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July Catch-All
🧙 WHO: Yvelon and you!
⚔️️ WHAT: Some taskboard things and whatever else comes up
🕒 WHEN: Throughout July
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot Medical Care Centers, Ash mountains, around Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: Injury/illness talk, possible combat
[Summer Fever]
[A]
[Yvelon had taken to helping out any medical centers that were short staffed since his arrival. It served to strengthen his healing magic with practice, so by the time the illness broke out he had enough of a handle on it to be of decent use. It wasn’t a deadly illness but with the volume coming in it certainly required careful pacing.
So he dedicated himself to working around the clock to see things taken care of. ]
[A-1]
[Yvelon pressed the back of his hand to his patient’s forehead, while glancing over their information on a clipboard. Perhaps he’s making a house call, perhaps he’s at one of the medical centers, regardless he’s diligently doings his rounds.]
The good news is your fever has broken, you are on the mend. [He turns to rumage through his supplies for a small bottle.] The bad news is that you are not out of the woods yet, and thus you must still take your medicine. It will only taste worse as your sinuses clear up.
[he pours a small capfull and holds itout to his patient.]
Drink.
[A-2]
[Working around the clock always has an inevitable outcome, as no one can remain awake forever. Thus Yvelon could be found in a chair, slumped foreward over notes he’d been taking on the illness. Needless to say, his shift is over, and he should probably be woken and sent home before he developes a kink in his neck, and with an obscenely long elezen neck, that could be crippling.]
[B]
[He’d seen the mission, and knew right off that sending unprepared fools out into the wilderness could only end in disaster. Lo and belhold, no sooner had he gathered his supples and head out he’d heard rumors of a certain minotaur running amok. Not the problem he was expecting to deal with, but one he was prepared for all the same.
He comes across one sorry-looking adventurer and the remains of a humble camp trashed in a struggle. He leaned over the individual his hands neatly folded behind him.]
Minotaur I presume?
⚔️️ WHAT: Some taskboard things and whatever else comes up
🕒 WHEN: Throughout July
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot Medical Care Centers, Ash mountains, around Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: Injury/illness talk, possible combat
[Summer Fever]
[A]
[Yvelon had taken to helping out any medical centers that were short staffed since his arrival. It served to strengthen his healing magic with practice, so by the time the illness broke out he had enough of a handle on it to be of decent use. It wasn’t a deadly illness but with the volume coming in it certainly required careful pacing.
So he dedicated himself to working around the clock to see things taken care of. ]
[A-1]
[Yvelon pressed the back of his hand to his patient’s forehead, while glancing over their information on a clipboard. Perhaps he’s making a house call, perhaps he’s at one of the medical centers, regardless he’s diligently doings his rounds.]
The good news is your fever has broken, you are on the mend. [He turns to rumage through his supplies for a small bottle.] The bad news is that you are not out of the woods yet, and thus you must still take your medicine. It will only taste worse as your sinuses clear up.
[he pours a small capfull and holds itout to his patient.]
Drink.
[A-2]
[Working around the clock always has an inevitable outcome, as no one can remain awake forever. Thus Yvelon could be found in a chair, slumped foreward over notes he’d been taking on the illness. Needless to say, his shift is over, and he should probably be woken and sent home before he developes a kink in his neck, and with an obscenely long elezen neck, that could be crippling.]
[B]
[He’d seen the mission, and knew right off that sending unprepared fools out into the wilderness could only end in disaster. Lo and belhold, no sooner had he gathered his supples and head out he’d heard rumors of a certain minotaur running amok. Not the problem he was expecting to deal with, but one he was prepared for all the same.
He comes across one sorry-looking adventurer and the remains of a humble camp trashed in a struggle. He leaned over the individual his hands neatly folded behind him.]
Minotaur I presume?