those tents, occupied only by the dead. The tiger only prayed that this cure would work. Seeing the others arrive he rises and adjusts his coat. His golem seems to be gone. Probably off on some errand. The tiger gives a sniff as he looks at the inky jar on the healer's desk.
Angus watches the rain drip off the brim of his hat, not minding the weather as he made his way steady towards the village. The rain itself actually calmed him for the most part, letting him focus on the task at hand as he steps into the village. He knew not what Traxico needed of them, but today he was prepared for anything as the butt of his staff thumps against the floor of the house as he walks in and turns to give the rat a nod.
The Rat looks up slowly from his spot to view the group that enters, Fenris' remaining presence having aided him some in the tasks, though if the Tiger saw Traxico sleep at all during that time... The Rat's dilligence and determination wearing greatly on him, as those tired eyes appear just a bit more dulled from behind the mask as he takes a slow breath before speaking. "Thank you. I wish I could have not asked for such help, but those that did not go to the swamp the other day took their opportunity to finally leave. I am afraid all that's left of the village, is myself and these remaining." Traxico pushing himself to his feet slowly with a slight groan as he leans on his cane and moves to the bottles of black liquid. "I've made as much as I could, and need able hands to help feed them to the sick... Hopefully, it shall clear the illness in a few hours I pray... Any else who are willing, I have a grim task I wished to not ask, but I've not the strength to aid in burying the bodies but... Respectful burials would be appreciated." The Rat's gaze falling to the floor as he speaks.
Cassidy gives a quiet nod to her friends and sets her umbrella aside by the door and reaches up to remove her hat. "I'm willing to help you administer the cure, yes. Though if you would rather have my hands elsewhere, I can do my best to dig, as well. I am not so great at that kind of thing, however."
Thelergramor nods. "I'll bury the bodies. I brought a shovel for that, anyway." He gain glances at the door to the other room, curiosity. "But, yes, where are the bodies?" He scratches his bare chest, then puts his hand in a pocket.
Dio walks towards the series of vials and casts a curious gaze upon them. He mulls over the liquid within his mind for a few moments and smiles warmly. "I think I see the logic yer gettin' at with this medicine, lad," he claims before pulling back and looking towards the rat. "Usin' negatives to cancel out the disease o' somethin' o' the sort. That's some good thinkin'. I wish ya the best o' luck." After hearing the old man's task, Dio begins heading for the door, but stops at the doorframe to look over his shoulder for a moment. "Very well. We'll get right to it. A bit o' elbow grease an' earth magic an' we'll be givin' those beings the burial they deserve," he says firmly before walking out and preparing to assist in the grave digging.
"It will be done," Natska replies, her tone strictly business, and nods her head again. She turns then, and follows Dio back out into the rain, ears folding as she follows the lion's lead on the burial detail.
"I have done all I can do here, sir," Fenris says to Traxico, "Your alchemy is flawless and the theory is good. I will leave the living in your hands and help with the dead." He thinks sadly on the rows of dead laid out, waiting to be returned to the dust of Promise. A bitter flashback to old losses. The tiger fetches his broad-brimmed hat and looks out at the rain. "Unless you think I would be any more use here?" he asks wearily, noting the full grave detail and secretly a bit relieved at the idea of avoiding the dead today.
Angus gives the rat a solem nod as he looks to those going out for grave detail. "It would be better to burn the bodies, make sure no one ever has to deal with this disease once more." He states quietly. His ears then flick as he turns to the bottles once more. "How do you wish us to distrubt them?"
