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Stronghold of education and learning, this fortress is in one of the coldest areas of Idalos and home to many knowledge seekers in a variety of disciplines. However, unknown to most, below the city are those who suffer for the sake of science. While all are welcome, not everyone will be treated as they expect

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[Infirmary] of Haruspices and Scholars

Sat Mar 30, 2019 2:43 pm

Cylus 14th, 719: Early Morning

"Doctor." Comes a familiar, scratchy voice, "Will he need willowbark?"

A distinct pause is had. Wald can feel a hand on his forehead, as Sybil measures his temperature. Using the back of the palm, the student simply keeps the pause going for a moment longer. A slow glance is given towards the attending proctor. His eyes are upon Sybil was a quizzical look, as though assessing not only the patient, but his student. A chuckle leaves his lips, with a slow nod of the head, "And if he did, do you know how much is appropriate for a fever such as this?" His voice is calm and collected. The low baritone of the obviously different voice asks the familiar voice. After he speaks, there's one more noticeable pause. A slow churning of the mind, as though the student was desperately thinking, caught red handed in not knowing something that was relevant to the situation. The sound of a quill scratching against parchment could be heard, as it's added to the assessment of the student, "No more than a cup's worth of watered down tea made from the bark. Chewing the bark itself is too imprecise. Death, would be likely, if you got the dosage wrong. But, this is the place to make mistakes, I presume."

Wald had been collected by a Ranger, as he passed into unconsciousness from the fever reaching a dangerous pitch. But because he wasn't on any Videnese census, he had to be handled in the most utilitarian way. He would have to be slated for the Academy itself, until he could be properly identified, and a method of payment could be arranged for. Or perhaps, in the end, if he could stomach being felt by patients and diagnosed by trainees, he could make his payment through something valued more than nell by the Videnese. A strange, but most definitely Videnese method of alternative solutions, to be sure.

"Press your fingers to the inner crook of his wrists." Comes the deeper voice, after a brief moment of silence, "You will feel a pounding against the flesh. That, is the beating of the heart. It can be felt in a similar place at the ankles, and along the side of the neck. ... You should do this to all of his arms and legs, to ensure that all is well." Comes the suggestion, as the sound of the man shifting, and placing the quill on a solid surface, "Sixty trills. Nothing more, nothing less. Record what you find. ... I'll have to see to the other students and their assignments." The proctor says, as he rises to a stand, stretching out his limbs. It wasn't long for the sound of boots to be heard against the stone floor, once the materials were put to the side. He didn't even wait for a response, as he walked his way towards the door, opening it, and seeing himself out to the other side. Leaving Sybil alone with Wald.

A light sigh escapes the student's lips, "... What have you gotten yourself into, Wald?" Comes the almost unbelieving tone of voice. Sybil simply moves in, and does what was instructed. Sixty trills for both arms. Sixty trills for both legs. Sixty trills for the neck.
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Sat Mar 30, 2019 3:13 pm


Wald had passed out the day before. He could only remember him laying his tarp down to sleep in it. As his eyes opened he saw Sybil. Why was he in his tent? Wait... I didn't set up the tent. Did he? Wald could hear another voice, this one unfamiliar. This must of been the person who helped move him. That had to be it. Willowbark? Why are they talking about medication. What was that about death? My arm isn't that bad. It was just a bite. Mistakes? Wald couldn't tell what was going on.

Wald looked over to the other person. He was dressed in high class garbs it seemed. Was this that famous professor, I heard so much about. Wald tried to open his mouth to speak. Though nothing, but air came out. That is weird. Maybe I need some water? Wald felt a cold finger press on his wrist. The shock of the cold finger, made his eyes open more. Other students... assignments? That would take time. Since the academy was in the city. Wald tried to lift himself up. Though it seemed he was strapped in. Wait... Why am I tied down? Wald watched as the professor left the area. He heard the door closing behind him.

"What have you gotten yourself into. Wald?" The familiar voice of Sybil said. As the student moved from limb to limb. Finally looking around. He saw cold stone walls. Lanterns lighting the area, and a small window. A heavy wooden door was the entry way. Something hit Wald in his pit. His sunken eyes opened wide. His breathing quickened with his heart rate. He realized where he was. As he weakly tried to get up.

"Why am I here." Wald finally spoke, in his weak panicked voice. Before he began to cough harshly. His lungs felt like they were on fire. When he finished he was unable to breath from his nose, as it dripped fluid. What have you gotten yourself into. That rang trough his head again. Looking confused and scared to Sybil. "It was just a beaver bite."Wald gasped out of breath "I am fine, let me go." He said this strapped to the table, wanting to leave the city in fear. He was still to weak to lift his head all the way. But his adrenaline was spiking his heart rate. He could only think of leaving. Running as hard as he could.
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Sat Mar 30, 2019 4:10 pm


A slow blink is given, as Wald begins to descend upon his fears.

