Heh, I’d imagined it as standing around in the depths of the crypt discussing death, all emo like.
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”Fascinating as discussions of mortality might be, I’d really like to get out of here.”
”It is the job of a doctor to prevent death. I find myself uncomfortable with so much of it around.”
”Though I am not skilled at treating poison, I have several remedies to cure any long-term damage that the poison might cause.”
Dymitri’s mask protected him from the worst of the stench. Besides, as a doctor he’d smelled worse.
It’s unclear. It’s a consumable, so I’m guessing it takes an action.
”Morcrug, drink this! It’ll make you...generally better!” He then draws his apothecaries baton, ready to fend off the horse.
Dymitri pulls a vial out of his coat and focuses for a moment. The dull liquid becomes a vibrant red, and he motions to Zachariah, ”Follow me into the chamber with the rest of them! I doubt the horse can fit through that hallway!” Dymitri then heads into the room next to Atsuko.
”If you are from Ustalav, it does not surprise me. Do you imply some lack of wisdom on my part though?”
”I am Dymitri. Apothecary by trade.”
”No. There was the wizard in the stone circle and then...nothing.” He calls again, ”Hey, there’s others here!”
Dymitri gets himself out of the room, calling out again, "Anyone?"
Dymitri inhales, his breath sharp and unexpected. He was in a coffin. That was normal. He was in a coffin. Wait, he was in a coffin? With what strength he has, Dymitri pushes the lid off and pulls himself out, landing on unsteady legs. ”H...Hello?”
Hey there folks, here with another Dymitri, funnily enough. Figure I’d report in an make my interest known.
I’d be totally fine with that.
Dymitri draws his apothecaries staff and runs towards Atsuko.
Though Dymitri long ago learned the basics of survival, tracking was never his strong suit.
Dymitri kneels next to Morcrug and says, ”Hmm, autopsies are never pleasant, but there’s certainly things to be learned from them.”
”Seems prudent.”
Dymitri fares better in trying to navigate than Kakita, but only barely. ”Ah, Morcrug? Do you have any skills with tracking?”
"Then I suppose we'd best head out."
Though not dressed in his traditional apothecaries outfit, Dymitri still carries the small leather satchel marked with the caduceus of the Apothecaries Guild on it, his own personal medical kit. He is a young Varisian man, with the pale skin and dark hair of the Ustalavic branch. He says in a quiet and slightly meek voice, "I believe I've been summoned to speak with you?"
Dymitri was well-accustomed to life as part of a caravan. It reminded him of his childhood, of travelling with his parents and bringing relief to lands ravaged by disease and war.
I’m totally fine with not doing an AP. Wandering around the world sounds just my speed. I think I’ll stick with Dymitri, I’m warming up to the name.
Alright, ready to go, with the exception of my stat line. |