Nameless But Not Forgotten

Relief Effort 2

Once an isolated and dying township, an influx of academics, adventurers and thrill seekers have made Scalvoris Town their home. From scholars' tea shops to a new satellite campus for Viden Academy, this is an exciting place to visit or make your home!

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Nameless But Not Forgotten

Wed May 09, 2018 9:59 am

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Arc 718, 5th of Ashan

The healer that approached her for her next task was a slight woman with her hair drawn back into a tight bun. How a single hair had not fallen out of place amidst all the work was a mystery, but she had the same tight-lipped look of many an overworked staff member.

“Are you a volunteer?” She asked briskly, striding toward Rynata with several papers fluttering in her hand.

The Biqaj nodded, straightening up and rolling down her sleeves from the cleaning work she had tasked herself with.

“Yes? Do you need me for something?”

“I need you to sit in the morgue, and...”

“What, the morgue?” Rynata couldn’t imagine why sitting in such a place was necessary. She wasn’t dead or dying, after all.

“Yes, of course, the morgue,” the healer repeated, eyeing her as if to say no more interruptions. “It’s Scalveen tradition. Someone has to stay with the dead but no family has come forward. And since everyone else is occupied I’m asking you.”

Rynata would have liked to point out that she had kept busy as well, but thought it better to remain silent. In these times, everyone had to do what they could. No one could help that they were short handed.

“Oh, and also,” the healer continued, “I need you to sort through these.” She held out the collection of papers and passed them off into Rynata’s hands. “If someone doesn't make some sense out of these, they won't be of any use to us later. We won't be able to make heads or tails out of it. There should be some writing material in the room. I'll lead you and then you can get started."

With that, the woman marched off and Rynata trotted after her. For a while they hurried along in silence, passing other workers and regular citizens alike. It seemed the relief effort was winding down, though whether that was a good thing or not, Rynata didn't know. Hopefully all the victims had been moved somewhere safe and had good prospects of starting anew. Catching up to walk beside the woman, she struck up a conversation for some insight.

"Do we know how many casualties there were?"

"It's still difficult to say for certain," the healer said haltingly. "People...succumb to their wounds well after the initial incident, so. We're doing our best to make sure it doesn't come to that."

"And the people who's homes were destroyed? I hope the city has some plans for them."

"That's not my area of expertise, but I have heard of housing projects. It should take a while though, there's still rubble around from the building collapses."

"Oh, then I suppose I'll go help with that next," Rynata said. They passed by a group of brawny dockworkers on break by one of the streets, sitting next to piles of heavy looking timber. "Or not. I think any effort from me would end in a sprain in all four limbs. That would be more work for you, wouldn't it?"

The healer didn't deign a reply but she didn't look so stern anymore either. They soon came upon the place and the healer turned about one last time before leaving her alone in the facility.

"Alright. You just have to stay with them, and make sure you finish sorting through the notes before the crew arrive to take the bodies away."
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Wed May 09, 2018 10:00 am

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There were a lot of dead people in the room. Of course, a morgue housing dead bodies was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, that, Rynata supposed, was a defining aspect of the services such an institution provided. What was unusual, however, was to be sitting quietly among the lifeless husks of former Scalvoris citizens. Under normal circumstances she did her best to avoid death, but today was shaping up to be a rather unfortunate exception. So, she sat with the dead as the rest of the world busied itself with rebuilding.

It was cool inside the dim morgue. Very little of Ashan’s influence had made its way inside and the air was like fresh silk against her skin every time she shifted. The walls also effectively sealed out any indication of activity and noise from the outside. Accustomed to the constant wash of the sea and creaking of the ship, this was a new experience for her. The sound of her own breathing echoed like a hollow breeze in the one corner where she had settled.

Still, she was undecided as to whether or not she should feel uneasy. If the dead were someone she knew, she supposed it would make sense for her to be here. She might feel grief, loss, and perhaps even fear. However, these people were folk she had never met before. Of course she felt sadness. After all, she had always been one to be concerned about the plight of others. These people had been, well, people. It was somber to see them go. Even so, the sense of regret was nowhere as acute as anything like grief. The other emotions that she could possibly feel now were fear and disgust.

Death was unpleasant, yes, but the longer Rynata remained undecided, she began to ponder why that had to apply to every instance surrounding death. To her, something dead spelled danger, disease, and malice. That creeping fear that might grip the heart should one trip over a cold body in some dark alley. However, those notions had very little to do with the body itself. She now understood that it was easy to mistake fear of danger for the fear of the dead. For example, one would be right to be on high alert for whatever had caused that death, but less so to be terrified of the poor limp figure on the ground. Disease, though a little harder to separate, could also be though of in a similar manner. Disease and decay were both things that happened to the body. Fear by association, Rynata concluded.

In that case, she had very little to fear in this quiet room. These people had unfortunately died from the disaster. It was no longer anything that could directly threaten the sailor. Furthermore, the bodies had been treated and carefully laid out. Rynata straightened in her chair and looked over at her silent companions. Many of them had been respectfully covered with sheets and though the weak candle light left their figures in darkness, she could still make out their peaceful silhouettes.

Now more grounded in her role as guardian, she wondered if these people knew that they had passed and had made peace with it. She had been told that these bodies remained unidentified. No one had stepped forward to claim them and had taken the responsibility of performing the customary rites. The reason why she was sitting with the dead right now.

She supposed it was rather lonely to remain nameless in death. However, she could think of worse ends. For one thing, her staying with them assured that their traditions would be upheld. Furthermore, Rynata had heard mention of proper burials. Though friends and relatives might have given these people a more heartfelt sendoff, Rynata could at least be a presence that gave them a small nod of acknowledgement. A sendoff from a stranger who wished them well wherever they went next. The dead could take comfort in knowing that worldly matters would be taken care of for them.

That being said, she had some work to do before the crew responsible for burial rites showed up. Documentation. Or at least the best she could, under the circumstances. Rynata reached out and fussed with the positioning of the candle so that most of the light it cast fell onto the small table beside her. From the haphazard stack of paper beside her, she fished out notes from various other volunteers and healers that were all on different sized pieces of paper and in wildly differing handwriting. One could assume that this was the collective effort of people running all over Scalvoris Town in order to help. Still, it wasn’t very easy to organize, what with the jumbled order and mixed reports. Rynata’s job would be to try and compile them a little for future reference. Just in case, so that the unidentified bodies may someday be claimed. Taking up a writing pen, she painstakingly began printing out the words onto a more formal sheet of paper.

Siphoning all useful information from hurriedly dashed notes, recording estimate age, location of discovery, time of death, general description, and articles of clothing was the general idea. Even so, there was so much missing information. Things that might have gotten lost in the shuffle and things that might never have been recorded in the first place. Squinting quizzically at someone’s loopy handwriting in the weak light, Rynata managed to decode what was written and took down the last piece of information.

The list was complete, and though there were many blanks, it would have to do. Rynata had finished not a moment too soon, for next second, she could hear the shuffle of the door being pushed open.

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Nameless But Not Forgotten

Sun May 20, 2018 11:45 am

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Psychology: Fear of death is often fear by association
Meditation: Sitting in silence
Meditation: Focusing in one’s breathing
Discipline: Withholding selfish comments
Discipline: Working together as a team
Business Management: Filling out documents

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Injuries: N/A
Renown: Slight (+5)

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Comments: Apologies for the wait, Rynata! Here are your grades! Cool to see Rynata interacting with the events that had occurred within the city; it's always nice to see people acknowledging these things. :) Well written, as always, as well!
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