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Krakard, wearing a patient's gown, shuffles himself on to the examination table, grumbling as he looks himself over. Many scars cover his body, an extreme reminder that not everything goes right, and that some foes would truly prefer to keep you alive as opposed to killing you outright.
"Mr. Vakurt, are you prepared for your physical?" A human male asks, holding a clipboard and a quill.
"Yeah. My joints are still too stiff...that Mi-Go was ruthless about his...was it a he? Whatever, it was ruthless in its examination of my body, and it feels like it didn't reconnect my muscles properly." Krakard replies, sighing in mild irritation.
"Well, that's what we're here for, making sure our fellow Pathfinders are in prime condition for fieldwork, no matter the issue." The healer replies with a smirk as he begins Krakard's physical.
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"He-Hello? I am here to assist in the check up, and healing. I'm..." As Carol looks into the room, she notice the Half Orc and the healer beginning the physical of said Half Orc. "Er.. Right" She walks up to the healer. "I have cure light and moderate, in addition to lesser restoration if needed Sir." She waits patiently for the healer to ask her to assist. But then she realizes she forgot something. "Oh! My name is Carol Silverstar, I am here to assist and to learn more about the healing arts." As she finishes, she faces her head slightly downward, a bit embarrassed.
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"Hmm? Ah, a field agent wishing to learn and practice the fine art of healing? How wonderful!" The healer replies, keep his attention focus on Krakard, testing his reflexes using a reflex hammer, and applying pressure to specific points around his joints.
"Argh! That one hurt." Krakard bellows as pressure is put on his left shoulder.
"Hmmm. Miss Silverstar, would you like to offer a theory as to why applying pressure to Mr. Vakurt's shoulder in such a manner caused such a response?" The healer says, stepping back from Krakard and offering Carol the opportunity to examine the shoulder herself.
DC 15 The shoulder shows signs of stress and strain, which is common in fighter types, especially as this is his primary arm. Given the patient's medical history, it is likely that he has neglected stretching and proper care of his muscular health.
DC 20 Due to recent trauma, as well as a somewhat poorly executed vivisection having been performed on the patient, it is likely that some muscles were not reattached properly, and thus are experiencing more stress as a result, especially combined with the patient's neglect of stretching and resting his muscles.
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"That's fine young lady, learning medicine and the ways of healing takes time." The healer replies with a kindly smile. "He has experienced quite a bit of physical trauma recently, his limbs having been removed and reattached by an...ignorant beast. This, coupled with his bad habit of not stretching regularly and not resting his muscles sufficiently-" The healer glares at Krakard disapprovingly, "-has caused a fair amount of stress and strain on the muscle."
"Yeah, well, I have work that I need to do, I can't just stop and take a day off." Krakard replies somewhat sheepishly.
"I'll deal with your...habits in a minute, Mr. Vakurt." The healer says, shooting Krakard a rather disapproving scowl. "As for his physical treatment, I believe a lesser restoration and a few days rest would be sufficient. Miss Silverstar, would you like to treat the patient?" The healer inquires, stepping out of the way to allow her access to the patient.
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"Of course. I know of that spell. Let me have a minute of your time."
Carol begins casting Lesser Restoration and after about 30 seconds, she finishes the spell and casts it onto Krakard.
Carol blinks a bit after casting the spell. She seems disapointed again, but this time in her casting of the spell.
"Um, that didn't come out that well. Let me try it again."
She does so and again cast the spell on the Half Orc to see if she can do better.
Carol sighs after casting the spell for the second time.
"I am sorry, it seems like I am not performing well today. I hope you feel better Mr. Vakurt." With that, she turns to the healer and moves away to let him examine the Half Orc so he can see if the spell had any effect.
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A black-haired Chellaxian human in robes and four-mirror armor, but with no viable weapons, stumbles into the infirmary. While there are no obvious physical ailments with him, he is clearly out of sorts and possibly in a state of shock.
Hello? Can . . . can someone help me? I need to forget . . . everything. Everything is good, can you do everything? If not, maybe just my last mission. Forgetting my last mission would be good, can you do that?
