RP:It's The Other Way Around!

Part of the Hour of Wolves Arc

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Summary: Thamalys informs Queen Hildegarde of a recent discovery of his - which however has only the potential of worsening the current situation in terms of the Ice Spice madness. However, the Blue also claims he is getting closer to a concoction useful enough - if only he could find a Druid. Luckily, the Silver has some advice for him...

Frostmaw: Healing Room

Hildegarde attended the clinic not as a patient, but as a concerned matron. As Queen of Frostmaw, it was her duty to see that the clinic had enough supplies to run effectively and efficiently but it was her duty as a knight that compelled her to visit the clinic and its patients. “How are we doing today?” she asked aloud, getting a mixed response: some were sleeping, some were in high spirits and others held contempt for their Queen. She was the one who had commanded their confinement here until all traces of the substance had left their system and they loathed her for it. Addiction was a powerful thing. It didn’t bother Hilde much. She knew this was not their true state.

Thamalys made his entrance into the not-so-enormous room with the manners of a creature devoured by haste. Barefooted as always, the rest of the Avian was clad in an attire which in all fairness did not look exceedingly awful. A long, velvety robe, that is, pitch black, with silvery flames embroidered all throughout, fell from his shoulders down to the ankles. He hinted one step further, and even if in that very moment the voice of the Silver caught him, he would have not slow down. In fact, he hurried along. “My Queen…” he briskly saluted with a hint of a bow, while shortening the distance separating the two of them. “It is good to see you - and I am sure these people are especially grateful to witness their sovereign visiting” - he tilted his head slightly, eventually stopping right on front of the Dragon. “There is also… well, I am sure you wanted to know that I have been making some progress - albeit not in the direction I was hoping. Here…” he went on, producing a tiny satchel from said robe, and offering it whole to the Queen. Inside, the finest blackish powder was contained - with a shade of crimson, in fact. Ominous indeed…

Hildegarde turned on her heel as brisk steps approached her, “M’lord,” she greeted respectfully, lapsing into silence so he might get to his point. Hildegarde is a blunt woman, after all. As he produces a satchel containing a crimson tinted concoction, Hildegarde accepts it and withdraws the vial only to lift it up to the light to examine the vial. Her sole eye squints slightly to get a better look at it. “I’m no alchemist…” she tells him, hinting at him for an explanation.

Thamalys nodded intently: “Well, I thought - I - was, but this hellish product has been eluding my efforts for far too long!” he muttered in a low voice, golden sparks flaring within his solid blue eyes. “You see, I have been trying to do two things: reducing the addictive power of the drug, as well as diminishing the actual intensity of the effect. Unfortunately…” he sighed, crossing his arms, his long dreadlocks swaying accordingly to the slow, if persistent oscillating motion of his cranium. “… he would seem I manage to obtained a variation of the powder that indeed does not create any sort of addiction - or at least that’s what some preliminary observation tell me… but on the other hand the effect is enhanced. So much in fact, that… oh, well… Mavis? Oi, Mavis!” he called loudly enough, hand outstretching toward one human sit in the very far corner of the room. “Would you mind to… describe, that is, the effect to your Queen, yes?” he asked with a note of command.

|| Mavis || “My… my Queen! I… I didn’t want to! I never did! This fellow here, this… he says he’s Healer but he gave me stuff… anyway, anyway, the new thing. It’s good, m’Queen…” he dreamingly uttered poor Mavis From the Corner, eyes rolling toward the sky as if he could actually remember some of the bliss. “I felt invincible, and fearless! This Healer says I was so pissed and violent he had to knock me down, but I still felt great! You should definitely… I mean, it’s great stuff, great stuff - but this tall fellow here would not let me have some more… pity…”

Hildegarde isn’t too sure what she’s hearing. “Are you telling me that you have made a substance that does the same but is not quite so addictive?” she asks for clarification. She’s not too sure if she likes this.

