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<blockquote data-quote="Foxbytes" data-source="post: 7006739" data-attributes="member: 6866331"><p>[align=left]http://i65.tinypic.com/2cmqmaa.jpg[/align]~The sun had not set, but it was already well after dark. Nighttime arrived early and lingered on...and on...in the shadows of the towers. Rána could scarecely recall catching any glimpses of the sun most weeks. She never caught sight of the moon at all.</p><p></p><p>But she had faith it was still there, traversing its path over a star-speckled field. Jezanna had whispered her reassurance of this to the cleric. Not that any of the other Totemic Elves would listen when Rána tried to pass the goddess's words along.</p><p></p><p>That was forbidden. The mines echoed secrets for miles. Randír wouldn't have let that stop him. Her jaw stiffened a bit as she walked the near-empty streets. Few ventured outside after it had grown dark, anymore, but it wasn't brigands and thieves they feared. Those days had been better, not that anyone would have dared admit to that, either.</p><p></p><p>She pulled open the door, the wooden handle blackened and polished smooth by the oils of thousands of hands and entered The Velvet Rose. Despite torch sconces and oil lamps enough to break the City's fire code ten times over, the flickering light fought a futile battle against the encroaching darkness. Light was a feeble and forgotten thing no matter how hot the day, it seemed.</p><p></p><p>A lavender hand pushed through silver tresses, darkened by coal dust and the dampness of sweat. Rána put hard days of unpaid labor into the mines herself, but she was allowed to clock out just a little earlier than the rest, sometimes, to make it to her second job. One that was far more difficult in many ways, far riskier, but much preferred to the one the City assigned her.</p><p></p><p>She greeted Rashimi over the raucous of entertainers and drunkards alike, ready to receive her list of patients for the day. They sat down at the bar so that the half-orc could debrief her. Rána never knew what to expect. Maladies could vary from common colds to minor injuries, or even to severed limbs from the dangerous factory work that Sector 5 often put out; also the regular cuts and lost teeth from bar fights, or the usual physical exams to make sure the Rose's ladies and their patrons remained healthy before, during, and after their "consults."</p><p></p><p>Some nights, youngkins were brought in with their big eyes covered by the palms of worried parents who knew of Rána's knowledge with common fevers and infections. City-sanctioned clinics existed certainly, but were avoided at all costs...stories of children being brought in for sore throats only to never be seen leaving again were prevalent, yet, somehow never spoken of aloud. Rashimi was gracious to allow Rána a clean room to work in even for those patients too young to be patrons of the Rose. Privacy was needed for exams and comfort of those she treated, but it was for Rána's own safety, as well.</p><p></p><p>Many of her healing methods were...also...forbidden.</p><p></p><p>...The worst patients were the ones that had been exposed to the Blight, the disease that had ruined their world. The symptoms followed no definitive pattern that Rána could discern, but they seemed to universally burn from the inside out, appearing as lesions on the skin and abscesses on internal organs. Sometimes, Rána's spellwork could save them. Too often though, death was inevitable, and she could only ease their pain long enough to say goodbye. No race seemed immune, except for maybe tieflings. But she hadn't seen enough of them around to know for sure. They were not only rare in number, but they just didn't seem to get sick. This didn't help the suspicions and resentment other races held for them, but with the weirdness and destructive power of the Blight, Rána was certain tieflings were just as in the dark and victimized as any race on this planet was.</p><p></p><p>She was grateful tonight's list was a short one, most of them names familiar to her as regular exams for a few of the girls that worked for Rashimi. It wasn't entirely for selfless reasons that Rána did not want to worry about trauma patients tonight. On slow nights like these, Rána had more freedom to listen in on conversations and news from outside of Sector 5. Information that she prays will lead her to finding Randír, to a trail that had not yet grown cold... ~</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Foxbytes, post: 7006739, member: 6866331"] [align=left]http://i65.tinypic.com/2cmqmaa.jpg[/align]~The sun had not set, but it was already well after dark. Nighttime arrived early and lingered on...and on...in the shadows of the towers. Rána could scarecely recall catching any glimpses of the sun most weeks. She never caught sight of the moon at all. But she had faith it was still there, traversing its path over a star-speckled field. Jezanna had whispered her reassurance of this to the cleric. Not that any of the other Totemic Elves would listen when Rána tried to pass the goddess's words along. That was forbidden. The mines echoed secrets for miles. Randír wouldn't have let that stop him. Her jaw stiffened a bit as she walked the near-empty streets. Few ventured outside after it had grown dark, anymore, but it wasn't brigands and thieves they feared. Those days had been better, not that anyone would have dared admit to that, either. She pulled open the door, the wooden handle blackened and polished smooth by the oils of thousands of hands and entered The Velvet Rose. Despite torch sconces and oil lamps enough to break the City's fire code ten times over, the flickering light fought a futile battle against the encroaching darkness. Light was a feeble and forgotten thing no matter how hot the day, it seemed. A lavender hand pushed through silver tresses, darkened by coal dust and the dampness of sweat. Rána put hard days of unpaid labor into the mines herself, but she was allowed to clock out just a little earlier than the rest, sometimes, to make it to her second job. One that was far more difficult in many ways, far riskier, but much preferred to the one the City assigned her. She greeted Rashimi over the raucous of entertainers and drunkards alike, ready to receive her list of patients for the day. They sat down at the bar so that the half-orc could debrief her. Rána never knew what to expect. Maladies could vary from common colds to minor injuries, or even to severed limbs from the dangerous factory work that Sector 5 often put out; also the regular cuts and lost teeth from bar fights, or the usual physical exams to make sure the Rose's ladies and their patrons remained healthy before, during, and after their "consults." Some nights, youngkins were brought in with their big eyes covered by the palms of worried parents who knew of Rána's knowledge with common fevers and infections. City-sanctioned clinics existed certainly, but were avoided at all costs...stories of children being brought in for sore throats only to never be seen leaving again were prevalent, yet, somehow never spoken of aloud. Rashimi was gracious to allow Rána a clean room to work in even for those patients too young to be patrons of the Rose. Privacy was needed for exams and comfort of those she treated, but it was for Rána's own safety, as well. Many of her healing methods were...also...forbidden. ...The worst patients were the ones that had been exposed to the Blight, the disease that had ruined their world. The symptoms followed no definitive pattern that Rána could discern, but they seemed to universally burn from the inside out, appearing as lesions on the skin and abscesses on internal organs. Sometimes, Rána's spellwork could save them. Too often though, death was inevitable, and she could only ease their pain long enough to say goodbye. No race seemed immune, except for maybe tieflings. But she hadn't seen enough of them around to know for sure. They were not only rare in number, but they just didn't seem to get sick. This didn't help the suspicions and resentment other races held for them, but with the weirdness and destructive power of the Blight, Rána was certain tieflings were just as in the dark and victimized as any race on this planet was. She was grateful tonight's list was a short one, most of them names familiar to her as regular exams for a few of the girls that worked for Rashimi. It wasn't entirely for selfless reasons that Rána did not want to worry about trauma patients tonight. On slow nights like these, Rána had more freedom to listen in on conversations and news from outside of Sector 5. Information that she prays will lead her to finding Randír, to a trail that had not yet grown cold... ~ [/QUOTE]
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