In the Infirmary...


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Silver Crusade

"Oh..." As Carol exclaims. "I'll put you under assistant healer then." She turns to the chalkboard and puts the name Halloran under Assistant Healers.

With that done, and haven't heard the name from the other man, she turns to him. "I don't think I have seen a man come through here whom looks similar to you. I am sorry. But what is his name? Maybe we can get a messenger to look for him?"

Dark Archive

"No, messenger will not help. My brother, his name is Smrt by the way, no he is doing the avoiding of me. I believe he has some divination powers, because he is very good at me not meeting him.

Oh, while I here am. Smrt . . . he has problem with head. He does not think so, but I think is true. This is why he does the avoiding me. Anyway, the spell 'heal' has failed to cure affliction. You do not happen to know recently developed spell 'psychic surgery' do you? I think this spell may be able to cure my brother of his . . . problems.'

Silver Crusade

"Smrt? I haven't heard a name like that before." As Carol looks at the man in white robes. "And about that spell, I haven't heard about it before either. You'd have to see about finding one of those people that use their minds, and not the divine." She tilts her head and smirks slightly. "And, I didn't mean to make it rhyme... Sorry." She looks back towards the board to make sure it is order.

Dark Archive

Heal - I thought of and presently have access, but in my view if used immediately certainly it will leave an unscarred individual. However once you attain a state it will bring you back to that state.

Perhaps our dwarven friend would be a willing test subject to the theory. I can bring in a friend of mine to char you and then test heal vs. regeneration.

Silver Crusade

Carol looks to Dr Love with a odd look. "Doesn't that happen enough in the magical research department?" She looks down and then walks back to the desk where she was sitting earlier.

Dark Archive

A pink nose pokes its way into the door and sniffs around a bit. A second later, it's followed by a hooded, furry gray rat head. The twitching ratfolk looks around the room inquisitively. "You say this is the magical research department? That's what I'm trying sniffing out, but it don't smell like that."

Dark Archive

Yum, the Rakshasa eyes the Rat hungrily.

Dark Archive

"Do you have a tasty snack, sir? May I have some? What sort of magical research are you doing here?"

The ratfolk clambers up on top of a countertop and starts sniffing around at jars

Dark Archive

Why yes, I have a feast for heroes right here. (Cast heroes feast) Eat up my tasty um.. my friend.

Dark Archive

I don't think this little ratfolk would wait around a whole 10 minutes of casting time for the food to show up.

"I've got some tasty snacks here. And some not so...here, have some of this!"

The rat reaches into a cheek pouch and pulls out a wad of what appears to be dark red cured tree bark and offers it around.

Craft Alchemy, Knowledge Local or Nature:

"My teacher gave this to me, said it'd make me a stronger wizard. It tastes awful!"

Grand Lodge

Barjandar peers at the tree bark, sniffs it a couple of times and then puts a tiny dab on the tip of his tongue. He makes a face and then nods a couple of times.

"Galtroot? Mixed with a few other things, I imagine. It will make you an angrier wizard. You'll have to decide for yourself if you think that's a good idea. In my humble observation when wizards get all angry, and start trying to mix it up in the fisticuffs, I usually have to patch them back together afterwards. Not that I mind. It's kind of my job, after all. This one time, in the Blackros Museum, there was a wizard who thought he was a monkey . . ."

He begins to tell some rambling tale until he is either interrupted or the food appears.

Silver Crusade

"Oh dear." As a ratfolk arrives and see a feast begin. Seeing the Ratfolk offer a chew to the healers.
Kn Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
She realize that is Shoanti Barbarian Chew. Isn't only good for barbarians who focus themselves in combat? Unless he's one of them, I don't see it working for him.

Seeing Doctor Love's is about to finish casting his spell, she sees many meals appear on various tables within the Infirmary. "Erm... I don't think that is a great idea here..." She sighs as she bears witness to the food.

