RP:Joan Begins Healer Training

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This is a Healer's Guild RP.



Synopsis: Joan begins training with Crazy Maude in the Sacred Shrine in Kelay.

Sacred Shrine, Kelay

Joan ::After having reported to Emilia the other evening and gaining entrance to the Healers Guild via her experience and the letter of introduction the dryad Rhaevyn Ashlyren was kind enough to write for her Joan Blackheart, the budding Necromancer slash healer felt it was only right to spend her first day of training at the scared shrine in Kelay under the guidance of crazy Maude. The older woman had set the vampire merchant to work as soon as she presented her badge to the older woman and let her know she was a novice healer. Joan spent part of the morning washing and organizing cubbies where basic herbs where stored to make herbal medical teas, ripping up clean good cloth into strips, rolling them up and storing them away in the cubbies Maude had marked, chopping up vegetables, cleaning the cooking pot, fetching water, putting on water for soup, putting in the chopped up vegetables and picked herbs into the pot to make her special soup, sweeping the shrine, severing soup to those that asked for it. Joan did assist Maude if a bigger heavier wounded victim came in for help, by helping carry the person in and setting them on the slab, fetching the bandages, holding limbs up and out, even fetching clean water or the special herbs requested by the older woman. She’d take clean little clothes and dab at scraps and cuts when directed, careful to clean in and around the wounds as Maude instructed, always dipping her cloth back in the water or special herb paste when told so, or throwing away the cloth when it was to soaked and dirty and using a clean new one. When the waste basket was full Joan would take it outside around back to the marked bin knowing before long it would need to be properly disposed of.


Emilia had received a letter earlier this morning from Maude informing her of the hard work she was putting her newest addition to. It was with this letter that the Genasi made her way to visit the old healer in Kelay with a similar rouse to every visit the head healer made when a fresh one started their duties. The healer sported a hood cloak that was ages old with the fabric faded once black to a dingy grey with patches holding spots together. This cloak was old, dirty, and possibly never washed for it smelled like the swamps in Gualon, perhaps worse as flies could be seen buzzing around the figure. The hood was pulled snugly over her head masking those snow-white features that marked the ice woman apart in a crowd. Each step was made with a noticeable gimp accompanied by a small thump of the gnarled walking stick. Blood dripped from a hidden arm within one of the dirty old sleeves from a fresh wound leaving spots as a trail to where the foulest of smelling customers had been. It was with a deep groaning moan of slurred words, possibly drunken as nothing coming out of the mouth sounded human or common tongue. Maude was busy with one client already tending to a burn wound of a kitchen aide. Raising a glance the crazy old healer looked to Joan, “Oi’, Yu, get tha’ patient thar. Cant’che smell tha’ bleedin’? Hop to, eet!”


Joan took a moment to wash her hands anew in fresh water and soap, drying them on a clean hand towel as she nods her understanding to the older woman, making a gesture with the towel before she tucks it away she indicates for the hooded cloaked figure to take a seat, the vampire didn’t much bother with the smell of this victim, nor was off-put by the flies, she worked with corpses in rather worst conditions and smelled a heck of a lot nastier. “Can you show me where on you that you are hurt?” Joan ask in clear common, fetching clean bandages, small swab clothes, a tiny basin of water and some herbal sab to use to dab on cuts that was Maude’s go to for basic antibiotics, these she gathered from a common table and cubbie holes, half turned towards the cloaked figure as she offered a smile.


Emilia |The figured followed with wobbly limping steps that lead over to the seat that had been offered. There was a groan of sorts that left the lips of the creature-being that sounded nothing like words, “Arh-vraa-grii braow.” Setting the walking stick to the side the sleeve of left arm was slid upward to reveal a wound most hideous that should have been treated weeks ago. The arm itself sported a deep brown-green flesh that suggested perhaps an orc or other similar race. The wound on the arm ran a deep gash from just above the wrist to nearly the inner elbow in a diagonal pattern that had been packed at one point with what appeared to be swamp moss. As it stood now the flesh had not closed itself, the wound was foul smelling with gobs of yellow and green puss oozing out of it along with pools of blood. The edges of it were at one point cauterized poorly with an unclean tool. This was beyond a simple infection. A small pop sound as a blister of sorts popped squirting out more puss at Joan. Wait, there was something wiggling in between the flesh? Maggots.


Joan shakes her head sadly as she looks over the mess, “Okay...let me get the tweezers here, looks like you got some maggots in the wound.” She reaches for the tweezers on the nearby table and sets them within reach before grabbing a basin of soapy warm water and a sponge, “I’m gonna need to clean this out with soapy warm water, sludge off the dead infected skin, pat it all dry, tweezer out the maggots, pour a herbal medication that Maude has over and into the wound, which is gonna sting like a bit*h...disinfect it, dab healing sab all over it and then have Maude look it over...I don’t think I’m allowed to do stitches on my first full day, she decides if you get stitches or not...if not then I’ll bandage you up, alright?!” Joan ask in a clear tone, making sure she spoke slow so the victim could catch and follow all she said and explained, and that Maude could hear and follow along and correct Joan if she missed any steps. Joan did her best to project a calm and professional attitude.