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Krakard grunts slightly, before replying, "Yes, that does feel better...I suppose I best follow Dr. Milligan's advice and get some rest...as well as avoid using the arm as best as possible..." Krakard ends with a huff of irritation, sliding himself off of the table and to his feet.
"If what you say is true doc, I figure it'd be best to follow your advice, even if I really don't want to..." Krakard says, and moves to a changing room.
"Good job Miss Silverstar, its good to see that you are capable of healing. A little more effort in your studies and you will certainly become a capable healer!" Doctor Milligan says as he allows Krakard by. "And as for you Mr. Vakurt, I hope that, for your own sake, you do follow through with that."
As Krakard leaves for the change room Dr. Milligan turns to see the new patient and shows him a place to sit. "Memory spells? Hmmm. I hate to say it, but I'm not well versed in those...though it would seem as though there may be demand for them. I still wouldn't recommend it though, memory loss can cause all sorts of other issues, and losing whatever experience you gained regardless of how unpleasant they may be will make it hard for you to learn to avoid said experience in the future. However, I still may be able to help you." Dr. Milligan then awaits the new patient to sit down before he begins his examination.
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The Chellexian man sits down in the chair absentmindedly, and starts muttering, half to himself and half to whoever will hear him. There is a wooden holy symbol hanging from his belt.
I'm not even supposed to be here. I'm supposed to work in the pathfinder legal . . . thing. Area, branch, department? Yes, legal department. But some Dreng guy, he misfiled my papers. Field agent. I don't know field agent stuff.
My first mission. It started off okay. I negotiated some contracts. made sure some gnolls held up their contract as Abadar dictates. Had to fight some monster, didn't like that but it wasn't too bad.
Then, then things didn't make sense. Doors weren't doors. There were creatures who weren't really there. Lots of teleporting. And lots of fighting. Books that didn't make sense. No sense. No law, no order . . . no sense.
The Chellexian man just keeps murmuring 'no law, no order, no sense.' over and over.
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"Thank you Dr. Milligan. Though I do need more training in the healing school of work. But I am not a cleric though, so my spells can be a bit harder to change." As Carol finishes speaking, she notices the Chelaxian man walks into the Infirmary.
Noticing the holy symbol to Abadar on his belt, she thinks that he might be a cleric, or maybe a warpriest of the aforementioned god. When he is shown where to sit, Carol walks over to him and greets him.
"Hello, my name is Ms Silverstar, what is your name?" She said in a calm tone. I am here learning the arts, and may I suggest focusing on your holy symbol?" Carol gestures to his holy symbol of Abadar upon his belt. "I have heard it can help ease one's mind and help with focus."
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"Thank you Dr. Milligan. Though I do need more training in the healing school of work. But I am not a cleric though, so my spells can be a bit harder to change." As Carol finishes speaking, she notices the Chelaxian man walks into the Infirmary.
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Noticing the holy symbol to Abadar on his belt, she thinks that he might be a cleric, or maybe a warpriest of the aforementioned god. When he is shown where to sit, Carol walks over to him and greets him.
"Hello, my name is Ms Silverstar, what is your name?" She said in a calm tone. I am here learning the arts, and may I suggest focusing on your holy symbol?" Carol gestures to his holy symbol of Abadar upon his belt. "I have heard it can help ease one's mind and help with focus."
Absently, as if still in a dream, the Chellexian Man responds.
Ben. Ben Goshey Hojoin. Abadar did help me . . . once. Things made sense. But then I went to the place where things don't make sense. No laws, no order . . . Why would Abadar send me there. i didn't want to be there. It didn't make sense.
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"Now, now. Ben everything will be alright, okay"As Carol speaks in a calming tone. "I know, there are things out there that no, normal person should come into contact with. Maybe Abadar wanted you there to end that weird place? Or to make it "Right" again? Maybe it could also be a test of faith. So Ben." Carol leans a bit to look at Ben's face. "So what would the logical reason he would send you there?"