The room was as could be expected from a room within the Videnese Academy's infirmary. Rectangular in shape, the room was lacking in any sort of designs or decoration. The bed itself was large enough to only just barely be comfortable enough to sleep in. The chest at the foot of Wald's bed more than likely held the hunter's belongings. The window was covered in an iron grate, perhaps the only thing actually designed to be aesthetically pleasing in the room itself, curling into rather bland filigree. Effective at its job, but not quite the most interesting thing to look at in the slightest. Also present, was a writing alcove on the far side of the room itself, seemingly designed to hold any sort of writing implements needed. Upon it, was a half filled out stack of parchment, the ink still drying to the cool air. The door was wooden, a rare sight in Viden. However, it was mostly iron, and reinforced to be as sturdy as possible. Wald did not know if the door was locked, or unlocked. The lanterns illuminated the room in a limited way, giving the window a much needed assistance in keeping everything still able to be worked within.

"You're here, according to the report by Videnese officials, because you were found unconscious, in near deadly weather, and in worsening condition." Comes Sybil's response. Slowly, the student took steps towards the writing alcove, as the man worked himself up into a panic. Knowing that the man was prone to such things, the student simply allowed him to get his worries off of his chest. Even though it was beginning to start to get questionable, Sybil simply rested against the alcove, carved into the wall itself, leaning over, and scratching something into the parchment itself, "Your head is burning up. Your lungs sound as though it's crackling with something. ... Releasing you back into the wilds is a very bad decision, Wald." Allowing eyes to glance back to the man, a slow moment of consideration is given his way, "We cannot release you until the symptoms have cleared, or if you convince one of the physicks. Regardless. It's a poor choice. And you know better than to toy with your own health, Wald."

Appealing to the man's sensibilities, Sybil begins to put some of the training instilled by the Academy to work, in an attempt to get the man to calm down, whilst giving him the space he needs to reach some sort of calm, if effective.

The quill marks down the information about the man's condition on the parchment itself. A slow glance is taken to the side, towards Wald, as though simply making sure he's there. Seeing him squirm about the bed, barely even able to move his head, Sybil simply lets out a soft breath, leaving the quill to rest within the inkwell. A few sure steps are taken towards the man, evenly, and calmly, "It must be terrifying to be in the city." Sybil empathizes, pulling a handkerchief of linen from the apron the student wore, holding it up to Wald's nose, the moment he started breathing through his mouth, "But the more you comply with the Infirmary's decisions, the faster you'll be out of here."
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Sat Mar 30, 2019 4:33 pm


Wald mind raced around. Where was his animals. His things. His animals had to be worried. His Horse was prone to panic attacks. These thoughts did not make him feel better. Listening to Sybil. "Your head is burning up. Your lungs sound as though it's crackling with something" This was a joke right? Wald started to think that the walls were fake. There was no way he was in the city. Who would bring a stranger to get help. Sybil must of been a prankster.

Reality was slowly drifting from Wald's mind. In his sick state, energy left him quickly. His mind went fuzzy for a moment. When was the last time he ate. He didn't feel hungry. Why was that. This was all a bad dream. There is no way I could be that sick. This thought made Wald close his eyes. Almost smiling. I am just going to close my eyes. And wake up in my tent.

When Wald opened his eyes. Nothing in his surroundings changed. The shocked expression came back. "Where are my animals!" Wald said, with as much force as he could muster. "The horse has panic attacks..." Wald swallowed. "Are they alright..." Then anger turned to worry. He needed to know how his animals were. Their safety was more important. Nothing was more important.

Panic still coursed through his body. Now for his animals. As Wald looked around trying to find a way out. When Wald felt something come up in his body. Something caught in his throat. A another panic attack set in. He started thrashing more. Wald was fearful for his life again. Was the city trying to take him. Did it know he was scared.

Wald sneezed hard. The sneeze coupled with the panic attack, managed to make Wald pass back out on the bed. It would be a couple breaks before he awoke again.
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Sat Mar 30, 2019 5:01 pm


Wald had fainted.

