Taking a deep breath, she exhales slowly and stands up straight, nearly retching as the ship heaves suddenly. Grabbing on to a post she sways for a moment, and gains control. Boots are lazily tied on before she moves to the officer's mess to retrieve her belongings.
You walk in on a medical examination, Dirk is checking out a female who is in a coughing fit. Your gear is across the room between where you are and the examination. Meaning you have enter, walk across the room, get your stuff, walk back out of the room.
Bloody great spell, that one. If you all like I can use it to dry us all off once we are back on the boat.
"I wish that was a spell I could learn. Seems like I will just have to do this the hard way."
Sath, Bri, Adriel and a crewmember have plank and hoist that ties to the side of the ship and lowers. You can sit on the plank and clean.
Astrianna walks past Sawbones as he inspects the coughing woman. She nods at him, retrieving her gear before walking out. "Keep up the good work, Hawkins." Utters from her, which amuses the half-elf. She believes she'll make that her catch phrase when interacting with him from now on.
Darius is approached by the First Mate. "Hey, scurry up the crows nest and keep an eye on the horizon...watch for any change in those ships. Report if you get flag."
Bloody great spell, that one. If you all like I can use it to dry us all off once we are back on the boat.
Astrianna takes a moment to wave at her coffee, casting Prestidigitation to give it a hint of mint flavor. A grin crosses her face as she drinks the brew. Where would this world be without magic?
The bard brews a cup for the cookie, making a point to stay on his good side. She filters out one more batch of brew, but fills her canteen with it this time to save it for later on. Using Prestidigitation to clean up the coffee maker and the surrounding area, she puts everything back into her pack.
Whipping out her old stage kit (disguise kit), she puts on a light touch of makeup using a small hand mirror to appear slightly less hung over. She applies some dark eyeshadow a well, figuring she would likely be on deck and its simply another way to cut down the glare from the sun.
Astrianna walks past Sawbones as he inspects the coughing woman. She nods at him, retrieving her gear before walking out. "Keep up the good work, Hawkins." Utters from her, which amuses the half-elf. She believes she'll make that her catch phrase when interacting with him from now on.
As David moves the woman into the cabin he overhears Astrianna's comment.
He looks at her briefly, gauging if she is being sincere, or if she is being sarcastic.
Darius spends the morning working the rigging and sails, enjoying the wind in his hair and the sun on his back. He took a long, strong breath of salty air, finally feeling safe for the first time in days.
That was, at least, until the call of masts on the horizon went out. Damnit! I hope that's not more pursuit. They won't be asking questions first this time if it is!
He did the best he could to help their ship maintain and/or gain speed from the rigging, looking down on the others working on scraping the sides. While not appearing to do anything, Adriel was managing to do a very good job at it. He smirks as he thinks to himself, Damn mage.
At the first mates order, he replies, "Yes sir!" and scurries up to the Nest as ordered. He didn't mind of course, it was a very peaceful job, though important. As such, as he caught his breath, he made sure to keep a watchful eye on the horizon.
David examines the cloth and sees the pink color.
Gods damn!
He notes her complaints of the chest pains and dizziness as well, as the pieces fit.
Her heart’s failing, or I’m a fool!
Glancing around the poorly stocked room, he damns the fact that he doesn’t have access to a fully stocked alchemist lab. However, he does what he can to keep that frustration from his face and instead works as hard as he can to keep her calm and mellow.
”Okay – so here’s what I need you to do, I need you to lay down a moment,” he says with a pleasant and friendly voice.
Right – so one of the reason’s the heart is failing is because it has to work too hard to pump the blood through the veins and that’s straining it. Now she may have a blocked vein somewhere, but either way you slice it her heart is struggling with the blood flowing through her body; that’s for sure…
If I make an incision and drain some of the blood it may take some of the strain off her heart and ease the tension, giving her heart a chance to relax a little… I hope…
He considers his options carefully.
Gods – this is a big hunch; maybe I should get a second opinion? Don’t druids know how to diagnose diseases with some sort of magic?
He glances to the door –
”Hey Sath, do you think you can come here for a moment,” he says calling out to get Sath to aid him in possibly ascertaining the condition.
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Hearing Hawkins' call for assistance, Sath scuttles back onto the deck and heads down into the infirmary but not before grabbing his haversack. Once there he asks "Hawkins, how can I assist?
Hearing Hawkins' call for assistance, Sath scuttles back onto the deck and heads down into the infirmary but not before grabbing his haversack. Once there he asks "Hawkins, how can I assist?
He looks at the woman laying before him and brushes her hair back, hoping to keep her relaxed.
