Poisoned Town - RPLOG
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Date
26/7/477
Log
The weather today is thankfully free from rain for the moment, only scattered clouds dotting the area to help paint a slightly dreary picture. The Village that had sent out the call for aid, was no more than ten houses huddled together, with various shacks and smaller buildings for an inn, store, and what must be the healer's residence judging from the number of tents around it filled with sick.
The weather today is thankfully free from rain for the moment, only scattered clouds dotting the area to help paint a slightly dreary picture. The Village that had sent out the call for aid, was no more than ten houses huddled together, with various shacks and smaller buildings for an inn, store, and what must be the healer's residence judging from the number of tents around it filled with sick.
Infront of the healer's building, sits a older looking rat behind a small table, dressed in plague gear as he listens to a line of local townfolk one by one. "Yes yes, Timothy will be in tent one-alpha. Do not worry, I'll moniter him closely... Next?" Honestly, if that's the healer, it does seem like he's got his hands rather full!
Cassidy was terrible at medicine and anything more than wrapping something in a fabric and calling it bandaged. But, curious as she was, she was of course there. Dropping from the sky, hat, mask and all, she touches down a safe distance from the tents. Black cane tucked under her arm, she pauses to look around to sort out the situation in her mind.
Thelergramor approaches the tents slowly, whistling a dreary tune. Hat pulled low, scarf over face in a vain attempt to avoid disease. Walking slightly slouched over, hands in pockets. Doesn't appear to be in the best mood. Armed as heavily as always. Thel knows next to nothing about disease and healing, but came to gawk at the afflicted. And maybe help them.
Angus hums to himself as he heads the call for aid, the request for assistance against an unnatural illness something that intrested him as he twirls his callers staff a bit as he follows after Thelergramor, he knew not what had caused this illness, but he was more then willing to try and help as he walked into the village.
Dio approaches the village in all due haste, causing the equipment upon his body to jingle and clank about with each step. Within one hand, a small box of what one could assume are typical medical supplies while his other limb carries one slightly larger. The lion silently observers the unfortunate village, taking various mental notes before heading towards the healer and the rest of the growing group. "Afternoon," the lion greets, words slightly muffled by the cloth wrapped around his muzzle. "Freeswords are 'ere to 'elp ya out. Not to toot my own horn o' nothin', but I'm pretty good with an 'erb o' two if ya know what I'm sayin'."
Natska accompanies the other Freeswords to the stricken village, the jaguar following them with a brisk step. The village, as similar as it is to her own old home, causes her muzzle to wrinkle. The heavily geared healer also elicits a frown, and she moves in just a little closer to Angus.
The Rat's gaze rises at the commotion, a few of the villagers giving the group a wide berth. "Ah. You are not too late then, thank goodness. I apologize, my name is Traxico, I am the healer for this village. If all of you have a hand at healing, I will accept you all gladly... But if you do not, I have other tasks that are essentual to help." The Rat's voice is hollow from behind the metal mask, only two tired green eyes left to look out over the group as his bony hand beckons them forward... It seems the healer himself was suffering from the exhaustion of the workload, along with his own aparant age.
If they approach, it's easy to see -why- he was exhausted, as there were at least ten patients in tents right now, and judging from the size of the building behind him, perhaps another fifteen. Given the practice of rural families having large amounts of children, one can only assume at least half the patients are related in some way shape or form.
Cassidy tilts her head and draws closer, tipping her hat to both Angus and Natska as she goes. "Hello, cousin. Natska. Good to see you, if in grim circumstances, it would seem." Approaching the rat, the fennec says, "I'm no healer, but I will certainly do what I can to help with those other tasks, yes."
Thelergramor ceases his dreary tune, looking over the rat known as Traxico. Noting the good number of patients around, he grows slightly concerned. He nods to the others, Angus, Cassidy and Natska get a wave. Dio is unknown to the wolf, just gets the nod. The waving hand returns to his pocket as quickly as it left. "Right, medicine and healing, probably can't help with that. Can do other stuff to help, as you said. First though: Anyone die from this yet? Before that though, got another plague mask? I'd prefer to not get sick." His tone is bored or sad or something. Unhappy, he is.