Liberty's Edge

A strangely pink-haired young human of Tien decent wanders into the room, sniffing as he goes. "Iii nioi na! Oo!? Sugge Kyouen jana! Ittatakimasu!" He grabs a turkey leg from the feast and starts chowing down on it. "Oo! Ooshi na! Doushitte kono ii kyouen wa byouen no naka ni iruka?" he says with mouthfulls of food.

Speak Tien:
Hey, that's a good smell! Oh! Isn't this a nice spread! (traditional prayer said before eating). Wow, that's tasty! Say, why is there a bunch of great food in the infirmary?

Dark Archive

A rather petite half-elf of clear Varisian descent walks in. She looks to be in pretty rough shape.

"Hey. Rough mission."

She plops down on an available bed, setting her backpack to the side.

Silver Crusade

There's a sudden shuffle of paper from a nearby office before a young woman hurriedly speaks. "Ah? Oh! Be right there." There is more shuffling of paper before a human woman with light brunette hair walks out of the office over to the Half-Elf.

"Oh my. Let me cast a cure light wound spell upon you first." As the woman said as she then begins to cast and one of her hands start to glow.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

With a light touch on the half-elf's shoulder, the rejuvenating energy mends up quite a few wounds. "I hope that helps a bit. My name is Carol, and.." She looks around the Infirmary and sighs. "I guess I am the only healer on duty so far. Is there any other pain or discomfort you are feeling?" Directing her attention back to the Half-Elf.

Knowledge Planes, DC 20:

Looking at her, you think she might actually be an Aasimar, with being a bit closer to human though.

Dark Archive

Cathran's pretty squishy, so that 10 hp easily takes her from "barely standing" to "never better".

"Nope, I think that did the trick. Thanks. Anyway, you should see the other guys." She pulls out a small medallion with a pair of snakes on it. "Those Aspis goons never knew what hit 'em."

Silver Crusade

"That is good to hear." Carol rubs her hands on her waist before inspecting the medallion. "But that is sad to hear. Though I guess there was no way in turning them over to our side. Irredeemable and all that."

Dark Archive

I love those Snake folks, they are extremely fun to set against each other. Set the proper misdirection, suggest a possible solution and start taking bets on the winner.

Im not long for this world, .. my dark queen will send me thither soon enough. Who knows when I shall return.

Sovereign Court

A pink-haired half-elven woman walks into the infirmary, wearing a chain shirt over which is the tabbard of a red-and-orange Phoenix. She caries with her an Elven branched spear with hearts as the spearpoints, and has a spiked gauntlet to boot. She has the countenance of some authority, as if she is sure of her life's goals. Riding on her shoulder is a white mongoose with a heart-shaped pattern of pink on it's back fur.

"Pardon me, but I require a checkup, I believe. I have just recently been fighting ghouls and wish to make sure I have not contracted 'ghoul fever.' A rather unhelpful ranger pathfinder said that it could be a side-effect of ghoul bites, but refused to check me for the disease.

"Sadly, my knowledge of the healing arts is limited to calling on the spirits of Taldor to merely heal physical wounds. Diseases are beyond my ability to heal or analyze."

Dark Archive

Carol Silverstar wrote:
"That is good to hear." Carol rubs her hands on her waist before inspecting the medallion. "But that is sad to hear. Though I guess there was no way in turning them over to our side. Irredeemable and all that."

"You wouldn't be so sad about it if you'd seen what they did to that temple. They went out of their way to vandalize carvings, had slaves chipping away at the ice in nothing but rags, and were even using a priceless tome as fuel for their cooking fire. And they were trespassing on Society property."

She stands up and collects her things before heading for the door.

"Well, I have to go write my report now, so I'd better get going. Thanks again for the healing."

Grand Lodge

Elven Spear wrote:

A pink-haired half-elven woman walks into the infirmary, wearing a chain shirt over which is the tabbard of a red-and-orange Phoenix. She caries with her an Elven branched spear with hearts as the spearpoints, and has a spiked gauntlet to boot. She has the countenance of some authority, as if she is sure of her life's goals. Riding on her shoulder is a white mongoose with a heart-shaped pattern of pink on it's back fur.

