RP:Flames of Compassion
This is a Healer's Guild RP.
Synopsis: Penelope is stocking up on supplies to transfer back to Kelay when Joan meets with the healer. In the midst of their talking, an enchanted ice stone malfunctions and blows up–causing great catastrophic damage to Ruari Erickson. Penelope is out of it seeing her great friend in a dangerous state that Joan is called to step in and take over. With great responsibility and thinking quickly on her feet, Joan is rewarded with an herbal pouch and has officially become a journeyman healer.
Healer’s Guild
Penelope :: All had been mildly serene, despite the construction knocking about the halls. Penelope had been trying to obtain resources to bring back to Sage, as Yerrel owned only a quaint little healing hut, so stock normally went out faster than the clinician wanted them to. Crates were being hauled outside of the guild to Delilah, Penelope’s cream-colored horse, that was attached to a large wagon. Ruari Erickson had also been loading up the back of the wagon. “Just a few more crates, Ruar. Really, we just need the stock of enchanted healing stones, and a couple elixirs and we will be headed back to Kelay in no time.” Sure this would be an easy day, right? A casual, cool, and collected day. Inventory days were always the smoothest.
Joan made her way along up to the guilds entrance, the vampiric healer giving a polite nod and wave in greeting to the two men outside loading up the supplies, she'd duck inside the bustling guild hall, the slim undead woman dodges this or that worker as she made her way towards where Penelope was, her hand raised up in greeting as she called out to the other woman, "Hey there woman! I'm here to report in and grab up some more supplies. I already made a trip out to the Rynvale clinic and healer's place. They should be stocked up for the coming week."
Penelope turned to head back inside the walls of the Healer’s Guild before noticing out of her peripheral a familiar purple haze. Moss eyes shift to the vampire. “Hey!” There was enthusiasm in that tone of hers. She stares at Joan before connecting the dots. A deliverer. A smile crept across sun-kissed skin. “Bless your soul. Literally getting out to Rynvale is not my cup of tea. Boats make me nauseous.” A seasick one. “I’m sure those in Rynvale are grateful.” She throws a nod Joan’s way. “Hey! Speaking of stock, I have something that I was going to give you that might make it easier for y–” Just then, serene talk was over. A large boom echoes through the area before a certain half-elf on the wagon flies back off. Delilah lifts up in a horrid, spooked neigh before running off down the cobble with the cart of supplies. Penelope is quick to react, “Delilah! Whoa, girl, wait!” She yells before Ruari Erickson is screaming in pain on the ground out of shock. Blue powder and frost was showering around the outside area in the small vicinity they were in. It seems that maybe an enchanted ice stone malfunctioned. The half-elf lays on the ground with small shards of icicles lodged in his chest. A wound split open and covered in magical ice that was expanding like frostbite. Forget the horse, Penelope was automatically on the ground. Mentors that were in the guild building look mortified and people are hollering to go fetch the horse, while Penelope is calling for Joan. “Joan! Help me! Please!”
Joan paused in mid-stride on her way towards the other woman only to turn on one fine leather heel shoe and rush out towards the sound of that loud ‘boom’, making it outside where the two fellows where working loading that cart moments before the vampiric healer catches the sight of the galloping scared off horse, next to draw her attention upwards as the loud cracking of the broken and falling deadly icicles now has her focus, they fall down crashing about her and the two men, using her supernatural speed and small amount of strength she does her best to slap and smack anyout of her away managing to protect herself and the other fellow but it seems poor Ruari took the brunt of the accident. Pinching at the bridge of her nose she’d move to take a knee on the other side of Penelope over the fallen half-elf. She glanced over the spreading frostbite. Not giving it much thought as she overhead her guild leader the undead woman would focus on her hand as she channeled forth her conection to the Dark Tides, shadowy dark purple flames engulf her icy pale hand as she reaches to grasp at the problem icicle, fingers curling around the frosty thing her gaze narrowing as she pours heat into the shadow flame, she should be able to melt the icicle and chase after the magical spreading frostbite.
Penelope is having a hard time catching her breath from the adrenaline. Ruari was everything to the druid, which meant that this might have been a conflict of interest with assisting in her best mentality, but she knew she would also have to pull herself together. Penelope is staring wide-eyed for a long moment in the midst of panic while Ruari is tilting his chin back in agony. Luckily, Joan is in the right mindset, and she is a magical healer, where the Ardelian was non-magical. The deep purple flames spread to meet the ice that was spreading across Ruari’s chest and internally in the wound. The ice would begin to warm where half-elf’s skin would turn a beat red with the heat from the shadow flame. Eventually, with the long, idle stare, the Ruari’s groans would come back into the druid’s ears. Back in the moment the freckled healer would be. Quickly, Penelope would reach in her side-satchel for gauze to start pressing on the open wound where the ice dissipated to put pressure on the blood that was oozing in the midst of melted water. Her hands were shaking mildly due to her friend being beneath her blood-covered hands. “I… I have stuff to apply a, uh, uhm,” she could not think for a moment. “Suture. Sorry,” her mind had been fuzzy. “Once the blood slows…” Joan would have to lead this one, as the tangled haired girl was in a panicked state. Green eyes glance down towards Ruari’s face. “It’ll be okay. You’re fine.” If he did not lose too much blood. She puts her weight into the cloth over his chest to slow the bleeding. Whoever made that stone was going to get a full earload from this short, feisty human.