Angus gives a tip of his hat in greeting to the others, his whistling trailing off into silence as he looks over the rat. "There are a few things I can do as a caller that might be able to help, my skills in medicine is mediocre at best sadly, but I will do what I can."
"It must be quite tough, lad," Dio responds to the rat with a small dip of his head. "Bein' the only healer 'round 'ere it seems an' all. If there's anythin' I can do, I brought some dullin' potions an' such to 'elp out a little. It won't cure anythin', but it should 'elp dull the pain a little at the least." Settling the larger box upon the floor, the lion opens the lid, revealing an assortment of common dulling potions ready for consumption. "Before gettin' to 'elpin' out with the villagers, we wouldn't mind tacklin' a task ya got. That's what the Freeswords are 'ere fer after all."
Natska raises two gloved fingers to the brim of her hat, saluting Cassidy with a faint smile. "Nice of you to drop in," she replies. Her attention moves back to the rat and she nods, ear flicking as she listens to the others. "Tell me how I can help. I am yours to direct." Her tail flicks and waves and she shoots Thel a curious glance, but decides now is not a time for questions, either.
Traxico raises an eyebrow at Thel, his head shaking as he reaches below the desk to pull a small cloth mask that he holds out. "One doctor, one plague mask. I put the warning in the job notice, I am sorry but this is all I can give." The Rat's tail flicking before he nods to Dio, then Angus with an interested perk to his ears. "A caller? Good, you can help the young ones who were only recently infected... As for the dulling potions, I'd like you to administer them to the critical ones inside. I do not know how much longer they have left, but I wish them to not pass in agony." Traxico slowly pushing himself to his feet, as he draws out a cane to lean on and walks closer to the group. "As for the other help... I have two areas I need assistance in. Firstly being, I have not heard from the Walker family today. They have the large house in the north east portion of the village, last I had heard yesterday was they were unaffected. If one could check upon them, I would appreciate it... The other more pressing task, is gathering resources. I've been working to try and find a cure, but I need more Horned Belcher spines from the swamp, and if you manage any, some black gop residue too."
Cassidy looks down at herself, then at the others. "I would be happy to go check on them. I was a scout and a runner in the army, so I am practiced at being swift." Flying also helps. "Is there anything I should be aware of before I depart? If not, I shall leave immediately."
Thelergramor shrugs. "Alright, no mask. I'll be fine though. Probably." Avoiding comments on 'passing in agony', Thel looks to the group,hearing Cassidy volunteer to check the house leaves him to volunteer for the spines. "Right, belcher spines. I'll get on that, then. See if I can't get the gop residue too." He scratches at this muzzle, turns to head off to find resources, glances back in case anyone wants to accompany him.
Angus gives Traxico a nod as he rests his staff in the crook of his arm. "Before I do that, could you point me to the your well please?" He asks, as his ears flick softly. "Then after that I will see what I can do for the young ones, before I take a look at the others." He answers as he wants to see if a hunch of his was correct.
Dio nods towards the rat with a distinct frown, but such is awfully hard to notice considering the cloth covering his face. "Very well," he agrees as he bends down and picks up the large box with a small grunt accompanied by the rattle of glass bottles within. "Awfully heart breakin'. I'll see 'bout catchin' up after doin' what I can 'ere. Maybe a few can live a bit longer so they can get this cure yer talkin' 'bout." After a nod towards the group, the lion heads towards the tents and begins administering dulling potions for critical individuals.
Natska frowns a little, but nods her head. "Alright. I won't turn up my nose at a dirty job." She looks over at Thelergramor again,and pats the wolf on the shoulder. "Gops are easy, nothing to worry about," she offers. "Cass? Angus? I am sure we will be fine, but if we get into trouble I'll call down a lightning bolt as a signal. Good luck, everyone." With that, she turns and begins making her way towards the swamp.
A quick motion from Traxico points angus to the direction of the well, and thankfully it isn't too far... Even better, given all the rain lately, it's full of water! So any work with it should be rather simple for the fox. Meanwhile, Traxico nods to Cassidy, and motions her with him as he begins to point out the house vagily. "Right there, Stone rabbit-folk on the porch. Hardy family, six children, four boys, and two girls. Mother and father both work delivering to and from the folks deeper in the swamps. If they have a red X on the door, I advise just peeking in a window and leaving."