Thamalys sort of lowered his eyes for a moment, much as a kid caught while blatantly stealing some biscuits from a jar. But then, an Avian he remained, even before the Silver, so that he raised his head again, nailing his gaze upon her and fiercely stating what the Dragon already righteously feared. “Not the same. It does much more. Same sort of effect, but multiplied. And yes, no side effects. Mavis - and few others, in fact - were all very clear about that point. I even dared to try a pinch myself, after a long dark flight into the snowy mountains. I don’t know…” he sighed, shifting his weight from one skinny leg to the other. “It’s probably not very useful - these days - but it has some potential per se… what do you think? Should I keep trying? I had two dwarves almost killing each other two days ago for a dose, and still two innocent kids laying in Emilia’s GreenHouse, awfully sick…” his voice broke at that point, unable to go on while recalling the horror.

Hildegarde shook her head, not too sure what to think. A substance that was non-addictive? The mind could surely trick itself. How could anything not be addictive? If someone craved its effects enough, surely it would be. “We need a cure for these people, a detox. Not a substitute,” she told him after a long pause. “I am not sure I hold much faith in the concept of a substance that is not addictive.”

Thamalys took a step away, fetching from the bench nearby a long pipette filled with a yellowish gel. “Of course, my Queen. Of course. In fact, I believe I am very close, now. See this one? According to a receipt I dearly paid for, I am one step away… I only need a Druid, in fact…”, he offered with some hope. “The last ingredient… it’s a tricky one, laying in Sage. I know where it is, but I can’t get it without a Trees’ Shepard. How long do you think this City can resist before this madness spreads too much? By the Wind, it got to the kids even… is beyond any Healer’s nightmare…” and with that he stumbled, for a miracle only managing to balance the pipette - shortly after putting it away again, but only after having carefully checked that only the eye of the Silver was upon him. Last thing he wanted was somebody like Mavis ruining the efforts of weeks in the name of yet another dose…

Hildegarde nodded in acknowledgement of this, “I see,” she knows that he needs some help, but she can ill afford to leave Frostmaw in its time of need. “I will send word to Sabrina of the Healer’s Guild. I will pay for the guild’s services, but I would like more hands on deck to assist you with this matter. Emrith Kohl, man of Frostmaw, is a Sage born elf. He might be able to assist you in your search for the ingredient. He is no druid, however,” she explains. “But his skills are undeniable.”

Thamalys was slightly but plainly taken aback by the suggestion. “Emrith? Ah, I did not know he was Sage born… how interesting…” he commented bringing his tattooed hand to scratch the profile of his jawbone, sharp and pale as ever. “I shall probably pay a visit to him soon, then - no need to worry about Mavis and the others, Ma’am. Emilia is more than capable to handle them all, and hopefully Sabrina herself will make her way to Frostmaw soon enough. There are some… who are beyond my skill to cure, I fear. Anything else, my Queen?” he politely inquired, albeit clearly hinting that his Avian mind was already set on finding Emrith - and finally get that tree marrow once and for all.

Hildegarde said to you, "Only my thanks, Thamalys. I hope your wings swiftly carry you to Emrith. For the sake of these people.”

Thamalys managed to produce a stiff bow - but his Queen would have recognised by now, the hallmark of the respect the Spellbade felt for the Silver, even within the brisk gestures of the Blue. “Thy will be done, Ma’am. With your permission…” and thus he turned on his heels, pacing already fast enough toward the door. And yet, he felt the need to wave a hand offering a rebuke before leaving that space: “Mavis, I shall be back well before you think… stay away from that bench - I will know if you do not, and then… well, then I’d let Lady Emilia dealing with you… are we clear? Good, good…” he mumbled in an undertone while squeezing his massive, feathery shapes into the doorframe. At least, there was a flight to be enjoyed - and that, that was something to look for as always. As such, he eventually vanishes into the Frosty air…

This RP is linked to: RP:Into the - Creepy - Woods