"Pardon me, but I require a checkup, I believe. I have just recently been fighting ghouls and wish to make sure I have not contracted 'ghoul fever.' A rather unhelpful ranger pathfinder said that it could be a side-effect of ghoul bites, but refused to check me for the disease.

"Sadly, my knowledge of the healing arts is limited to calling on the spirits of Taldor to merely heal physical wounds. Diseases are beyond my ability to heal or analyze."

"Don't worry ma'am. I'm not sure we have the right herbs around here for ghoul fever - what kind of infirmary doesn't have licorice root?!? People think just because they can magic it all better they can ignore the good old fashioned ways to heal a person. They really work just as well, except you've actually got to stop and smell the flowers. I'm not speaking metaphorically, mind you . . ."

The chatty gnome seems dangerously close to going off on a tangent, and then remembers the problem at hand.

"But, you see, I CAN actually magic it all better. Blessings of Sarenrae, and all that. I wasn't sure I was going to like being a holy warrior of the Dawnflower, but she has given me some powerfully useful blessings when it comes to healing people. I just need to lay my hands on you here. I'm not trying to get fresh. That would be incredibly unprofessional as a doctor and probably against some rule in the paladin code. Honestly, I haven't read them very carefully. No time. Between the temple and the Pathfinders, there's always seems to be something more important - go here, do this, make sure these people don't die."

He pauses briefly to reach out towards the elf, taking one of her hands between his. The touch feels pleasantly warm, and leaves a lasting impression of energy and good health (and cures sickness and disease).

"That should do the trick! By the way, I like your hair - it's a pretty common style with gnomes, but it looks good on you too."

Sovereign Court

Doctor Barjandar wrote:


"Don't worry ma'am. I'm not sure we have the right herbs around here for ghoul fever - what kind of infirmary doesn't have licorice root?!? People think just because they can magic it all better they can ignore the good old fashioned ways to heal a person. They really work just as well, except you've actually got to stop and smell the flowers. I'm not speaking metaphorically, mind you . . ."

The chatty gnome seems dangerously close to going off on a tangent, and then remembers the problem at hand.

"But, you see, I CAN actually magic it all better. Blessings of Sarenrae, and all that. I wasn't sure I was going to like being a holy warrior of the Dawnflower, but she has given me some powerfully useful blessings when it comes to healing people. I just need to lay my hands on you here. I'm not trying to get fresh. That would be incredibly unprofessional as a doctor and probably against some rule in the paladin code. Honestly, I haven't read them very carefully. No time. Between the temple and the Pathfinders, there's always seems to be something more important - go here, do this, make sure these people don't die."

He pauses briefly to reach out towards the elf, taking one of her hands between his. The touch feels pleasantly warm, and leaves a lasting impression of energy and good health (and cures sickness and disease).

"That should do the trick! By the way, I like your hair - it's a pretty common style with gnomes, but it looks good on you too."

The Elven Woman takes a cursory glance at her hands and around her body. Nothing appears to have changed.

"Interesting, either it was in remission or I managed to avoid contracting it. I thank you all the same kind . . . I didn't catch your name. . ."

Something seems to dawn on her.

"Oh, apologies, where are MY manners? I cannot tell you my true name, for if my enemies found out, they would surely strike at me through my loved ones, but you can call me Venture Sovereign, the Elven Spear."

The pink-haired woman takes up the sides of her tabbard and gives a refined curtsy.

Knowledge Local DC 5:
Venture Sovereign, also known as The Elven Spear, is becoming somewhat of a celebrity in the foreign quarter of Absolom, patrolling the district and fighting crime. She seems to focus her efforts on finding those who pervert and corrupt the law to meet their own ends.
As a vigilante, she has the renown vigilante talent

"I would suggest you keep this meeting between us in confidence, those who wish to strike at me may try to use you to get to me. Though, I would not wish for you to lie on my behalf.

