[Open]Escaping the corpse swallower
Are Jormsson
Cobbler / Leatherworker

Age: 23 | Height: 6'4" (193cm) | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 3 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 6
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"Always something." the cobbler muttered as he shambled along the halls of the temple towards the infirmary. Begrudgingly making his way down a path he'd rather not trek, but as the fever refused to abate and the burn wounds only kept weeping he was left with little choice. Four days he had managed to stay cooped up and tend to it as best he could, four days of agony and fruitless laboring over the mighty lesion that covered most of his left thigh.

He winced as he mustered the strength, of both body and mind, to open the door and accept another defeat. Another challenger bolstered by his own brash foolishness proven too mighty for him to beat or to even walk away from alive it seemed. Even in his hazy state of mind he started to finally realize how far gone it was and how in desperate need of aid he truly was.

"Hello? Anyone there!?" he called out as he swung open the door and dragged his pallid and sweating body into the room. Eyes barely picking up more than blurry lights through the feverish haze. "Help, please." he whispered between strained steps, more to the gods themselves than anyone within earshot.
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Kalt Ravenshire
Medic / Alchemist

Age: 30 | Height: 6’ 1” | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
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   Kalt lifted his head from his book when a voice sounded in the infirmary, his brows furrowing. There was a hint of desperation in the man’s tone; not that it really mattered, but the assassin wasn’t exactly fond of treating scraped knees.

   He emerged from what he had claimed as his office, and raised his brows at the man stumbling in.

   “Fucking hells,” Kalt muttered, his eyes drawn to the obvious symptoms. Sweating, flushed, likely dizzy by the way he was walking - or stumbling, rather.

   The man slipped his gloves on quickly and approached the other. “Come on,” he said, and would lead/help the other man into a room with a raised cot. “Sit, stay sitting, and tell me what happened,” he directed, as he took a bowl of water and a rag, setting it on the table beside the cot. He knew he would need more than just that, but from just the fever symptoms, it was an infected wound that needed to be treated.


Are Jormsson
Cobbler / Leatherworker

Age: 23 | Height: 6'4" (193cm) | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 3 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 6
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The cursing echoed in the halls, or was it in his head? It made him smile faintly in any case. If it was that bad he might finally have made a good choice for once. Better late than never...

Are accepted the help without protest for once, the best he could do was keep his big mouth shut and do as he was told. Slumping down on the cot wouldn't had taken much coaxing or force even if he was in a mood to fight it, his legs giving in the instant they sensed the smell of sweet relief. He rocked with his slow, heavy heartbeats to and fro, lulling him into a waking dream where colors seemed to meld together and all before his eyes turned a mess that hurt to look at.

"Th-" was all he managed before the words got stuck in his throat. Gods it felt as if the fires of Muspelheim themselves had scorched his whole chest dry. With a hard swallow and a deep, ragged breath he tried pushing past it. "There was fire, magical fire. It burned us. It did not heal proper." understatement clearer than spring ice, a weeping ulcer visible through the loose bandages barely covering the scorched skin and wool.

"Did my best though, but seems Hel wants me even closer." he said and laughed, feeble from both the trek and the infection wracking his body.
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Kalt Ravenshire
Medic / Alchemist

Age: 30 | Height: 6’ 1” | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
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   Kalt listened to the man’s story. Magical fire? Was it a mage’s fire, or was the fire itself something magical? He wasn’t sure right then, but it also could wait.

   “You shouldn’t have tried to treat yourself, bud,” Kalt said with tight lips. He set a cup of water on the table beside the cot and sat next to the cot. “Drink. Gotta stay hydrated or I’m going to have to put a drip in your arm.”

   Carefully, Kalt began removing the wrappings the man had thrown together for himself. Another person might have said the leg needed to be amputated - he had met a few of those people in medical school - but the assassin simply grinned at the thought.

   He dipped the rag into the water and rang most of it out, then set to work gently cleaning around the wound, eventually getting to the wound itself with an extremely light touch as to not aggravate it further. “Name’s Kalt,” he said with a sideways grin. “What's your story, eh?”


Are Jormsson
Cobbler / Leatherworker

Age: 23 | Height: 6'4" (193cm) | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 3 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 6
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Greedy lips and parched throat sucked down the cup before stoneware had barely touched wood. Even though it was barely tepid the water carved a chilling path down to Are's stomach, sending a little shiver up his spine as he felt it sap some of his feverish warmth.

"Are, I'm Are. A cobbler stumbling into things beyond him. First drowning, now this." a faint laugh could be heard as he motioned towards a wound severe enough to have the half-giant knocking on death's door.

He winced at the rough-spun linen being removed, deft and careful as the man was it still stuck to the open wound. More of the same came as the cleanup began. Through barely open eyes he witnessed the full extent of his foolishness being laid bare and poked at.

"My story is long and boring, mostly me doing stupid and hasty things and ending up like this." he said through gritted teeth.
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