To: Alya
From: The Hooded Order
Concerning the attack against the Wolf Barbs, we will try to send some members of our order in that direction. If they come to you in the nick of time, consider it good luck.
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Brother Jospeh, son of Michale and Piper, walked along the road. Occasionally he would pick up stones and branches, look at them critically and put them down again. He walked with a large oak staff in his hand, although it looked like he had picked up a large, thick branch form the forest floor and declared it useful. Knife marks were etched into the bark, with no real design. More like doodles.
He looked ahead. To his left was the city of Nesse in all its horrifying glory. From his vantage point on the hill he could see boats in the harbour and the people milling around like ants within its streets. Outside the walls, land was being cleared. To his right, farm land and open ground stretching to the river. Ahead was his destination, as such as the Order used the word.
The House was it's name amongst the Order. They didn't go for naming things. They were taught at the Abby, people lived in Cottages, Villages, Towns and the City. That was it. Others named things. No more than a few weeks had the Order claimed it as a place of healing, and it was already full.
Tents had grown around the House. They were mainly for those who could be easily healed, broken bones and simple ailments. Inside the house were the more serious maladies.
Walking through the tents, Jospeh heard the cries of those getting their bones set and wrapped. He wandered around the place, entering tents seemingly at random, helping those within where he could with the meagre supplies he carried on his person.
He finally found another of his Order in a tent, teaching people from the city below how the benefits of laying willow bark on a wound outweighs the problems, such as a screaming patient. Jospeh approched her.
"Sister, I am Brother Jospeh, son of Michale and Piper. I have come to aid the House."
"That is good Brother Jospeh. I am Sister Glennis, daughter of Marleen and Gayle. Your aid is appreciated"
"I am here to take over and make the balance"
"You want to speak to Sister Jodee. She has been here the longest, and she fears the roots are starting to grow. She will be pleased to walk amongst the Outlanders again. I believe she is in the house."
"Thank you Sister." Leaving Glennis to her pupils, Jospeh made his way to the house. It was tall, to say the least. It looked like a screaming face. A dark screaming face. But it served its purpose.
When the Order explored the house properly, they found it went down further than it went up. Some of the lowest levels were flooded by an underground stream, but it didn't look too bad. It was a source of water, at least. The rest of the cellars were used as store rooms for food, water and medicine. Wine and weapons had been found in some cellars. They had been given away in the city, the weapons mostly stolen by a group of thugs.
Sister Jodee was in what was a drawing room on the ground floor. Many of the rooms had been converted into wards. Where people went depended on space and if they could walk up stairs. All except a room on the ground floor, where the Order slept. There were some small rooms where people belived to be dangerous to other's health would be kept.
Jodee was tending to a man with horrible rashes over his skin, attepting to stay sat upright, but the rocking about suggested he was failing. He also periodically had muscle spasms. Sister Jodee turned when he came in.
"Ah, Brother, I was just looking at this poor man. He has difficulty swallowing, rashes that cause eminor irritation, periodical spasms, can't walk straight and and when he can, he find himself too tierd to do so. What are your thoughts?"
"Well, has he been bitten by an unclean animal?" The two turned their hooded heads towards the man.
"Y-yes. I am a deliv'ry man by trade and *spasm* I was bitten by one of the city's stray dogs while deliverin', sirs." The man looked pleadingly at them.
"Well," began Jospeh, "I would say he has Jurkovich's Malady."
"Oh dear, he could be like this for months before it goes down."
"What! But my family rely on me to feed them!"
"But it's a simple treatment. Don't you have any Eye of Fugah? Even some Leuga's Toes would halve the time of healing."
"No, our stocks ran out. No one has been out of the House in days. We shall have to get some more. Very rare in these parts, you know."
"Indeed." Jospeh thought for a moment. "Actually, I have a lot of paste of Duverney Flowers with me. That may not cure the illness, but a tiny bit rubbed on the rashes and eaten for breakfast would manage the problems, at least until it died down. All he'd need to do was take on lighter deliveries."
The man perked up at hearing that. "Excellent," Jodee said. She called over one of the volunteers and told her to take Jospeh's supplies and put them in storage, then bring up a certain amount of paste of Duverney.
"So, Brother, I assume you are here to take over from me?"
"Yes, I am Sister. We do not want your roots growing too deep. But you have done good work here."
"Thank you. I'll just show you the most important ward, then I'll get my thimgs and go. How is the road?"
"Good. Winter is drawing. The Bear is bringing the warmth into her home. Although there is talk of our need in the west some time soon."
"For war I assume. I shall warn any of the Order I see on my travels. You know how word spreads. Here we are. The Plague Rooms.
They were in a cellar. Not one connected to the main cellars, but seperate. It was fielld with occupied beds. No one healthy was down here. Only the Order came down here, thrice a day, all five, to check up on everything.
People of all genders, ages and classes were down here, but mostly the poor. There were no doors to the rooms that seperated those suffering form different illnesses. Some were lying in their beds, some were weeping softly. At the end of the main corridor was door. "To a hidden opening on the hill. We do not allow sufferers from any plague through the house. Too dangerous. We don't like it, but there is no other way."
They went back up to the Order's room, to help Jodee with her stuff, which was her sickle, basket and staff of elm. She bade goodbye to Jospeh, who wished her well in her travels. As did Sister Gennis, Brother Rey, Brother Santo and Sister Lahonda.
A member of the Order musn't let the roots grow too deep.