1000 years after the end Dragonville

@SedentaryCobra Player - Enki


Slaatch nods with regret.''Yes, I am sorry for getting late. I was just caught by the exceptionally wonderful weather. I sweat this won't happen again.'' She said as she held her head downwards. She listened to the words that Sor'ka said to her, mostly ignoring the stench and the noise produced by the different alchemical compounds in metal and glassware above the fire and the fire itself. She had grown used to the alchemist's hut, as it feels almost like a home by now to her.

When she heard about the three deeds she pondered. Which one might be most suitable for her? She stood there as she nodded. ''I see... I guess I...'' She paused to think. Choosing to give medical care to the elder's injured son can be a good way to prove that she has learned enough to become the next alchemist, should Sor'Ka die. But Slaatch knows the risks of this deed: If she fails to treat the son, then she may get the wrath of the father, especially when the son dies to her injuries. Due to these fears she has decided that the first option is best for her. ''I will gather the delicate herbs from the ruins with the protection of the warriors, teacher.'' She said, gently smiling even if there was a strong thought in her mind.

What was Sor'Ka thinking with the third task? Since when did helping the raiding party to take care of the gnomes become part of an alchemist's tasks? She has to know the truth, because it is troubling her. Even if it was only few minutes ago when she heard it, she can't help but have it trouble her in her mind. ''Why exactly is either of us needed at the raiding, teacher?'' She decided to ask. ''We are not warriors, after all.''


[OOC]
Slaatch chose option number one, but asked why she or her teacher are needed to be with the raiding party, as they are not suited for combat.
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@Enki Cobra - GM

"It is good you ask these questions." Sor'Ka replied. She took pride in her apprentice's inquisitive ability. She learned remarkably fast, and figured out as many things on her own as she was taught. "I asked the question to the leader of the raiding party as well. These particular gnomes hide behind tall walls of stone, and hoard their treasure behind metal doors. Even with ten times the soldiers, they still wouldn't get in. So the warchief decided that something other than a warrior was needed."

"Do you remember," Sor'Ka continued, "when our failures would end with explosive results? Quite fun, despite the danger!" She laughed. She took a moment to compose herself, and continued. "Create an explosion large enough, and even stone will not hold. It is quite the risk, but brings quite the reward, and possibly a new weapon, if we can learn to control it." Sor'Ka gave a broken toothed grin. "There will be healing, and other alchemist's duties, but that is the primary reason an alchemist was requested."

"Do you want to reconsider, or do anything before you leave? You still have several hours before either group leaves, and the elder's son can wait some time." Sor'Ka offered.
 
@SedentaryCobra Enki - Player

She raised an eyebrow now. Well that is interesting, she thought with intrigue. She has to admit, the explosions do look pretty and she enjoys the sound they produce, but it still has a potential threat. What if it blows them up, and not the gnomes? But a brand new weapon for the tribe could mean she has gained the respect of the people. Slaatch slowly nods while scratching her forehead.

''I... I believe that I will reconsider. I would love to be part of the party that would like for either of us to create a brand new form of weapon for us to use, though I believe I could take care of both the son and the explosives, yes? The groups only leave after several hours and I don't think that the elder's son's treatment won't take more than an hour or two.'' She asked, smiling faintly before returning her facial expression to a serious one once more.
 
@Enki Cobra - GM

Sor'Ka chuckled. "I had a feeling you would like it. Don't let me down know, alright?" She said lightheartedly. The alchemist stooped low beneath a table to open a cabinet, and retrieved a well worn traveling rucksack. "This should have everything an alchemist on the road needs for their job. Tools, some general herbs, the like. Feel free to take whatever else you might need before heading off. I don't want my apprentice to fail their first mission from a lack of supplies." Sor'Ka said with a wry smile.

-Sometime later, at the Elder's Home-

Outside his home, the village elder sat on a stone bench, running a whetstone down the length of a long, curved sword. The old lizardman cared for his old weapon, which had nearly as many cuts and notches in it as he did scars in his green hide. He was old, but not too old for his strength to have left him. Old injuries ailed him, and age gnawed at his bones, but he had a certain majestic aura and pride that comes with time and leadership. His face was calm and tranquil as he sharpened his great blade, as if he were deaf and blind to the rest of the world. He patiently awaited the arrival of the alchemist to help heal his son.
 
@SedentaryCobra Enki - Player

She nods to what she had heard. She took the bag, placing it on her back.'' As you wish. Thank you for your gift. I will never forget your lessons, master.'' She said, smiling.

-Sometime later, indeed.-

After traveling in the village checking prices for different things and so on she would finally set course to where the elder is. After walking for while she made it to the elder's hut. She looks at the elder. Calm and filled with scars across his green hide, as always. She bows her head to him. ''Dear Elder. I am here to take care of your son before assisting the raiders with the gnome incident. May I get specifics about what symptons has your son gotten?'' She decided to ask, doing her best to avoid sounding arrogant or egoistic.
 