"Oh, and I appreciate the compliment of the hair. I must admit, it is in a rather . . . tame style compared to most gnomes, but I need it to be back in a ponytail like this to keep it out of my eyes when fighting crime."

Dark Archive

Let em try, Ill have em clucking like chickens and chasing worms for a weekend.

Grand Lodge

"The Elven Spear? I'm not as up to date on the latest happenings compared with some of my Pathfinder companions, but I do believe I have heard of you. An honor to meet you in person! I don't think I've ever met someone with a secret identity before. Or maybe I have. How would you know, really?"

The gnome pauses briefly in his rambling, and appears thoughtful for a moment.

"Anyways, I don't have a secret identity. My name's Barjandar, after my grandfather . . . or perhaps he was an uncle. In any case, it's one of those good old family names that pops up again every couple of generations."

"And don't worry about my safety, ma'am! If anyone asks if I have seen you, I will say 'yes', and if anyone has a problem with me healing a fellow Pathfinder who is out doing good in the world, then they can tell it to my face. I may be small, but I won't stand for anyone telling me who I can and cannot heal. That's between me and Sarenrae, so you trouble makers can keep your meddling noses out of my business."

Barjandar is then distracted by Doctor Love's comment.

"You can turn people into chickens?!? Why, that's not something you see every day."

Silver Crusade

Cathran Casrua wrote:
Carol Silverstar wrote:
"That is good to hear." Carol rubs her hands on her waist before inspecting the medallion. "But that is sad to hear. Though I guess there was no way in turning them over to our side. Irredeemable and all that."

"You wouldn't be so sad about it if you'd seen what they did to that temple. They went out of their way to vandalize carvings, had slaves chipping away at the ice in nothing but rags, and were even using a priceless tome as fuel for their cooking fire. And they were trespassing on Society property."

She stands up and collects her things before heading for the door.

"Well, I have to go write my report now, so I'd better get going. Thanks again for the healing."

Carol nods. "Well, then that is good. May you not need to return here unless it is only for a check up." She smiles as the Half-Elf leaves.

Turning to the new comer, Carol sees that the other healers have arrived. Ah, Doctor Barjandar arrived, and... And Doctor Love. Sheesh. She sighs as she notices the tiefling.

She then turns her attention towards the patient Doctor Barjandar is attending to. Not recognizing who she is, she wonders why is a Half-Elf has hair like that of a gnome. What the?...

Knowledge Local, Untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 Max 10

She stares at the half-elf before she recalls who she calls herself. "Ah! You're the Elven Spear! The one going around the Foreign Quarter helping people! I didn't know you were a Pathfinder too!" She exclaims.

She walks forward to greet her before being caught off guard by Doctor Love's remark. "Erm... I have not heard of that before, except only in stories. But, I hope they're not turned into real chickens, just made to think they are. Else I think I may want to rethink my lunch." As she finishes with a slight grimace.

Sovereign Court

Carol Silverstar wrote:
She stares at the half-elf before she recalls who she calls herself. "Ah! You're the Elven Spear! The one going around the Foreign Quarter helping people! I didn't know you were a Pathfinder too!" She exclaims.

"Ah, yes, well, it pays to be discrete about one's contacts when one is 'ruffling feathers' as it were. Glad to know that I have a positive reputation amongst those who follow the good and righteous path.

"Dr. Barjander, thank you once again for your tender mercies. Now if you excuse me, night is falling and I have spent too many nights on my mission and away from Absolom. I shudder to think how many city guards have been bribed in my absence. I must away!"

With that the individual turns with a great flourish and exits the room.

Dark Archive

I could turn them into chickens. But suggesting they chase and eat worms as a spare orchid elixr was poured on the nearby soil is just as fun.

Dark Archive

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For got my checkup song.

Time for your check up
We're going to check your ears
Check your eyes
Then were going to look up your nose

Time for your check up
Were going to listen to your heart beat
Then were going to tickle your toes

Time for your check up
Its ok if you giggle, it will only tickle a little.
Time for your check up!

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