"Dreng..." Dr. Milligan mutters before addressing the patient. "Dreng seems to have bad habit of that, but for the most part he's lucked out in his results. Regardless, you've clearly had a rather traumatic experience, have you not? Sounds like a fair amount of illusions got the best of your psyche. However, Miss Silverstar does have a good point, focusing on your holy symbol will often provide some clarity and help one in easing their mind to a state of calm, and certainly Abadar should be more than willing for one of his faithful." Dr. Milligan says with a warm smile as he procures his own symbol, a golden symbol of Sarenrae.
"In my case I find peace and warmth in my trust and duty to Sarenrae, she has guided me for many years, through times both tough and pleasant." Dr. Milligan says before channeling magic through his focus, laying a healing hand gently on Ben's head.
"Now, perhaps you can sort through your thoughts and find a comfortable place to start reorganizing yourself from."
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"Now, now. Ben everything will be alright, okay"As Carol speaks in a calming tone. "I know, there are things out there that no, normal person should come into contact with. Maybe Abadar wanted you there to end that weird place? Or to make it "Right" again? Maybe it could also be a test of faith. So Ben." Carol leans a bit to look at Ben's face. "So what would the logical reason he would send you there?"
His voice starts to regain some composure as he starts working though the trauma he's experienced.
There . . . there was a woman. She, she wasn't supposed to be in that place. She didn't sign up for it. Wasn't part of the contract. I . . . I helped her. She . . . I helped her get out of something she didn't sign up for. She didn't enter into the contract like the others . . . unlawful imprisonment? Is that why Abadar sent me there?
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"That could very well be why Abadar sent you there Ben." As Carol continues to speak in a calm tone. "You helped a woman from Unlawful Imprisonment. That sounds alot what Abadar would want his followers to do." Carol looks at Dr. Milligan and smile before looking back towards Ben. "So what you did was Lawful, and Good. I think Abadar has been pleased with what you achieved Ben. And that woman most likely will be thanking Abadar, because of you as well." Carol gives him a serene smile, before standing straight and nodding to Dr Milligan.
I think.... I think I did well that time.
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"I fear I may be suffering from some sort of curse. I feel strangely weak and frail, but I know it cannot be a disease, as I am immune to such things. I do not know what else might be wrong."
"Hmmm...it would appear that you have been effected by a cosmic change, as though something in the form of reality has been altered, and thus having advanced your effective age significantly. Truly an odd circumstance to be sure. However, for a Tiefling that appears to be within his venerable state of life, you seem to be in peak health. Sadly, I do not believe I have a cure or solution to your malady. I would suggest praying to Sarenrae, and perhaps the Dawnflower would be kind enough to grace you with youth once again." Dr. Milligan's expression seems sombre, as though he is disappointed in his abilities that he cannot better help his fellow Sarenite.
"One other solution I could think of, though it is terribly expensive, would be the sun orchid elixir of Thuvia. It is said to have life prolonging abilities, but its comes in short supply and is terribly expensive as a result..."
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"Oh dear." After seeing the Teifling walk in and hearing the diagnosis of the ailment of the teifling, Carol covers her mouth with her hands in surprise. "I-I heard of that. I believe I am a aasimar as well, but far removed. I have heard many of our allies within the Society being affected by it. They either suddenly advance to an elderly age, or their personal reality becomes warped somehow. It is scary." Carol then hugs herself at the thought of suddenly becoming an old woman.
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A bulky Kellid man walks into the infirmary obviously in pain.
So this is the infirmary, never thought I actually needed to use it at some point, Arrg...
The man clutches his everything in pain.
Is the doctor in the room at the moment? I may need some help.
If you could tell me that I'm really fine and need to sleep it off, that would be great, but if I know any better I can't sleep this off...
"Ah, Mr Harding, good to see you." Dr. Milligan says as he leads Leon to a table. "Please, have a seat."