As Dio begins to to administer the dulling potions to the critical individuals, it's aparant right from the start not only was this a terrible illness, but -painful- as well. Large sores cover their bodies, with most having lost more than half their fur. Blistors tend to form around anywhere they can scratch, and if disturbed give off a horrific stench all the same. More curious though, it seems the disease damages the eyes as well, small cateracts turning once bright pupils dull, with a milky white covering.
Natska and Thele don't have to travel long into the swamp thankfully, Horned Belchers are rather common, and soon they spy a group of four grazzing and minding their own business. The spines along their back relaxed, though ready to fire off like mini-arrows at a moments notice. No sign of a Black Gop yet though.
Cassidy gives a curt nod and steps back, preparing to take to the air. "What does the red X mean? That they are fine, or..?" She frowns a little behind the smiling mask. "If they're injured in there, I certainly don't want to leave them!"
Thelergramor crouches low, pulling his shortbow from his back and nocking an arrow. The arrow was coated with venom prior to coming here. Need to be prepared, never know when something needs to die. Glancing to Natska, gesturing for her to 'get down' as it were, he tries to avoid notice while lining up his shot.
Angus gives Traxico a nod as he walks over to the Well and leans over it to inspect the water, he frowns as he finds nothing. "Well, guess I was wrong about that." He mutters as he dips his staff into the water, taking a deep breath as he allows his staff to purify the water just in case. "Well, your water should be clean now." He states before he walks back over to Traxico and the coats. Turning he walks over to those on the coats, touching them with his staff each in turn as he sighs. "This should help them a little to resist the disease." He states, giving them a little help while still holding back in case he could help those more affected by the disease.
One by one, Dio gives numerous patients a fine dose of dulling potions, helping to at least ease the pain for the unlucky. "Stay strong fer me now," the lion says on occasion, practicing his bedside manner. "The healer says he's workin' on a cure o' sorts. Just needs some ingredients an' the Freeswords will be back with 'em soon." Along with the dulling potions, Dio calls upon a particular aspect of his soul; thermal therapy that warms the body and muscles, giving aid to the immune system and causing one to relax along with easing the pain.
Natska takes to stalking the swamps like a born predator. Which she is, really. She picks her way through patches of dryer ground, movements quiet, form low as she hunts; when they find the Belchers and Thel signals that he is going to take a shot, she nods, silently draws her sword, and begins circling the small group of amphibians so that she can flank them and pounce in at the same time.
"A red X, is a sign they have fallen too far to the disease. Many diseases carry a standard time till the infected expires but... It appears this one varies too rapidly family to family, even brother to brother. One day one will be laughing and fine, and the next... Hrm... It worries me. But since I've had the villagers wearing the masks at any time near the village, infection has dropped drastically." The Rat adjusts his own mask for a moment, before coughing gently as he waves Cassidy to the skies. "Go on then, just inform me if you see a X or not... If they are healthy, speak to them for me."
The patients are rather unresponsive for the most part, focused on breathing or merely trying to rest as Dio and Angus work with them. Though as Dio makes it to one of the more elderly patients, a heavy clan cow that was sadly a smidge too big for her cot, and so was on a bed of hay and pillows. "T-Thank you dear, you lot are a blessin'..." The dulling potions, and Angus' own work seems to be aiding most of them, as they are put to better ease, even more so as Dio's thermal therapy kicks in.
Luckily for Thel and Natska, the Horned Belchers seem completely ignorant of their presence, still happily munching and chewing. Though one -does- flash his spines for a moment, showing off how nice and razor sharp they were.
Cassidy hums softly and nods, launching herself into the air and off to search down that house. "I will be back shortly." Without another word, she's gone!
Thelergramor focuses in on the nearest Belcher, lining his shot up for placement to center mass. Even if it misses the heart, the poison still has a chance of dropping it later; if it even hits, that is. Seeing Natska get into position, the wolf lets fly his arrow.
Angus finishes off his rounds, doing his best to aid them as he walks past Dio. "Traxico, when did this this outbreak start if I may ask? Who was the first infected?" He asks, curiosity getting the better of him as he walks back over to them.
