Medical emergency (Striker please)

[Dravol Arlock]

Second Cycle of the Month of Aperitus, in the Season of Summer, Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum, the Second Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne.

Dravol was returning to the clinic just slightly into the afternoon. His cloak was out behind him as he walked leisurly down the road back towards the clinic. Dravol always used walking as his time to relax. It was a fairly cloudy day today but it was yet to start raining. As he was walking he heard someone shout out, "Mr Dravol, Mr Dravol," When Dravol looked down he saw a human child of about ten running towards him. Dravol stopped as the boy ran to him skidding to a stop. "Mr Dravol there was an accident, a building collapsed and injured a group of people, they need you back at the clinic immiedietly, Ms Airi and Mr Skeldyn can't fully handle what is going on." The boy spoke rapidly with barely a breath in between his words.

Dravol crouched low to the ground as the boy finished speaking, "stop by the clinic later and I will make sure to give you a few Guilders for telling me about this, thank you." With that Dravol began to run at full speed extending his wings so that he could keep lower to the ground for extra speed and keep manueverability using his front claws at times to boost him along. He saw the surroundings blur past him as he ran and soon enough the Clinic was within sight.

Dravol slowed as he got closer to the Clinic and quickly detached his sword and shield as he entered dropping them next to the door as he surveyed what was going on. He saw Airi in one corner with her eyes closed most likely entering clara and Mordar was quickly walking up to Dravol to tell him what was going on.

[Striker]

A small crowd gathered in the lobby of the clinic, huddling around someone in the center. The ring consisted primarily of dwarves, and they all wore grim visages as they assured their wounded comrade that all would be okay, or rather, that he would not return to Zerdargia as a cripple. Of course they had no way of knowing this for certain, but sometimes lies had ways of guaranteeing optimism, and considering the rampant, uncensored cursing coming from them middle of the circle, the dracon healer would be certain that whoever it was, he or she was in a lot of pain.

“Dammit man! Get offa me!” a large dwarf cried. Sprawled out on a stretcher, he was currently batting away a swarm of hands reaching for his leg, or more specifically, what was left of it. His right leg was twisted at the knee such that his foot jutted peculiarly to the left, and it was bent awkwardly in multiple places. The dwarf still wore his pants, and his eyes narrowed as one of Dravol’s employees attempted to scissor a section of the pants leg off with a scalpel. “Get that durned thing away from me! Dun let them do it boys, dun let em!!” He roared.

One of the dwarf’s friends, noticing Dravol’s hasty arrival, frowned as he looked the dracon up and down. “You the healer? Good yer here. Ol’ Durgum here almost didn’ make it. Some ceiling tiles fell down n’ nearly crushed us all, he barely got away. But his leg…” the dwarf sighed somberly and shook his head. “Can ya help him?”

[Dravol Arlock]

Dravol nodded, "yes I can I will need you and your fellows to make sure he does not move very much as the bone in the leg is set. After that it will just require that I apply some healing magics." Dravol walked over to the dwarf, "my name is Dravol Arlock, myself and my assistant here will be helping you today. Before I do anything we need to set the bone." Dravol grabbed a wooden cylinder wrapped with leather and held it near the dwarf. "You are going to want to bite down on this, the setting of the bone is going to hurt nearly as much as the initial breaking."

If the dwarf took it Dravol moved to the head of where the dwarf was lying and placed his hands on the dwarfs shoulders motioning to his companions. "We just need to make sure that you do not move too much well the bone is being set." Once he was restrained Dravol looked at his assistant. "Set the bone when you are ready." Dravol braced himself in case the dwarf began to move too much.

[Striker]

Nodding grimly, the wounded dwarf’s friend turned and aided his companions in restraining the roaring dwarf who was beginning to shake free of the many arms that tried to hold him down. His hands swung violently from side to side, crashing into a few cheeks and jawbones here and there, but his caring friends brushed off the wild blows, instead remaining stagnant while Dravol prepared to do his work.

The dwarf’s twisted leg was worse than it looked -and it looked pretty bad already. His knee cap was turned brutally towards the inside of his leg, and his thigh was broken in multiple places. There was also a compound fracture at his ankle.

“Hurry up doc! Yer gonna have to do somethin’ quick!” one of the dwarves cried seconds after a giant fist smashed him underneath the chin.

[Dravol Arlock]

Dravol closed his eyes and began to shut out the distractions of everything surrounding him. He was beginning to meditate in order to reach Clara. It would be more difficult then Dravol was used to normally he did not have a screaming and flailing Dwarf lying right in front of him. Dravol had to try though, before the dwarf's wounds got beyond Dravol's ability to heal. Dravol remained calm as he was meditating.

Once Dravol reached Clara he opened his eyes and began and looked around himself at the loose Ara. Dravol would concentrate on drawng the Ara to him and begin to mix it with his own Vis. Once Dravol had mxed the Ara and his own Vis he felt the familiar feeling of his mind enterng into the astral plane. Once in the Astral Plane Dravol would then begin to concentrate on the plane of life. Once his mind had found it Dravol would then begin to draw the essence of life from that plane.

