Sharlestra Plague Journey pt 3 - RPLOG
Participants
Date
23/9/477
Log
Siyu gives a brief little sigh as the moniter lizard falls silent, and the rodent tisks, using a little fire to burn away his gloves and put on new ones, "Nothing else we can do, he is too far gone, too far gone for any of this." he clears his throat as he lets Fay hold his bag, and look back to the raven. "Shall we continue then? I am going to be needing to examine quite a few things. I hope we can help, but we should move quickly. We can get the strips to the clinics very quickly, but...ah...is the Cardinal available?"
Thelergramor just sort of remains hidden off to the side; still watching the fennec whom he was ordered to keep an eye on. Listens to the answers given to Sylera, but has no comment to make.
Angus crosses his arms as he looks around, blinking as he hears someone talking to them. "Eh?" He asks, blinking as he looks down at the jerky. "Jerky?" He asks as he takes the piece, eyeing it a bit as his tail flicks.
Rokarion's leafy ears perk up at the sound of a new being. Rokarion turns his head to watch the squirrel, before looking down at the jerky. Not wanting to eat food in an infected city, but also not to sound rude, Rokarion raises an arm, and says in a polite manner, "I thank you for the offer good sir. However, I am neither hungry nor a fan of meat in general." Thinking for a moment, Rokarion decides to ask, "If I may ask, what kind of spices and seasonings did you put inside the jerky?" While Rokarion is not expecting much, there is no harm in asking.
After a moment more, the coyote comes back out, "You, you are a doctor as well arn't you? Come back here, I could use a hand." Waving over to Sylera, who moves over to see what she can do in the back to help as well. The fennec walks over, "So, they have something to find what is causing this?" The secritary noding back, "That is what she said, but can't be sure really. I mean, do you trust doctors from a far off land?" She asks back. The fennec shrugs, "If she has a way to help..." Before continuing his rounds.
Similarly, Fay looks over to Siyu, "I'll take him back to the clinic and see you after..." She says grimly, before taking hold of the declining lizard and walking off. The raven shakes his head, "I'm sorry good Siyu, but he is not avilible, if you have any questions I might be able to answer though, feel free to ask. Anything we can do to help, we will gladly do." He says, "Come now, when was the last time you heard the words of the First Text?" He asks.
The chipmonk looks up at Rokarion as he declines the food, but asks about it, "Oh! That is a trade secret of The Watering Hole. I can't just let anyone just know it!" She says with a wink, but as Angus takes a piece, "Go ahead, a sample though is quite free! Much more and other wonderful foods, if you'll follow me that is."
Siyu clears his throat, "It has been...not that long. I have not been to the grand cathedral in quite some itme, but those of Sweetwater practice in a similar manner." he draws a breath. "The merchant...Harkonsen, is here as well is he not? I recall him saying that the city planned to expand it's desalinization plants. Have any of his creators worked on the plant? Or installed new technology?" he inquires, walking with the priest. Cardinals not available? Even for 1 million crowns in aid? That doesn't bode well.
Thelergramor keeps watching the fennec as the small fox makes his rounds. Yawns. Diligence! His thoughts that this is still the work of cultists hasn't changed. The basilisk rubs at his mask; glances about the medical tent before again staring right at the fennec.
Angus takes the jerky, eyeing it and giving it a sniff before he takes a small bite of the jerky. "We may have to take you up on that." He states calmly as he pockets the rest of the jerky, tail flicking as he watches the chipmunk.
Rokarion nods, that is to be expected really from someone selling food. Rokarion stares at the fennec for a moment, before speaking again in his usual calm and polite, "Very well Miss, I will stop intruding further about your trade secrets. However, since you are a native here, May I ask if you would know any popular alchemist shops? Maybe a renowned apothecary or a well known herablist shop around here? I find myself in need of good advice in matter of herbs and their brewing." Some almost unnoticable movements appear under Rokarion's heavy cloak, and soon after a hand slips from the heavy cloth, and throws what looks like 5 crowns on the tray of the squirrel, a half-months pay for the average being what good fortune. Rokarion then quickly adds, "And I would very much prefer if you told me about those alchemists with the most knowledge and ingredients in their care."
