Ruadnit Troi

Ruadnit Troi posts a warning about Trinsic.

WARNING! THERE IS A FLU BUG GOING AROUND TRINSIC AREA IT IS VERY CATCHING AND VERY NASTY. PLEASE BE ADVISED TO WATCH OUT FOR SICK INDIVIDUALS. IT IS A HUMAN AFFLICTION AND ISNT AFFECTING ANY OTHER PEOPLES. HIGH FEVER, VOMITING, CHILLS, SEVERE HEADACHE ARE THE SYMPTOMS. IF YOU FIND SOMEONE OR ARE EXPERIENCING THE SYMPTOMS PLEASE GO TRINSIC HEALERS TO ELVEN QUARTER INFIRMARY FOR CARE. SYMPTOMS ARE SEVERE BUT ONLY LAST FOR THREE DAYS.


[OCC this is a voluntary event something to have fun with ]

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Silver Warrior, Healer, Mother

Stewan Seagull

Ohh...the colours! Flags and fancy attire everywhere, people from all the lands, mingling and awaiting the fights. A fine evening at Luna Bagball Pitch.

Stewan had arrived early to get a good seat, right in front. Now the ranks had filled and every body sat closely huddled together to get a good view.
Greets and slurs where exchanged and then the tournament started.
A good time was had by all.

After the Battle Royale Stewan headed home, using the moongate.
He stumbled out of Trinsic´s moongate, stumbling and sneezing.

Oh... the colours! greens mostly now, then ochre-yellow with a dash of red.
Someone is talking, offering help?

A familiar scent of blood, herbs and alcohol, finally arrived at the Healers...

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Pancakes are not cooking, they´re housework!

Radish Hat

Lyim had read the notices in the streets, frowned at the thought of yet another pending epidemic sweeping the south. Something to do with the climate, he figured. It might be warmer than the north, but it sure had a penchant for fostering diseases. He recalled having to help cure Trinsic's water supply, the fears of fishermen and other ill people had spurred him long into the nights to find the root, a cure for it.

He was surprised by no small extent when he had read that Iljian was a healer now. A bit of a move up from a rat-catcher. Lyim had spoken with Kimi not days ago, about opening up his practice as a surgeon and physician for the city, he longed to ifnd purpose again after so much time away, lost in his studies of the occult and arcane.

Time would tell, for now. If the powers that be were smart, theyd look him up again to work on the illness sweeping the south, a good alchemist is hard to find these days, and though he had other reputations not so sterling, at least his academia held through.

He just had to stay healthy for the time being, and see if he couldn't get a leg up on the situation. T'was better than blood money or drugs, at least. Hell, he might even get called a hero again...

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