Timestamp: 64th of Summer, 516 AV
Location: Sunset Quarter Orphanage
It shouldn't have been such a strange occurrence, but the amount of Sunberthians working together at the orphanage in front of her was a sight to see. There were volunteers swarmingin and out of the building, carrying the sick in slings, or blankets, or sometimes just on their backs. There were some outside, carrying pails of water in, and some inside, carrying pails of...various substances out. Through the old, open windows she could see the sick laying in rows on cots, sleeping rolls, or the rug, while slews of doctors, herbalists, and healers knelt over them, attempting various cures or simply treating the symptoms.
Aladari felt out of place. She wasn't suffering terribly (or at least, not yet, just some minor fainting and irritation), but she also didn't have any ability to heal or help care for anyone. But, knowing that she very well may become one of the countless bodies on cots, she knew she needed to help while she could. So, Aladari pushed her way into the orphanage and began her search for a task.
The medics, and all the help for that matter, were unguarded from the sickly air. As far as anyone could tell, the disease was not contagious, so there was no need to waste precious time and money on precautions such as gloves or masks. Only the proper doctor, Petrious, was wearing his signature mask.
Besides the medics themselves, there were those who took vital signs. They listened to the heart and lungs, ans assessed the pain associated with the large black sores. This was nothing Aladari could do, for they used foreign tools and strange code words to report. There were some running herbs or alchemical potions here and there, but Aladari found even this difficult to do, because she could not identify any of the items. At last, she wandered out into the backyard of the orphanage, where she found the most horrific sight of the evening, and her job.
In the backyard, the dead were scattered everywhere, with some in neat rows and others in piles. Some were marred, their skulls crushed, or ribcages open. Others looked more peaceful, with just a pale, washed out look on their faces and matted hair to betray their unfortunate state. Aladari almost gagged at the smell of the flesh, but held back. A nearby woman with a kindly face and sweat dripping down her forehead smiled at Aladari. "You come out here to help us?"
Her voice told of her education, and that she was likely not of Sunberthian origins. However, she fit right in with the group, moving her hands skillfully as she wrapped the dead in long linen sheets and passed on to the others, who would haul them away to their graves. "We could use you over here with me, if you think you can handle it." The last remark was delivered with a cheeky grin, and a sly wink. Of course, in the face of a challenge, Aladari could not back down, and so she strutted toward the woman, eagerly dropping to her knees. "What I do?"
"Common speech"
"Vani speech"
Location: Sunset Quarter Orphanage
It shouldn't have been such a strange occurrence, but the amount of Sunberthians working together at the orphanage in front of her was a sight to see. There were volunteers swarmingin and out of the building, carrying the sick in slings, or blankets, or sometimes just on their backs. There were some outside, carrying pails of water in, and some inside, carrying pails of...various substances out. Through the old, open windows she could see the sick laying in rows on cots, sleeping rolls, or the rug, while slews of doctors, herbalists, and healers knelt over them, attempting various cures or simply treating the symptoms.
Aladari felt out of place. She wasn't suffering terribly (or at least, not yet, just some minor fainting and irritation), but she also didn't have any ability to heal or help care for anyone. But, knowing that she very well may become one of the countless bodies on cots, she knew she needed to help while she could. So, Aladari pushed her way into the orphanage and began her search for a task.
The medics, and all the help for that matter, were unguarded from the sickly air. As far as anyone could tell, the disease was not contagious, so there was no need to waste precious time and money on precautions such as gloves or masks. Only the proper doctor, Petrious, was wearing his signature mask.
Besides the medics themselves, there were those who took vital signs. They listened to the heart and lungs, ans assessed the pain associated with the large black sores. This was nothing Aladari could do, for they used foreign tools and strange code words to report. There were some running herbs or alchemical potions here and there, but Aladari found even this difficult to do, because she could not identify any of the items. At last, she wandered out into the backyard of the orphanage, where she found the most horrific sight of the evening, and her job.
In the backyard, the dead were scattered everywhere, with some in neat rows and others in piles. Some were marred, their skulls crushed, or ribcages open. Others looked more peaceful, with just a pale, washed out look on their faces and matted hair to betray their unfortunate state. Aladari almost gagged at the smell of the flesh, but held back. A nearby woman with a kindly face and sweat dripping down her forehead smiled at Aladari. "You come out here to help us?"
Her voice told of her education, and that she was likely not of Sunberthian origins. However, she fit right in with the group, moving her hands skillfully as she wrapped the dead in long linen sheets and passed on to the others, who would haul them away to their graves. "We could use you over here with me, if you think you can handle it." The last remark was delivered with a cheeky grin, and a sly wink. Of course, in the face of a challenge, Aladari could not back down, and so she strutted toward the woman, eagerly dropping to her knees. "What I do?"
"Common speech"
"Vani speech"