Not much more going on in the clinic for the time being, more beings coming in, Fay comes in, drops the lizard off and heads back out. Soon though the coyote comes out, "Three more... I can't believe it." he says, shaking his head. "I'm going to go for lunch, and I'll be back in a few hours." He says, some other going into the back to get the bodies. The bodies look... peaceful, whole even.
"I'm sorry good Siyu, but I can't really comment there either. Though perhaps new machines? I would doubt this, probably only fixing up the older ones." He says, "And yes, currently very very busy, and it is good that you continue to hear their words. Is there anything else we can do for you?" He asks, "With these mathmagical strips, we will be able to find people getting ill much more quickly, thank you." He continues
Looking down at the crown, the chipmonk bites one of them before continuing, "Well, the best place would be the clinic really, set up by the Church of the Creators to help us through this. Otherwise, well, just look around, there are herbs, spices, quite the open market here. I'm sure you could find what you are looking for if you look for the right stall." She says. A look to Angus, "If you are hungry, I could show you a wonderful stew being made and served today!" She offers.
Siyu draws a breath, "I am...very interested in which machines the creators have worked with. They are helping the plant expand in Sweetwater too. Is it possible to get permission to go down and examin where the water comes from those machines?" he asks, "To see the end result of their science?" He walks up towards the church with the priestm annointing himself and he will wait through the mass at least. Attempting to get permission to test one theory.
Thelergramor blinks. More dead? Something about that doesn't add up. Looking over to the coyote, he speaks: "Three more? Thought that with good care mortality was about fourty percent. How many sick are back there?" Having spoke, and likely drawing some notice to himself, the basilisk puts his hands in his pockets; his masked gaze flicking between the 'yote and fennec.
Angus gives the Chipmunk a nod as he leans down to allow Mister to hop back up on his shoulders. "I wouldn't mind getting somethign to eat, but if my friend here wants to go looking at the Clinic that's perfectly fine by me." He states, waving his hand a bit as he looks to Rokarion. "Shall we head to the clinic?"
Rokarion looks at the chipmunk, well that was a bit helpful, before looking back at Angus. Thinking for a moment he answers, "But didn't we mention in the briefing that the people of Shralesta do not know the reason of the plague? I do not think that the clinic would know of the infection or poison source and not spread the news as swiftly as possible, or at least spread it into all major organizations. How about we take one final round in the market? But this time let us focus on alchemists, and those who sell herbs and other alcehmical ingredients rather than looking for tea providers. If you wish I could do that while you grab a bite, and then go to the clinic if we find nothing."
Thelergramor's outbirst gets more looks over to him, "Peace, please, one more like that and we'll have to ask you to leave." Says the coyote before heading out. The fennec however is a bit more accomidating, "The most ill are taken back there to either... try to recieve more powerful medicines, or... recieve their last rites." He says, "Two in five do die if they get proper care, this is true, four in five if they don't is about what we are seeing." He says, a low bow of his head as he thinks this over, "This is truely horrible, any help you may have to give would be creator sent indeed." He finishes
A shake of the head, "I'm afraid I can't give you that permission myself, not at this time. We have to be careful about who travels where at a time like this, you understand of course." He says, "Though if you are thinking what I think you are thinking, it would be hard to get into such a place with a poison. I'm sure that they would be noticed adding something to our waters." He says.
With a smile, the chipmonk takes the crowns and pockets them before continuing on her way, to find more customers to try out some samples from The Watering Hole, and to see if she can drum up some additional customers, "Come over and try the latest jerky, smoked and seasoned here in our own lands, as well as other wonderful delights from the most prosperous tavern in town!" She calls out.
Siyu clears his throat to the priest. "Can I at least..." he gives a faint sigh, "I think I have found a way to test for it. It's just a beginging test, not one I am sure how it works, butit does produce a reaction it does in fact actually give an indication with this particular poison...if I could get a sample of water, I do not have to go myself though I would like it. Directly from the desalinaztion machines it would at least put that hteory to rest..." he mummers.