Joan gives the shaken other healer a reassuring smile, moving to quickly palace her own supply of clean gauze other the smaller wounds, appling the right amount of pressure to each one as she looks over the half-elf’s twisted in pain features. “We could sutura each of these up, but I would suggest magical healing, that way we can make sure to chase out any lingering bits of that magical frostbite should any trace remain. I can close them up to the point there will be faint impact scars on the flesh.” She speaks to her fellow healer and to the man, “It’s up to you sir, what do you prefer? Quick and magical or well also quick but painful…”
Penelope was still understanding the course of magical effects on human anatomy. Normally Penelope would go with a magical resource, like a potion or a healing stone, but all trust was gone in enchanted items today, especially after that blow up. With Joan’s observation, to the clinician, that made the most sense. The vampire was thinking long-term and logically. “You’re right,” but of course, with any type of procedure, meant consent. Ruari struggles for breath through the sharp pain. “Just do what you have to do. Make… it… stop,” the bleeding. He was feeling woozy and white spots began to take over his vision before he lost consciousness. Penelope, with a determined gaze, looked at Joan. “The magical route. We need to stop this. With the scarring, there are salves out there that will make the scarring look better. It’s his life, afterall,” she speaks quickly and thoroughly, trusting Joan to get right into her plan of action. Besides, with Joan doing the magical healing, there would be a sense of control of the wounded area rather than trusting another resource of an enchanted object.
Joan nods, looking slightly amused at the half-elf passed out. “Alrighty, he is gonna need lots of fluids once he wakes up, the blood loss is no joke and it will take a toll on his body. I can’t replace lost blood, not yet anyways.” She spoke as she shifts about onto her other knee now, bringing her closer to the male and she slapped then clap her icy pale hands together, the remaining warmth that she had channeled into her clasp hands, rubbing them together she spreads that warmth into her other hand while she once again focus, only this time she summon forth her healing energies. Inhale of breath then a exhale follows as Joan lays her glowing hands upon the fellow near the worst of the gauze covered wounds, fingers spread out as she slowly mentally and magically pushed that quickly receding warmth healing energies into the man, each jagged open wound under their gauze covering should be repairing, knitting together and closed. The man’s upper chest was bathed in the magical aura color that Joan herself projected, and slowly faded down and inwards to the torso of the half-elf, disappearing as his body absorbed the magical healing energies. Joan wrinkled her nose as she felt th last of the wounds knit close, the warmth now completely chased away, she could only do magical healings on mortals for so long before her own icy undead coldness returned. “Okay…remove the bloody soak gauzes and check.” She said in a tired tone, the healing wiping her out.
Penelope (1 of 2):: Penelope nodded in agreement at the mention of fluids. Ruari would probably be on bed rest for a few days on watch after this one. The Guild would have to keep him close in the infirmary, as Kelay was quite a distance to reach. Penelope would not want to risk the travel. As Joan hovers her hands over the covered wounds, the magic that is pushed in warmth makes Ruari wake fast and gasp. The pain was excruciating. A loud scream would echo out, and mentors from the guild would gather around and watch the process. Automatically, Ruari is back into his faint state, as the pain was too much. Quick and painful. Joan was correct. Penelope felt a pang in her chest at the reaction to her close friend, but instantly lifted the gauzes to check the wounds that were now sealed closed. Gnarly scars were evident. “The scars will need to be cleaned and covered for at least a week to let the salves set in.” Penelope exhaled in relief before reaching towards her satchel where she would pull out disinfectant to clean the blood around the area of the scars, and she pulled out a jar that was a thick white color. A small hand reaches for another cloth. She dumps the disinfectant liquid on the cloth before dabbing it over Ruari’s blood-stained skin. Opening the jar, she scoops three fingers in before applying the ointment over the fresh scars. Of course the man would need more gauze for coverage.
Penelope (2 of 2):: While Penelope is moving to search for more gauze, she hollers, “What are you all standing around for?! Get him a gurney, stat!” She was, of course, talking to the mentor healers just watching. They begin to scramble and mutter in panic to go get what the half-elf would need to be carried into the guild hall. Moss eyes are focused before glancing up at Joan doe-eyed. “I can’t thank you enough. Just… thank you.” She breathes as if life was entering her own body again. The gratitude and relief washes over her features. “Before all this happened, I was going to give you something that would help in your time of being on your own, as I believe you have the knowledge and skill to handle these tools on your own and help others, as I saw at our guild meeting.” The petite woman stands and Delilah is now coming into the clearing. The cream horse was tied to another horse. The cart on Delilah was still intact. “Thank Gods.” What a whirlwind day. Once Delilah comes closer, Penelope would stroke the horse before reaching into one of the side packs that was linked on the mare before pulling out a leather pouch that had purple embroidering. The healer’s emblem rested in a small corner. She turned to Joan, meanwhile, Ruari was getting packed and wheeled away inside. “This is a herbal pouch. Emilia introduced me to it. It has magical properties. An enchantment of sorts. You can think of an herb, and it will appear. Don’t know the logistics. I’m, of course, only passing on the message from a great mentor of mine who had these made for more experienced members of our guild. I wanted you to have one.” The pouch is offered to the vampire with thankfulness.
Joan got golds along with a snazzy pouch?! Was it her birthday?! Joan would take the offered snazzy pouch (after she cleaned her hands off blood with a small towel), ooh purple just her color she would offer a nod and fanged smile towards Penelope, "Thanks, I'll put it to very good use. I need to report that I have made a few basic medic/healer kits for the new folks and have been handing them out. So far Lita and 'Rani have claimed theirs. It leaves Lovavelle, Kanna, and that bear fellow."
Penelope nodded. “Of course. Thank you, truly,” she holds that last word in sincerity. “Also, thank you for dropping those kits off with the new members. Your help is very appreciated.” Pause. She glances over her shoulders to the man who is being rolled off on a stretcher. “I would love to hear more, but… I think I need to make sure he is okay.” With that being said, the healer nods with a small smile before breaking off. “Good luck on your deliveries, and keep up with the good work. Write to me if you need anything.” And with that the healer disappears in a hurry to meet the unconscious Ruari in the back infirmary.