"Ah, so you've met a rather capable opponent, perhaps another Pathfinder you were sparring with?" Dr. Milligan chuckles before taking out a small notepad. "Well, I suppose you could sleep it off, but...it'd take about a month under normal circumstances. Now, don't fret, I understand that you probably don't have the patience to wait that long, nor do the Venture-Captains, and thus a more...immediate option would be preferable."
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Carol is startled when the new patient comes into the infirmary. "Er. Ye-Yes?" Carol moves next to Dr. Milligan and sees the bulky Kellid man being examined by the doctor. After the doctor notes impatience of pathfinders, Carol speaks up. "I can mend your wounds if you wish, I'll start with a cure moderate wounds."
Carol sighs at her meager performance. "My apologies. My focus is not here right now. If you wish, I can cast another."
She casts Cure Moderate wounds.
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I need to be in decent physical condition for my students, have to set a good example so another would be swell.
Leon averts his eyes before turning back to the doctor.
Turns out that : at the pathfinder society, your seniors will leave you a badly beaten mess on the floor.
Leon then cracks a smile and says.
But hey, at least she accepted my offer of coming to my dojo as a guest, so the students will have a field day.
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Getting back to the Infirmary, Carol worries as she prepares for any patients within. I wonder if any healers are in too... Though I kinda hope no one is here.
Carol finishes getting ready and enters the infirmary proper and sees no one around. ... I guess the healers is on call somewhere. She looks around and sees on the board that nearly everyone is out and about since the Grand Lodge got attacked.
She sighs and decides to take a seat to wait around till anyone comes in. "I kinda hope that any of the healers come back. It is kinda creepy here alone."
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Carol shrieks as she doesn't noticed the Tiefling arriving into the Infirmary. She spins around on the stool she is sitting on... And spins around for a while.
When it finally stops, She tries to stand up, but then sits back down, holding her dizzy head. "Dont... Do... That..." She looks towards him after he speaks. "Oh... Um, I don't need healing. I came here in case anyone came in that does need healing." As Carol explains. She calms down before standing. A bit woozy still, she introduces herself. "My name is Carol Silverstar. If you are need of healing;" She looks around the Infirmary before turning back to the Tiefling. "I guess I will be the one that will heal you."
She gives him a quick look, and then raises an eyebrow.
"Um, are you really a healer?"
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"Er-hem." A Wayang with several odd physical features clears his throat. "I apologize for my tardiness, but I am qualified for work in the Infirmary as well."
The Wayang sets down a bag carefully, the clatter of glass and metal easily heard within. He coughs a couple times, but seems to pay little attention to it as he procures a journal and flips to the page where a bookmark sits.
"Now, are there any bodies to be inspected?"
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A cheerful gnome pokes his head into the infirmary. "If you need a hand healin' people, I'd be chuffed to lend a hand. I know a thing or two about healing. I've been mixing up herbal remedies for years, and lately Sarenrae has been giving me magic powers - take away diseases with a touch of my hand sort of stuff. Imagine that! Me . . . with magic powers."
"It came in pretty handy when we were fighting demons, up in the Worldwound. There was this one that everyone was scared of because it was making everyone sick - my mate, Lota (he's good in a fight, but no magic powers) and my dog, Hope." The gnome pauses to point to a large St. Bernard that has followed him into the infirmary. The dog has a slight otherworldly glow, and there is a small flask attached to its collar. "Apparently, Sarenrae gave me magic powers, and she gave me a magic dog, but the magic dog can still get sick. Very odd."
"Anyway, as I was saying, we were fighting this demon, and it was making everyone sick, but I totally had it under control. I could make them not sick almost as fast as the demon was making them sick! I couldn't fly, though. That was a bit of a problem, but Lota had a potion. I made him not sick, he flew, he killed the demon. Teamwork! That's what the Pathfinders are all about." He pauses for a moment, perhaps marking the end of a story, but before anyone can interrupt he launches into another tale.
"I even kept my dog alive when she got eaten by a dinosaur, but that's a different story . . . Say, is anyone actually hurt in here? Sometimes I get telling stories and I forget I'm supposed to be working."
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Carol turns to see the new arrivals into the Infirmary. She smiles as she notes that they mention that they are healers. A weird little thing and a gnome.