"Ain't a problem lass," Dio responds, a gentle smile growing underneath his cloth mask. "It's the duty o' Freeswords to 'elp anyone they can. I only wish I could 'elp ya more. I'll get some hot pieces o' cloth set-up fer ya an' then see 'ow the rest o' the group is doin'." Making his way towards the well, Dio searches for a bucket and some cloth in preperation of making a nice and warm hot towel to place upon the afflicted's heads.
Natska holds at the ready until Thel's arrow flies, then lunges forward, the jaguar's pounce carrying her a surprisingly long distance in an instant thanks to the assistance of a sudden gust of winds. She lands lightly, skewers a second belcher, then spins to follow up with cobra-quick strikes at the others as her wind swirls around her.
"Two days ago. Began slow, two children at first... One has passed already, the other inside the building. I've taken to studying where they played, and worked but, it was not helpful I'm afraid." The Rat nodding gently as he moves through the patients with Dio and Angus, gently looking them all over. "Much better... Thank you. Once they return, I can prepare a way to slow it down drastically, to give us more of a fighting chance. I wish I could say this would be over today."
Cassidy's flight doesn't need to be far, as she'd soon spot the house described to her, and thankfully lacking an X on the front door! Infact, two young boys were on the porch, playing with their masks on as they sword fight with sticks.
Thel's arrow finds a perfect mark, and the creature falls down dead. Natska's moves are rather impressive as well, and she manages to skewer two more, leaving the third to fire his spines off at the air before dashing into the swamp!
Cassidy touches down a few paces away from the porch and dips into a little bow. "Hello there, little ones. Good form," she says kindly. "Is everything well over here? May I speak to your parents, by chance?"
Thelergramor blinks at Natskas impressive diplay of swordsmanship. Seeing the final living Belcher dash off, and being in a particularly bad mood, Thel tries to chase after it, a bit of bloodlust taking over for the moment. Nocking another arrow, the wolf moves to try to keep sight on the creature. No reason to let more usable spines get away.
Angus gives Traxico a nod as he thinks on it, ears flicking just a bit. "How....odd." He states as he narrows his eyes. "Is there anything else you would like me to do then?" He asks curiously as he looks around.
"This all could just be another round o' bad," Dio replies as he organizes his bucket of water and assorted pieces of cloth. "Wrong place at the wrong time. But maybe it might 'ave somethin' to do with those corrupted callers o' whatever ya wanna call 'em. Though, I 'aven't been really keepin' up with the spirit afairs an' such to be honest." Using a bit of fire magic, the lion heats up his bucket of water and dips the cloth within before placing them upon patients' heads.
Natska produces a plain cloth from the inside of her jakcet with a small flourish, wiping her blade clean as she watches Thel chase after the last animal. She slides her rapier away, then draws her dagger and carefully begins collecting the spines. "Thel?" she calls after the wolf. "Don't go too far, I don't want to explain losing you in the swamp~" she calls. Her ear flicks. "Something the matter?"
"No, I've not much I can task besides comforting them... If you wish, you may join the others in the swamp, or the one at the home I suppose." The Rat nodding before he moves next to Dio, and seems to watch over his shoulder. "... You're trained well. You remind me of my son in a way I suppose, tell me my friend, do you aid the sick often?"
Thel's charge is almost too reckless, as he almost collides with a Black Glob no more than ten feet from where they had just been. Half of the horned Belcher was already inside of the blob it seems, and from the looks of it, it didn't have much longer before even it's bones are digested! But what's more concerning aside from his close proximity, is that it seems he caught it's attention...
"Yes Ma'am... MAMA! PA! CITY FOLKS HERE!" The first boy stands and calls out, with not much longer before a male and female rabbit both with adaptable folk badges exit the home. Both of them have thick masks covering their mouth and noses, and give a deep bow. "Hello, we assume the good doctor sent you ma'am?"
Cassidy tips her hat towards the two older rabbits and nods. "Why yes indeed," she says, leaning over against her cane and crossing her legs at the ankles. "I'm here to check up and make sure you are all doing okay, and not in need of any assistance? If you do need anything, though, I'll do what I can to help. If not, I shall simply deliver the message that all is well!"