Bringing the handkerchief to the side, and resting it on the side table, the student simply strips the leather gloves off. It'd be some time before he awoke again, so the assessment may as well continue. After all, illness often progresses even if the patient is unconscious. A light breath is taken, travelling past Sibyl's lips in mild exhaustion. This was turning out to be quite the day for showing up to the Infirmary. But soon, it was clear, the fever and panic were doing positively dreadful things to the hunter's vitality. This would have to be addressed, or else this would only worsen. As much as it unnerved Sibyl to perform an assessment on someone that's unconscious, the Physician's orders were clear. They were to be done regardless, and they were needed soon. The Videnese authorities were consulting the census, and required time to dredge up information, and the status of citizenship of this person in particular, but it was by no means something akin to criminality. As far as Sibyl knew, and was written on the report, the proper steps were being taken for Wald's own safety, and the public good.

"Well... I suppose this will be a process." Comes the comment, as Sibyl lays hands on Wald, palpating, for a moment, performing an assessment of parts, "If you keep fainting, though, that'll be one way to pass the time until you can be released..."

Pressing an ear to Wald's torso, Sibyl listened to the man's heart. On his left side, the student simply listened to the beating. Nothing sounded odd, despite it going faster than normal. But that could be expected, as stress brought upon physical changes to the body itself. That, was something Sibyl had already understood, from the hunt the two shared. Bringing the ear up to the man's thorax, Sibyl listens to the frontal fields of his lungs. Pausing for two breaths, before switching sides. Upper, middle, and lower, of all parts of his lungs. Crackling on inspiration could be heard on his upper fields of the lungs. A slow shake of the head is given, as Sibyl rises. The man had something relatively common. A malady of the throat, nose, and lungs. But as to the actual treatment, was left to the Physician to decide. Sibyl instead begins to move hands down to the man's abdomen, palpating the state of his organs. Beginning at the largest, the liver, just checking its size. Moving closer to the center, checking the stomach, using touch to determine if it was distended, or cooled. Sibyl's eyes traced the man's skin, checking for any abnormalities.

So far, things were looking alright on the man. The wound was bandaged, but would likely require changing soon. Placing an ear to the man's stomach, Sibyl simply listened to ensure the man's bowels were moving as intended. Using four sections of the gut, much like the fields of the lungs, using the umbilicus as the point of reference in dividing the torso into quadrants. The gurgles were moving fast, likely from the stress, but were present. That was good. Sibyl pulls away, considering the man, before pulling the blanket up, and covering him once more. He was sleeping. The student simply let him be, returning to the paperwork at the writing alcove.

By the time that Wald woke up next, he would be greeted by the sight of Sibyl, writing at the alcove, the door slowly coming to a close. Seems he just missed one of the instructors.
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Sat Mar 30, 2019 5:31 pm


Wald was sitting next to a campfire. His horse on his side, and the donkey in front of him. The fire cracked and sparked. The sound of squirrels in the distant snow. The world around him was beautiful. Ice shined from the trees, like small diamonds. The wind gently brushed upon his skin. Wald stroked the mane of his horse. Looking out he saw the vast wilds. He was at piece in this state.

Wald soon heard a sound from nearby. It was a fawn walking towards the fire. Watching the spotted coat come close. He gave a gentle smile towards it. The fawn looked to him, and spoke in a familiar voice. "I suppose this will be a process." Wald was confused at this.

"What do you mean?" Wald asked the fawn. Still in disbelief in the talking animal.

A sigh came from the fawn. "If you keep fainting. though. That'll be one way to pass the time until you can be released..." The fawn said all this in a professional manner.

Wald felt something press against his chest, pushing him away from the fire. Then again against his throat. He flew and hit a stone wall. His eyes opened wide on impact. He saw two tendrils spawn from the wall. One pushed its way onto his chest. Spreading out into three parts. Trying to pierce his lungs. Then again with the other side.

Trying to resist this, Wald saw another form come from under him. It was that of a man with horns on both sides of his head. It began to laugh. The man pushed his hand into his abdomen. He began to move his organs around. Causing burning and pain inside Wald. The being pulled his hand out for a moment. It was covered in blood. With a maddening smile the devil made a fist. With a swift movement he punched Wald into the wall.

The torture continued, until the man waved to Wald. A hole opened in the wall consuming Wald.

Wald woke up screaming. "DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME!" The voice broke the silence in the room. "DON'T LET THE CITY EAT ME!" The panicked voice echoed down the hall.
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Sat Mar 30, 2019 6:06 pm


At first, all was well. Wald was simply squirming about in the bed, as the Physician checked in with Sybil and the patient. Information was handed off, as paperwork was being signed off on. Two breaks had passed after all. It was quite a long time to be unconscious, at least, when comparing the passage of time between the two's perceptions. What likely was only as long as Wald's dreaming mind could muster, versus the rotations between him and Sybil's other patient, what one might have considered almost a blink of the eye, was quite a while of waiting.