Emilia |Maude listened from where she was tending another wounded soul on the other side of the room. She spoke up, “Clean eet good an’ I shall come hav’ a looksee when ye’ done.” It was the only comment that she had to say at this moment. It sounded to her like the lady had listened and paid attention well on this first day working for her. Secretly she was happy that the healer lady had not chosen to fake a half cut off hand again. The being under the cloak let out another low grumbling groan as if it was agreeing, hopefully, to the treatment plan that Joan had rambled about to the patient. The hidden healer beneath it wasn’t worried about the wound being washed as the Genasi had very carefully worked with Edith to pull off the wound on her arm, however she might sport a stained green arm for a few days after this. The only oddity Joan might find in cleaning the wound out of all debris is that where the bone should be would be something glinting of metal over white hued. Like any disgruntled patient as Joan worked it would jerk the arm back as if in pain here and there while letting out low moaning yhelps of pain.


Joan would pause and wait every time the patient jerked their arm back while she cleaned out and around the wound. The soapy warm water growing gross and icky before she was halfway done, Joan would exchange the basin with a clean one, as well as a clean sponge, mindful of the goopy pus she also had to clean with her small squares of cloth, these she disposed of in the waste basket, with care scooping out the goop, pus and wiping away sludge off dead skin before going in with her soapy warm sponge to clean these areas of the wound. Next she change the basin once again to just clear plain warm water to wipe the whole wound clean and clear before using a clean towel to pat the wound dry, next she’d move to pick up the tweezers, and quick and efficiently she tweezer up and out the maggots from the wound. These followed the disposed icky cloth squares into the waste basket, the tweezers going into the warm water tto be swished around each time after she plucked one maggot out and dropped it into the basket. Again she’d wash the wound after she finished, pat it dry once more before she took up the herbal medication of Maude’s and poured it all over and into the wound...yeah this was gonna sting. She’d disinfect it soon after and then follow-up with a good amount of healing sab slathered over the large wound area. She did notice the strange glint of metal, but she didn’t question the cloaked figure, it wasn’t her place. “Maude would you like to look over this wound? It might need stitches.” Joan would pat as the patient’s wrist in a kindly manner as she awaits the older women’s verdict.


Emilia made the strangest fake shrieking low toned sound when Joan added the herbal medication into wound. Unable to feel naturally the Genasi played on acting skills to mimic sounds previously heard from patients over the years. Maude would jerk her head up quickly to take a look over at what in hollow Joan was doing over there. Hiding the chuckle under her breath the she went back to finishing up salving over the cleaned burns for her patient. Once she finished Maude found her way over to where Joan sat with her patient with a freshly cleaned out arm wound, “Naw’ theis one ‘eals ove’r nigh’. She a spec-i-ale thang she is. Ya might eve’ know her.” Maude gave a good chuckling laugh as she slapped the patient on the shoulder hard enough that it knocked off the hood to reveal the guild leader, Emilia. Maude was still laughing as she spoke, “Oi, Emz, ya’ had meh goin’ fur a moment. Tha’ sound yer made was ear rattlin’! Tank goodness ya’ didnit play tha near severed hand one! And they callen me tha’ crazzeee one!” Slapping Joan on the shoulder Maude gaze a smile to her, “Ya’ did good lass.” With this she departed over to a new patient walking in. Emilia turned those icy-blue eyes over on Joan, “Ya did well work with a nasty arm gash there. I might suggest that when working with the depth of a wound like this that you don’t want to over dry the inside like a superficial wound would be.” Her comments were friendly, but she did get a good review. The wound on the genasi already starting to slowly seal itself with the woman not focusing on preventing it from mending.


Joan chuckles herself good naturally as she moves to clean up the basins she used, dumping the dirty water into a large bucket, disposing of the dirty towels into the laundry hamper and putting away the healing medication and sab. “Okay, I was being mindful of cross infection with all that pus and the maggots.”


Emilia said to Joan, "In a wound that bad we have strong stuff for that."


Joan said to Emilia, "Alrighty! Now I know, and knowing it half the battle. *goes to pick up the dirty water bucket and disposed bandages waste basket.* Do these used bandages get magically cleaned or burnt? And where do I dispose of the used water? And should I report back here tomorrow?"


Emilia slid out of the rather smelly cloak, folding it and setting it on the chair where she sat. "We burn away our dirty waste here as much as we can, and the water gets tossed into the compost piles that Maude keeps. As for tomorrow you can report back here unless you have other lessons to attend to. A few weeks here with Maude will get you settled into the proper cleaning of wounds and basic mending to them. Talyara is well skilled with the herbs being a witch. You can request her for some help learning those."


Joan nods, filing away what Emilia tells her. “Check, check, double check, if you will excuse me now, I’ll tend to these used bandages then and locate the compost pile to pour the dirty water on. You have a good evening!” With that Joan would dart around a new patient that was making their way in as she exited out of the shrine and into the night to finish up the last bit of chores.