"Shit..." leaves the wolfs mouth as he narrowly avoids the glob. No attention payed to Natska for the moment. Figuring an arrow might not do much good, Thel fires it anyway. Not waiting to see if it hits, he dives back, rolls, drops his bow and pulls his musket. Kneeling, he sights in on the glob, cocks the musket and pulls the trigger. A small 'ping'. No more. "Fucking misfire... Now? really?"
Angus nods. "I think I'll do just that." He states as he walks off in the direction that Cassidy had gone off in to check on the house, hmming to himself as he rests his staff on his shoulder as he goes to see what he can do to possibly help.
"Me?" Dio looks around rapidly, even pointing to himself to make sure he's the intended target of the rat's praise. "Oh! O' course." Settling the last slice of warm cloth upon a patient's head, the lion turns around and scratches the top of his skull. "Ain't been fer too long, really. Maybe just a few months o' so." Suddenly, he digs into his undershirt and carefully pulls out his precious soul pendent hanging around his neck, revealing the gem within. "Bein' a gifted an' all, I can learn just 'bout anythin' in only weeks. Bein' a bit older an' all, I thought it might be a shame if I didn't try an' learn anythin' I can while I'm travelin' 'bout. Anyways, seems like I've done what I can. I ain't equipped fer combat at the moment, so I'll go on an' visit that 'ouse now." After a small dip of his head, the lion heads towards the house along with Angus.
Natska looks up sharply as Thel curses, and blinks. "Oh good, you found the gop!!" She stares a moment, then uses her dagger to quickly begin engraving mathemagic equations into the ground in front of her, prefering to not get too close to this particular critter.
Kalt The Rat nods, and resumes his duties, letting Dio be, as both himself and and Angus would find themselves at the house in question without much trouble. The family blinking as more approach. "Oh? OH! Oh no no no! We're fine here, we've kept away from the neighbors, and masks on unless we're eating, like the doctor said. But uhm... If you want, we have some more bread and butter for the sick, and my dear here made sure to cook him a boxed meal. We know he's been busy this past week between the death of his son, and the outbreak, and we don't want him to die from exhaustion." The Father turning to pick up a box, as he lets out a sharp whistle and the kids go dashing to gather the food for the sick. His wife wrings her hands for a moment before clearing her throat. "Please do watch him for us alright? He's rather old and... Well, he's been good to the village for years."
Thel's arrow ellicts an annoyed gurgle from the Glob, as he gets to watch it dissolve in it's body, before it moves with surprising swiftness in leaping forward at him! Thankfully for him, it's slow enough for him to get out of the way, but it's splatter speckles his coat, and possibly some of his open skin, burning at it with the acid for a moment though not enough to harm him badly.
Cassidy peers intently at the family for a moment. Her expression is impossible to read with the mask, but she's not so trusting. "I understand," she says genuinely. "I'll make sure he gets it and tries to stay safe. It's a curious thing, don't you think? Where do you imagine this whole sickness came from?" She offers a nod to Angus and Dio as they approach. "Hello, friends."
"Damn right I found it!" The splatter upon Thel gets mostly on his coat, marking it but not doing any real damage. Some gets to the fur on his stomach, singeing a few hairs. His fur is dense enough for it to be barely noticable. Taking a couple steps away from the gop, he re-cocks his musket. Thel again lines up a shot and pulls the trigger.
Angus gives Cassidy a nod in greeting. "Good evening to you all." He greets the family as he takes off his hat to wave it in front of his face with a chuckle as if he was trying to cool himself down. "It's good to see that some people haven't been affected by the disease as of yet." He states as he looks to Dio and Cassidy.
"Good day to ya an' all that," Dio waves, rolling his shoulders now free from the weight of the heavy box and hard work. "We just thought we'd come over an' talk to ya an' investigate this disease goin' 'round. Think ya might be able to tell us a bit more?"
Natska is a little too focused on her math to say anything else in response to Thel, building up the wave of heat and fire; she releases it with a burst, hoping to broil the gop until it dissolves.
"It's a terrible thing. First the Laston boys get sick, and then it spread like wildfire before we realized it. Our family just returned from a trip to the neighboring village the other day, so my assumption is we missed the main outbreak. When we got in, we were shoved masks and told about everything." The woman's words are a bit frantic, and it's cleared she's worried and stressed, though when the father speaks it's a bit more calm at least. "I wish I could give a better reasoning. We've had diseases from the swamp before, but those werent this bad usually... A lot of people are suspecting cultists, and a few families who already lost loved ones have left."