What Sibyl hadn't expected, was the man to start screaming like a lunatic.

With eyes wide, the quill is simply allowed to drop against the parchment, a deep huff leaving the student's lips, as a sachet from beneath the table is grasped. It was something done on instinct. Something Sibyl had to adapt to, when it came to hostile patients. And Wald, in this very moment, was proving to be something of a threat to Sybil. Dashing over to the bed, the student makes a quick few glances over to the man, swallowing hard, as he screams out his next line of borderline manic spiel, "Wald!" Sibyl calls out, placing a hand firmly on the man's shoulder. A brow raising nearly sky high, as Sybil tries to understand what's even happening, "Enough! Take a breath. You're in a hospice, there's nothing wrong. Nothing is coming to get you." Bracing the man to the bed, Sybil establishes eye contact, eyes remaining upon him, firmly, establishing a calm, professional demeanor, "You're in Viden. Do you understand me? You're in Viden. Your animals are fine. You have a fever."

The sound of hurried feet could be heard, from the other side of the door itself. Sibyl takes a breath, as the student simply keeps the man still, hand firmly placed upon him, eyes considering of him, slowly trying to make sense of what's even happening to him right now, "Malach? Is everything alright in there?" Calls a familiar voice, in its authoritative baritone. A pause is given.

Sibyl glances down at Wald, as he is in the throes of waking up. Eyes glancing across him, as though reflecting the question, 'Is everything alright in there?' right back at the patient. Staring down at Wald, for a long moment, the latch of the door begins to turn. There's no avoiding this. Sibyl simply takes a deep breath, releasing the firm grip on Wald's shoulder, and stepping back. Hands folding over lap, a more submissive posture is given, as is expected to a prestigious teacher of the academy, "Yes, Doctor Tenenbraum. All is well." Comes the response, as the door opens, fully revealing a man in formal Videnese Physician attire, "The patient is just fearful of... The city, is all. Like many Outlanders."

The instructor standing in the hallway door was someone that could be very easily marked as Videnese. Skin as pasty as sheet, and an icy gaze. His formal attire incorporated furs in a very utilitarian fashion. He stood at about average for an Eidisi his size, the tinge of blue was present, and his gaze slowly glided between the two, as though appraising the scene before him. He radiated an indomitable aura of authoritarian professionalism, deeply rooting itself upon his posture, which nearly made him look far taller than he truly was. For a moment, he remained silent, his eyes slowly glancing between the two. Almost as though not even hearing Sibyl's statement, and making that judgement call for himself. His eyes, slowly, focus upon Wald.
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Sat Mar 30, 2019 6:32 pm


The jolt of being woken up in terror, caused Wald's vision to blur for a moment. Unable to see fully due to this, Wald thought he was still in the dream. Hearing the voice of the fawn again. "Wald!" This was much different then last time. He felt hands grasp at his shoulders. As the voice became more clear. That was Sybil.

After blinking in a panic Wald asked, "My family where are they." Taking a gasping breath. "I need to protect them." Wald's vision cleared as he saw Sybil's face. Looking at Sybil asking. "Where are my animals."

The sound of feet were heard by Wald. From outside the cold stone room. Hearing another voice towards the door. Eyes open wide as dinner plates. Who was that? Looking back at Sybil. The two locked eyes. With the fear of a prey animal in Wald's eyes. Watching as Sybil moved away. He heard the latch open.

Sybil responded to the new person. Doctor Tenenbraum? who was that? Wald was unable to get a clear look at the door. Only seeing part of the man. Wald felt his breathing quicken again.

Before the panic set in again. Wald managed to fight back. Closing his eyes taking in a long breath. The same one he used when he was about to fire a bow. Letting it out slowly. Wald softly started to sing to himself. "Where are you going? said Richard to Robin. Where are you going? said Dibyn to Dobyn. Where are you going? said John. Where are you going? said the Never Beyond." The sound softly brushed over Wald. "Going into the forest, said Richard to Robin. Going into the forest, Said Dibyn to Dobyn. Going into the forest, said John. Going to the forest, said the Never Beyond" Wald continued to hum for some time after. His heart rate slowed. Along with his breathing. Matching the melody that his song had.
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Sat Mar 30, 2019 7:57 pm