"Hi there, Mister Saltblood," he says with a friendly smile as Sath enters.
His voice drops and he speaks rapidly in Aquan -
"I understand that you're able to use some magic to aid in diagnosing medical conditions in some cases? I'm wondering if you might be able to give me a hand in diagnosing this issue? I think it's a heart condition, and I have a strategy I'd like to employ. But it's risky if I don't know what the true condition is..."
Bri and Sath see sailors luck at the bow of the hip as pod of dolphin leap, play and chase a school of mackerel. four hours of intense cleaning has the starboard side looking good at the water line. The ship needs to be dry docked or intense underwater activity to really scrub the lower hulls.
"If it comes to that, but let's see if we can determine the condition of the patient the old-fashioned way."
"If it comes to that, but let's see if we can determine the condition of the patient the old-fashioned way."
[dice= Heal]1d20+9+2 for healing kit
Once the First Mate makes another nearby pass beneath, Darius calls to him, "Sir. Looks like they intend to pass behind. Currently look to be seven miles out, wind is their favor, we are close hauled to port. Will report if I spot anything else, sir!"
The lady hacking up more pinkish mucus, "M..my ch...<cough> children need me, my husband <cough cough> wasn't feelin' well. Soothe syrup is what I need." She tries to argue but lays back on the table. her fever spike and her breath is wheezing.
Hearing Hawkins' call for assistance, Sath scuttles back onto the deck and heads down into the infirmary but not before grabbing his haversack. Once there he asks "Hawkins, how can I assist?
Another sailor get you as you crawl back over the rail. "Sawbones is calling you." he points towards the officer's mess hall.
Finished with her morning preparations, Astrianna seeks out Malta- the brute is likely not hard to find. "Mornin', Malta. The captain was never specific in my duties when I joined the crew yesterday. Does he have any particular jobs for me that you know of, or should I speak to him myself?"
She does intend to work for her pay, but she hopes it's more along her talents and doesn't involve any barnacles or buckets of soap.
"If it comes to that, but let's see if we can determine the condition of the patient the old-fashioned way."
[dice= Heal]1d20+9+2 for healing kit
Sath's eyes widen as he looks a the pink tinge on the cloth and listens to her symptoms. She is clammy and pale. He rapidly shakes his head.
It's definitely not a heart condition. You suspect she has tuberculosis. You are concerned with the possibility of an epidemic since it is spread through coughing, sneezing, and it's airborne.
Once the First Mate makes another nearby pass beneath, Darius calls to him, "Sir. Looks like they intend to pass behind. Currently look to be seven miles out, wind is their favor, we are close hauled to port. Will report if I spot anything else, sir!"
"Aye...let me know if anything changes."
Astri several crew members and passengers come up to you throughout the morning and chat. "A wonderful performance...you have talent."
others will say, "wish I could sing like that. My hubby would pay mroe attentions.'
As he keeps watch from the Nest, he spots Astrianna walking the deck casually. The thought crossed his mind to let out a whistle to get her attention, but he figured it would be mistaken as a warning and get him in trouble. Rather, he waited and, should she ever look up in his direction, he will offer her a friendly wave and a smile.
Astrianna beams as she is complimented on her performance, soaking it up like a sponge that never appears to saturate. She accepts the compliments with various practiced platitudes "Oh thank you! I've been singing my whole life." "You're gracious- thank you for listening." "Oh what do men know? Everyone has a beautiful part of themselves." et cetera, changing her response to play to the interests of who she is talking to- aristocrats, commoners, or crew, but she is always deeply grateful for their praise.
She chats with them throughout the morning, getting to know their names, stories, destinations, dreams, and really anything else she can get them to talk about while always steering the conversation away from herself. It's quite possible that most people who speak to her will end up telling her everything about themselves and leave knowing nothing to little about her unless they pose direct questions.
-On deck, Astrianna notices Darius and gives him a wave while she is looking for Malta. It's strange seeing a noble man doing routine ship work, but it's certainly a good job for a man as far as she's concerned.
The cleaning task completed for now, Adriel remarks.
It would be a pretty mundane use but I may be able to research a water breathing spell so the underside could be cleaned. But honestly how much difference do the barnacles make tk our speed?
"Given how loaded down the ship is, it can use all help it can give it. Not much point in researching that spell just for cleaning the hull. We can't be swimming underwater to clean the ship while she is moving this fast anyway, we'd have to wait til we got her anchored somewhere."
Embrianna looks over at Adriel and gives a little shrug. "Besides, I can already breathe underwater for a bit."