A Wayang. Okay.
"Ah, excuse me." As she says to the Tiefling. Turning to the arrivals, she greets them. "Hello, welcome to the Infirmary. Thankfully it is empty right now, but in our profession, that won't last." She sighs before continuing.
"My name is Carol Silverstar, oracle and assistant healer of the Society. If you'd like, I'll write your name on the board so people know you are in?" Carol moves over to the board to prepare writing in names when she noticed that she did not write in her name. Oh, oops" And she fills in a line in the assistant column with her name.
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Markov nods, pulling a convenient stool over to the notice board and writing down under the assistant column; Doctor Markov Von Dunkelstein (Cln)
"Yes, I suppose recording the time spent working here makes enough sense." Markov comments off-handedly. He makes his way to a corner area, and opens his bag again, pulling out a variety of medical tools and laying them neatly on a metal tray beside him.
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Carol puts the chalk down on the board before having a seat nearby. "Well, it is nice to meet both of you then." She glances at the board before continuing. "Markov and Phil. Well, the board is there to so people know who is in, and if they are ready. With most at the local temple to Sarenrae, not many choose to help out here. I mean, we do have those... Teleporting Wizards and the Hao Jin Tapestry. So this place is like a busy harbor." She turns to the Tiefling. "And yes, I have to say I am glad that there are not patients today. Though in our line of work, such things are needed."
She looks at the various books on the desk and pulls one out of a stack. "You know, I had to do a couple things the first day I was here. Had to use the Cure Light Wounds and Lesser Restoration spells that day." She taps a finger on the bindings of the book. "Also had to help a man adjust to life of the Society. One of those... Mix-up with Dreng again."
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Helping those in need is not unheard of in dear Calistrrria's temple. On the march my ability to currre crrritical wounds is highly desirred.
Yet my time in the parhfinderrr lodge is almost at an end. Sadly, I am wanted near Irrisen to remove some stubborn snow. Not that I know why, snow feels no love.... My abilities are wasted on odd nuance. But, my Librarianatrixness is not to be denied.... so I will go afterrr taking care of two old issues.
Firrst is a stubborrn pairr of old foes, my dear Zzarrta's foes... I will make them beg herrr forrgivness beforrre the end. A fitting amusement, she will apprrreciate my last gesturrre Then a small rreconoiter in the rrealm of the mammoth lorrrds. Someone always in need of rrrescue.
If I surrvive, off to Irrisen... sigh I hope therre will be some rrays of sunshine in that currsed rrealm. It sounds so cold, and I prreferr to be warrm.
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Barjandar looks up at his name on the chalk board. "Thanks for writing my name up there, Miss Silverstar. Someone wasn't thinking when they put it so high on the wall. It's a mite inconvenient for us with short legs."
His attention is quickly turned in another direction when he hears Doctor Love mention the Realm of the Mammoth Lords. "Oh, that's where I just came back from! If you see a demon mammoth, please come tell me about it after. We didn't get to see one when I was there. We saw mammoths, and we saw demons, but no demon mammoths. He pauses and gives a disappointed sigh.
"Just imagine what one would look like . . . huge . . . and furry . . . and breathing fire, or maybe with some pincer claws in place of its tusks. There's something you don't see every day." He sighs again and adds more slowly, "It's probably against one of the paladin codes to wish for something that endangers the rest of the party just because it would be cool looking . . . Being a paladin is hard sometimes."
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Carol looks towards Barjandar. "Ah, sorry. I think there is a step ladder over..." She gestures with a book in her hand till she is pointing towards a step ladder at the far end of the infirmary along with a few others. "There. There are a few more of them too."
She turns back to the desk and is about to open the book when there are talks about demonic mammoths. "...What? No. Nononono. I have heard of Huge demons. They are really not nice. Don't let a demon have a strength of a mammoth. That would definitely be, down right evil." She waves the book she is holding in front of her face.