The Eidisi professor simply stands there, with a brow arched. His pallid blue skin almost blending in with the surrounding cold stone around him, "Mm. Yes. I can see that." Says the professor, as his eyes slowly slide over to Wald, once more. His eyes settle on Wald, nearly staring through him, his eyes ever appraising of the man, as though assessing for a threat. A breath escapes his moisturized lips. It, for a split second, sounded something close to a chuckle. But neither Wald, nor Sybil really could grasp what exactly it was, "We cannot spare anyone for the playing of music for the man. Encourage him to sing, whenever he begins a descent." The professor says, utterly detaching himself from the situation. It's clear that this physician was more interested in getting his student to apply existing knowledge, rather than interjecting, and coddling. It was not unlike how some types of birds drop their young from the nest, and force them to learn how to fly, as it's time to put their skills to use outside, rather than staying about in the nest, "I expect a report of his condition, when I return." He says, stepping back through the door, eyes shifting over, elsewhere. As though he had other places that demanded his attention. Actual problems, rather than whatever was happening here, "Do not disappoint, Malach. The Rangers are involved in his case." The distant tone to his voice hinting that the comment itself was something of a reminder, a half threat, half expectation.

The door is closed, "... Of course, Doctor Tenenbraum."

Slowly, Sybil's gaze returned to Wald. A slow blinking crossed the eyes, before a slow shake of the head. It's not done out of malevolence, or dismissal, but it's clear that the student needs a moment to recollect thoughts, and get all the ducks back in a row, "Wald." Sybil says, clearly, making an approach to the restless hunter, "Your animals are fine. They are being kept with the Rangers. ... No one will touch them. They take good care of animals under their attention, especially those belonging to visitors." Sybil explains, finally getting close enough to the hunter to comfortably talk. A hand is reached over to the man, and is placed on his shoulder. The student takes a slow breath, saying, "I want you to follow the rise and fall of my chest, Wald. ... Breathe in." For about three trills, Sybil breathes in. For about five trills, the breath is held, "Breathe out." For about three trills, air is exhaled, in a deep fashion. Eyes upon Wald, as this is done. The action is repeated, slowly, "Breathe in." Followed by that long hold, "Breathe out."

The steady breath from Sybil is slowly repeated. Between the hand on Wald's shoulder, and the eye contact established, Sybil is actively employing a rather decent means of establishing at least an attempt at a calming atmosphere, "Focus on the breaths, Wald." The student reminds, allowing the man to lead himself into the self soothing action, the student standing by, and giving him a consistent example of what it is that's being talked about. In, pause, and out. The tempo is steady, "Fill your lungs... Hold... Empty them." The breaths were becoming rhythmic, and steady, encouraging the man to join in, steadily and calmly. The student's steel green eyes settling on Wald's own eyes, the warm grip firm and steady upon his shoulder, "Everything is alright. You're safe. Your animal friends are happy, fed, and somewhere safe. Breathe in... Hold it... Breathe out... Come on."
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Re: [Infirmary] of Haruspices and Scholars

Sat Mar 30, 2019 9:04 pm


Wald calmed himself with his mother's song. Even so he listened to the Doctor. "Do not disappoint. Malach. The Rangers are involved in his case." The mention of the rangers, made Wald's Calmed body clinch. His fist shook and his muscles strained. Biting his tongue he took deep breaths. Calm down... Don't make things difficult for Sybil... Everything is fine... Wald closed his eyes for a moment.

While Wald's eyes were closed he heard Sybil speak. "Your animals are fine." This helped Wald relax. until the next part. "...kept with the Rangers." A pause in Sybil's voice allowed for rage. Wald had opened his eyes with an angered look. Biting his lip he knew he couldn't make a scene anymore. Trying to calm down again, he felt a hand on his shoulder. "I want you to follow the rise and fall of my chest. Wald."

Taking the advice of the student. Wald started to breath in and out. In tandem with Sybil's breath, Wald's chest rose and fell. Wald moved his senses into his self. Just like he had done in the forest before. During his rage against that wolf. Focused on his heart. The beat it had was slowing. Wald's breathing slowed as well. Emptying his mind, of what shackled him to the mortal plane. Faint whispers entered his ears, and left without leaving a mark. Wald shut out the outside. The bed under him was a distant memory. In his mind he was free. Wald started to find peace.

Though his body was contained, Wald's mind was freed. Wald wondered through his own mind. His inner self was in an open field. He looked over the landscape of his mind. A vast empty field, as far as he could see. This calmed him, as he floated back down to the grass.

Wald gently opened his eyes, to look at Sybil. "Have I been trouble? If so I am sorry." Wald was still in a meditative state. His eyes seemed glazed, though he clearly saw Sybil. The surroundings were blurred though, replaced with a forest. His mind replacing the fear, with something comforting.

After a moment he asked, ""Did you give them my name? Wald asked, and closed his eyes. His breathing was slow, making it look like he was in hibernation.
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