Thelergramor shrugs. "I can try to help. Just tell me what you want me to do." Might as well try to be useful. Even if they are old one cultists. Be easier to avoid being thrown out and/or find any malpractice this way...
Angus takes a moment to think as he looks to the chipmunk, before he makes up his mind. Grabbing Rokarion by the shoulder he walks over to the Chipmunk and taps them. "Excuse me, but what exactly is the easiest way to get to 'The Watering Hole'" He asks, making up his mind on what lead they should check first as Mister keeps his gaze on the crowd.
Rokarion:raises a petalled eyebrow at the fox grabbing his cloak hidden shoulder, but otherwise does not resist being led. Rokarion listens to Angus, before adding, "That was one of the reasons why I suggested splitting up. You could grab something to eat, and maybe listen to some of the rumours in the tavern, while I can search the market, but if you want us to both go to the tavern, then I do not object." Rokarion says, his polite tone unchanged, who knows maybe the fox has sensed something or pciked up on smething Rokarions has missed.
The fennec shakes his head, "I'm not sure how you could help beyond what I do. Wash off the sick, injured, give them their food and water." He says, walking over to a cart he was using to do his rounds. "If you wish to help in that, it would not be hard." He says.
The raven nods his head, "Alright, come along." He says, leading Siyu off toward the back of the church, where there is some working plumbing. With a wave of a hand over a rune, water beings to pour out into a bason, "Test it however you wish good master Siyu, however you wish. But if you'll excuse me, I must prepare for noon day." He says, taking his leave. Indeed, in the main chamber beings are beinging to gather more and more.
The chipmonk looks over to Angus, "Why, it is right at the end of the market place, can't miss it, about the 4th tallest building in the square. I'll lead you right to it if you like." She says, heading deeper into the city.
Siyu looks over and blinks a small bit, flowing water, in shrlestra. Well it is the church. "All right thank you..." he says as he settles down to do his work. He hopes this water is direct enogh from the creator device that it would show up. He opens up his case and begins his testing. Using all the reagents they used before, saving the silver for last...but use it last he will.
Thelergramor nods at the fennec. "I didn't get your name? I'm Imenez." Alias given, the basilisk walks over to the cart; gets the washing stuff and begins to do as the fox has been. That is, cleaning off these poor, bed ridden bastards.
Angus gives the Chipmunk a nod, turning to head towards the Inn. Before he stops in his tracks and crinkles up his nose as it starts to itch....odd, but he was expecting something to happen. "...Don't eat anything we get at the Inn." He states to Rokarion, scratching at his nose slowly as he picks up the pace once more.
Rokarion nods his head, and says in his nuetral tone, "I completely understand Sir Angus, and I have been planning on avoiding the food and drink here for the time being. Now if only you listened to your own advice." With that Rokarion kept quiet and followed the fox closely, his jasmine scent wafting around the two.
The fennec looks over to Thelergramor and gives a nod, "Ilihru." He says, keeping to his work, "And thanks." he says, "We got just about everyone here, but I'm not sure if we should let people into the back or not." He says, looking over, "The doctor is gone for lunch, and most of us are just his aids, so... perhaps, no you have cause too much trouble already." He says, taking some of his supplies toward the back rooms.
Siyu' s tests don't give him much, the water neither turning foul smelling nor looking different in the slightest. There is quite a commotion though starting up outside though as more and more come in. Another being walks in on the little rat, a salamander, "What are you doing here?" She asks!
Within the walls of The Watering Hole is quite a sight, very similar to Freeswords Inn, but with a bit more bustle! It is sectioned off, part of it strictly for dining, another that is a tavern proper, and the last the lower floor beds. There are even more rooms up stairs! This place must get quite a bit of business. As Angus and Rokarion enter, four other beings are heading out, "For the Noon Day, right boss?" Asks one, the barkeeper of the tavern portion saying, "Right! And tell those louts that went out there with only half the order they better get it right or they'll be attending Noon Day in hopes of finding another job!"