Thel's shot hits into the mass, and causes it to quiver for a moment, the flames aiding some as it causes a small bit of it to melt away. As if retalition, the gob condenses for a moment, before spraying out two jets of goop at Thel and Natska! Luckily, with it's long charge time before doing so, they shouldn't eat a face full of it.
Cassidy smiles and nods slowly. "I see, I see. I think cultists might be behind it, too. And that'd be a shame, you know? Even Old One dedicants could do good things for society, but to have them do something like this to innocent people? That's quite a shame, you know? Ah well. How were things on your ends, Angus, Dio?"
Thelergramor sees the attack coming, turns himself in a way that his coat and scarf cover all exposed fur. The wolf then throws himself to the side, dodging the goop. As he hits the ground, landing right in a puddle, Thel begins to reload his musket. Pouring in the powder and dropping the round in down the barrel... "Damn reloads... Natska, burn this fucker!"
Angus looks to Cassidy. "We did what we could for the victims, but I have no idea how much that honestly helps." He rests his staff in the crook of his elbow as his ears flick. "Think I might check up on them again in a bit." He states as he smiles softly.
"Glad to 'ear yer doin' fine as well," Dio replies, arms crossed securely upon his chest. "Come to think of it, I remember another village that 'appened to catch somethin' awful as well. There were some plague doctors that came in an' pretended they were helpin', an' when we turned our backs they stole some blood an' ran off somewhere. I wonder if these events are connected." With a nod, the lion's eyes flicker towards Cassidy for a moment. "Doin' alright. Gave 'em some nice treatment to dull the pain. Dullin' potions, warm towels, and the rest. If that cure 'elps 'em at all, 'opefully the treatment will let them stay 'round fer a bit longer."
Natska casually slips to the side as the gop spits at her, sliding her sabre from its scabbard. "Meh," she replies. "Wrong soul. Just watch for the splatter yea?" She grins, then slips forward, blade swinging. "Or, you know, punch it or something. Break it up."
The Family seems appauld at Dio's words, the parent's ushering the kids inside as they turn back to the group. "B-But the doctor has worked in the village since we were children! You don't... Are you suggesting the doctor would be a cultist?!" If anything, that prospect seems to terrify the family, though they seem to be merely in disbelief at such a possibility right now.
The Gob doesn't seem to pay too much heed to the sword being swung at it, given it's limited intelligence this isn't surprising, so the attack strikes right into it's ceneter mass... Which at first doesn't seem to do too much, the metal doesn't dissolve as quickly as other materials, but it'd be a safe bet given the sizling sound on the blade, to wash it off relativly soon after the fight. All the same, the creature lets out one more big spurt attack at Natska, thankfully missing her by just a bit, though she's still hit with a small amount of the spray. Not enough to harm her, no it's more akin to Thel's first encounter with it. All the same, given how much it's quivering right now, it probably wont last much longer... And being in the open when it pops could be bad.
Cassidy gives a curt nod to her companions before looking back to the family. "I don't think the doctor is, no... At least I hope not. He's working too hard for that I think. I'm more concerned about some of the residents... Hm. Ah well. It is good to see that you are safe! If you have any information regarding this that might be of help, I'm sure you can find a way to contact us!"
Thelergramor pulls his ramrod from beneath the musket barrel. Uses said rod to force the ball down before cocking the musket again. Rod still in hand, Thel rises up to one knee, the wolf aims, pulls the trigger. Ping. Re-cocks, pulls again. Ping. "Come on, you shitty..." Cocking a third time, another trigger pull, and... bang. Having noticed the gop quiver, he snatches up his bow, dives behind a rock.
Angus smiles a bit, tipping his hat to the family before he goes back towards the town to check up on the villagers. "How are they doing?" He asks the rat as he looks around, leaning over one of the patients to check up on them.
Dio shakes his head about. "Nah, he doesn't seem like a cultist to me. If ya've known 'em this long, I'm sure ya would've been able to tell somethin' was up even with the mask coverin' his face. Anyways, thanks fer answerin' our questions an' all. I'm sure the sick will appreciate the food ya can bake up fer 'em. They need everything they can get." The lion gives the family a friendly wave and heads back towards the sick.