@Enki Cobra - GM

The elder, Grak, looked up to Slaatch. A faint expression of surprise flashed across his face, but it left as quickly as it came. He set the whetstone down on the bench, and leaned the sword against the wall. He remained seated, and looked up to Slaatch. He abandoned is usual commanding tone and body language, and spoke oddly softly. "My son, Bhaal, left alone on a hunting trip a few days ago. He returned a few hours before dawn, staggering into the village. He was gored by an animal, what looks to be a large boar, with the wound running from mid calf to upper thigh. The wound festers, and Bhaal runs a high fever, and is delirious. I fear for him." Grak looked up to Slaatch, his eyes pleading. "Bhaal is inside, alchemist. Help him, and let me know if there is anything you need."

Inside, the sickly sweet odor of death was almost oppressive. Even with the windows open, it was still nauseating. Bhaal lie on a table in the center of the room, his breathing fast and heavy. His face was flushed with pain, and the white scales on his chest were torn and bloody from scratching at them. Bhaal was awake, barely, but didn't notice as Slaatch entered. He was dressed in a bloody and grimy pair of pants, the left leg ripped away to reveal the wound, which was bound tightly with strips of cloth. The wound was long, deep and infected, and was still bleeding.

[OOC]
Bhaal, the elder's son, has a long wound on his left leg, most likely from a boar. It is long, deep, and infected, and Bhaal is delirious.
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@SedentaryCobra Enki - Player

Slaatch nods to what the elder said as she stepped into the hut. Once she entered the stench of sweat and death was just overwhelming as she was in a partial shock due to what she got to saw a moment later. It seems that Bhaal is in a pretty bad shape, or rather worse shape than she expected. She begins inspecting the wound. She checks if she can find any bits of the boar possibly left in the wound like teeth or such. She first tries to see if she can find anything in there, because no point in sterilizing it the best she can with herbs if she does not know if there is anything inside there yet.
 
@Enki Cobra - GM

The first thing to come off in the process were the makeshift bandages, bloody, sticky, and crusted from the time that they had spent on him. Bhaal, still trapped in his delirium, was still unaware of Slaatch's presence. His wound was long, deep and jagged, but the cut itself was relatively uncomplicated. The boar's tusk had made a clean pass through him, tearing off several chunks of flesh in the process, but leaving little debris in the wound.

The main issue lie with the infection. The infection was spreading, and quickly, though the situation was still salvageable. It was clear from Slaatch's training that there was no guarantee he would survive, even in the hands of the most skilled physician. The wound could be cleared and cleaned easily, but the infection was the greatest matter. There was a slim chance that the infection could be cured with little permanent damage, and still survive. Bhaal's best chance for survival came with the removal of his leg, but the Elder surely wouldn't be happy with his favorite son crippled for life.

[OOC]
While the wound itself is simple to deal with, the infection is more so. There is no guarantee Bhaal will survive. His best odds for survival lie with amputating the leg, but the elder would surely be unhappy about that. It could be healed without needing to amputate, but the odds of survival are far slimmer by comparison.
[OOC]
 
@SedentaryCobra Enki - Player

Slaatch sighs. If this is the case, then she has to do it safely, though she got an idea. Why amputate the whole leg, when she can just cut off the infected bits of the leg and burn the rest of the wound shut. She starts with the first step at hand: She begins cleaning the wound and doing her best to rid it of all larger objects, then she measures things in an attempt to see if cutting off just a portion of the leg is going to be a balanced alternative between the two options.
 
@Enki Cobra - GM

The removal of the dead and infected tissue would be a long and difficult process. The wound was fairly large, and the amount of infected tissue serious. Removing all of it would require a steady hand, and a long time. In addition, the amount of exposed flesh beyond that would make it difficult to cauterize as well. Even after closing the wound, it would require some monitoring over the next few weeks and months to ensure that no infection sets in again. Afterwards, assuming all went well, the leg would be permanently damaged, but Bhaal should be able to stand on his own feet, and walk on his own.

[OOC]
The procedure would be long and difficult given the size of the injury and extent of the infection, but possible. It would also require some care and monitoring over the next weeks to ensure no infection occurs afterwards.
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Slaatch sighs with dissapointment. This is the best she can do. Besides, this what she wanted: something that is not too radical and something that is not too fatal. She just wishes she still has time for the explosive gig at the local gnome village. She looks at the door.''Elder. Come to me, you can help with saving Bhaal.'' She shouted at the entrance where the elder is.
 
@Enki Cobra - GM

Grak rose slowly from his seat outside, entering through the open door. He leaned the wide greatsword against the wall, and walked up to Slaatch. He seemed unfazed by the smell in the room, or the condition his son was in, but his eyes shone with deep concern as he looked at Bhaal. Turning to Slaatch, he straightened himself and looked at focused himself on her.

"I do not know how I can help, alchemist, but I shall assist in any way I can."
 
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