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Carol turns back around to see the scarred dwarf. "Oh my. Are you alright Mr Dwarf? Er, to cool off? I have my cantrip spell of Create Water. Would that be suitable?"
She gets up and goes to the back to retrieve a large bottle. "This should be decent." As she mentions while walking back to the Dwarf. She puts the bottle on the desk, and casts Create Water into the bottle. She hands the now full bottle to him before speaking. "It will last for a day. So please enjoy it."
She looks at the dwarf and she raise an eyebrow.
She sits back down before thinking a bit. Noting his condition. "Though if you like, I might be able to fix together a soaking tub for you."
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"Let's just say the last bath I took was of the molten variety. Ground was slippery, and footing not so good. Still managed to beat the tar outta one o' dem roper things. As for, that man, I think there's a different thing wrong with him, compared ta me," Arthus spoke as he took the bottle of cool water. "Maybe if ya teach me ta build one, may be a bit easier? I dun mind tha visits though. Get ta see interestin' folks!" The dwarf laughs slightly.
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"I have heard of... Torch? I never met the guy though." Carol ponders a bit. "But I have heard of the times he likes to "Greet" people in a bathtub. Ick. Anyway..."
She puts the book down gently on the desk. "Well, for one. The tub could be anything that can have your whole body submerged in water. Big enough barrel cut in half. A big cast iron pot. Who knows really." Carol shrugs a bit before continuing. "You can look into a portable tub too. Basically a large waterproof canvas on a wooden frame. Easy to put together, and take apart."
She puts her hands on her lap. "Getting water, well, is easy, you get it, or ask someone to get it for you. Though if you want a remedy added to it, asked a healer for that."
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A tall brown-skinned man, possibly Osiriani or Kellish, enters the room. He is dressed in white robes with red trim, his hair: shoulder-length and black. He wears a glowing symbol of Saranrae on his neck, and he has his nose in a book as he rapidly reads through it at a frankly unbelievable pace.
"Apologies" he says with a strange accent that seems difficult to place.
"I meant to not be dropping eaves, but I heard predicament."
He shuts his book and quickly casts a simple spell on Arthus.
"There you go sir . . . I do not think I catch name. Anyway, you should now feel no discomfort from environment for twenty-four hours. Perhaps look into getting friend to cast Endure Elements on you once per day. Very useful spell. Now, have any of you seen my brother?"
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Carol notes the two new arrivals into the infirmary. She notes the tall brown skinned man cast a spell on the Dwarf.
Carol raises an eyebrow when she figures out what kind of spell it was. "Oh! Endure Elements. I did not think of that. That works too, as long as he does not go near any rather hot places that the spell does not cover." She gets back up and heads to the board.
She turns to the man in whites robes with red trim. "I am sorry, but I don't think I got your name?" She turns to the meditative man named Halloran and greets him. "Welcome. I'll put your name on the board... Since you said you can heal many ailments, shall I put you as one of the lead healers?"
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"Lead healers? Oh, I am not thinking this is good idea. I have some knowledge of how to cure ailments of the magical, but I cannot remove diseases or healed weakened vigor. Well, I can, but only by exploiting popular 'Ardoc' technique that allows non-clerics to cast cleric spells from scroll. That is neither here nor there though.
Ach, I did not introduce myself, my manners, they must have been dropped down drainpipe, as it is said. My name is Zhevlzhenjay. Temporary pathfinder. I am looking for brother of mine. Name is Smrt. Older man, like me, who is . . . how you say . . . back-hunched. No, huchback? No that means something else . . . he has poor body position. Obsessed with undead. He has been avoiding my person for days now. I thought me might hide in here, because he thinks this is last place I would look for him."
The pathfinder turns to Doctor Love.
"Oh, that is facinating theory. I am not, how you say, versed well in the nuances of healing, so I do not know if that would work. Of course, Heal spell would help poor dwarf, but I cannot cast this. The extent of my healing powers are mostly for the triage, simple mending of flesh. If you test, you must right down. I will help you publish chronicle. I own shipping company, I could help spread word. Go down to docks district and ask for "The Learned Scholar." Is my ship."