Natska lithly dances away from the gop, giggling, and then ducks behind a convenient nearby rock. Her ears flick at the bang of the musket and she winces, but seems to be a little involved in examining her blade now. "Hey Thel. I've got residue. Can I borrow your shirt to mop it off my sword?" she calls over, cheerfully.
"Of course, just remember his meal! This village is all he has after all!" The Family giving a friendly wave to the group, before retreating inside, the porch once more left vacant of children as the freeswords are gone from them.
The Gop doesn't last long after that final shot, the quivering thing popping as it's gob coats the area around it, and luckily not Thel or Natska. If there was a question of how to get it, well it's been answered. All that remains now, is to figure out how to get it all back to the doctor.
"They are calmer now, thank all that is good. The dulling potions and your efforts have aided them greatly." The Rat's tail flicking gently as he looks around the tents and the building, before sighing as he looks back to the group. "The sun is retreating, and in good concious I cannot keep you here, though I gladly would. When your friends return, I shall see you paid so you can return to the safety of the city... But, if possible, I'd beg you to return tomorrow, perhaps with friends. Not for the care of the patients, but to find something to help me finally wipe this out."
Cassidy turns and makes her way back with the others, the food in her hands. "Well. This was a rather... Disappointing day. I hope things turn out alright here... And I hope we find whatever, or who, is responsible!"
Thelergramor emerges from behind the rock. "Well, I thought that would go worse." Leaning his musket against the rock, bow alongside it, Thel takes off his quiver, then removes his coat. Holding it out to the jaguar, smiling under his scarf. "Here. Just don't get too much on there... don't need my coat having holes dissolved in it."
Angus gives a nod as he remains silent, leaning against his staff a bit. ".....I'm sorry about your son." He finally states after sometime, turning to give a soft smile. "He would probably be proud of you for keeping this village alive."
"No problem," Dio nods. "Always happy to help those in need. We'll see 'bout comin' back tomorrow. Along with ourselves, some more supplies and dullin' potions should 'elp a good bit."
Natska wrinkles her nose for a moment, then begins searching the area, looking for suitable materials. "We'd be better off chunking out the middle of a fallen log. Or, hopefully, finding a rock with a depression in it. Or just a flat one we can scrape stuff onto, if you're careful and don't wipe it on yourself." She flashes Thel a grin. "C'mon. Let's get it back to the rat."
Thel's coat is thankfully spared, as they find a few convienent logs with good enough holes, or even a large amount of diveted rocks for them to use in transporting the remains to the Doctor. The trip back is thankfully uneventful, and soon enough the two would be back with the group. The Rat looking over them all, before reaching into his bag to hold out payment for them all. "... My son?" The Rat pausing mid payment at Angus' words, and those eyes seem just seem a bit more bright before he shakes his head. "... He is not lost yet sir. Just sick. I will save him though... But first, blessings upon you all. I shall pray for your safe return tomorrow."
Cassidy looks down at the food in her arms before offering it up to the rat. "The family is doing okay and sent this. But... Well. Between you and I... I would examine it before distributing it, hmm? Just in case it picked up and contagions along the way, you know? But I am sure things will be fine here."
Thelergramor has since put his coat back on, slung weapons over his back and such. Carrying a log with gop residue, a few belcher spines lining his pockets, he drops them all nearby. "Here's your shit. Was interesting to get." Taking a few steps back, still dirty from falling into the puddle. Doesn't say anything else. Just plans to bathe soon.
Angus gives the Rat a nod, his smile slowly turning as he sighs. "Yes...I'm sure about that." He answers as he shakes his head. "Never the less, we will be back to help you." He states as he takes the offered reward, and eyeing Thelergramor. "You and I need to have a chat about your gear one of these days."
Natska gives the doctor a slight nod. "May luck be with you in your research, sir, and we'll be back tomorrow to do what else we can to help." She sweeps her hat into a bow, then carefully resettles it.
The Rat bows once more to the group, before ensuring their payment is handled as he moves back into the building. All in all, it looks like the group managed to help quite a bit today, in a situation that could have been a -lot- worse. Sadly, the sunlights diminishing, so the majority of their trip home will be in the dark, and then talking to the friendly guards as usual.