Once Dravol had drawn enough essence from the plane of life he would then bring the essence into the material plane. Once Dravol had brought the Life Essence into the material plane it would be converted into the Mana through which Dravol would then begin to weave into the spell Healing. Dravol wove the spell around the dwarves broken and twisted leg to concentrate the healing on his leg as that was the problem area. Once Dravol had woven the spell he then pulled it tight and cut the thread of mana in order to release the spell into the dwarf's leg.

[Striker]

A golden light materialized around the lacerations in the dwarf’s leg, slowly mending the torn tendons inside and straightening his awkwardly twisted bones. Despite the process of Dravol’s successful spell, however, the dwarf reeled in pain, tears pouring from his eyes as he screamed for Cetheron to end it all. For as much as the dracon’s magic was healing his patient, it also pained him during the procedure too. Luckily for him, though, the dwarf’s friends continued to pin him down, watching with evident admiration as the wounded Zerdargian’s leg gradually appeared normal, almost normal.

“Gee, doc, mighty fine spell ya have there,” One of the dwarves said, chuckling and punching his adjacent buddy on the shoulder, “See? I told you them Paxians had themselves a good healer.”

The punched dwarf merely wiggled his tongue out in response, but his lighthearted demeanor faded as one of the dwarves cried out that their wounded friend was unconscious, his eyes closing tightly and his body suddenly going limp. “Doc! What’s happening!?” one of them shrieked.

[Dravol Arlock]

Dravol would have smiled if he could have he loved to help people. That feeling disappeared quickly as the Dwarf went unconscious. I have seen people become tired after being healed but this has never happened before. "Healing takes a lot of energy from the person being healed even when it is through magic. Now I will check to see if there is anything else wrong with him. Mordar I might need some aid over here."

Dravol closed his eyes and began the process of meditation again. He needed to figure out what happened since the dwarf could have some worse injuries then just a broken leg. Dravol's mind was racing it would be much harder to gain Clara when he was worried about what could be happening. Dravol had to have overlooked something earlier, he should not have just gone unconscious.

Give us peace, Diana, when the day is done.
Let us sleep in quiet 'til the morning sun.
May we find acceptance from the ones we meet,
As we share our shelter and the food we eat.
Help us fight the evil that we each day face,
From the ones who hate the people of our race.
When the night is over may you waken me
To a land where every race is truly free

Dravol thought through the Dracon Lullaby to clear his mind and calm himself. He needed to center himself and that was Dravol's best way. Once Dravol finished the Lullaby he normally calmed and it should be much easier for Dravol to reach Clara. Once Dravol finished meditating he would open his eyes put instead of moving onto the next step of creating a spell he paused and looked at the Dwarf. He had to determine if there was something wrong with the Dwarf's Vis something out of place. Since Dravol had never before studied a Dwarf when in Clara he would use one of the Dwarf's friends as a refrence in order to determine what irregularities the Dwarf might have in his Vis.

[Striker]

The unconscious dwarf’s buddies withdrew their binding hands from their comrade. Some of them glanced to each other nervously, and one of them even stared questioningly at the dracon. “Uh…doc? What’s happenin’?” He asked again, suspicion suddenly creeping into his voice. No one could disclaim Dravol’s spell; it had worked a miracle upon the dwarf’s leg, but why was he unconscious then? Had something gone wrong? As most dwarves despised magic and some even held it in contempt, it was clear who they would hold for blame if something happened to their friend.

After clearing his mind of his apprehension, Dravol would be able to enter clara. The realm of the Astral Plane descended upon him, revealing the magical world in all its glory. Every object, both living and not, radiated an energy that scholarly mage’s had defined as vis. An object or person’s vis was another’s ara, and this was exactly what Dravol would see. Each of the dwarves emanated a field of energy, much of which was presented in various hues such as red, blue, green, and yellow. The nearest dwarf was surrounded by it in abundance, precisely as other creatures that Dravol had interacted with previously.

Most peculiarly, though, was the wounded dwarf himself. He glowed a soft green, but the intensity of the light surrounding him was not nearly as vibrant as the other dwarves.

[Dravol Arlock]

"It seems that he is weakened somehow, does anyone know if he had any previous health conditions that could have put a strain on him." Dravol drew the energies from the plane of life and began to shape them into another spell. He was weaving nearly the same spell except it was much weaker, the initiate spell light healing. He wove the spell around the dwarf, he needed to see if this would cause any difference. This could be caused by any sort of problem anywhere from an internal injury from the accident to a pervading illness.

[Striker]

In clara, Dravol would notice that the energies that he generated towards the dwarf were being repelled around his leg, pushed away as if by some invisible force. He did not groan or stir as the dracon’s healing spell touched him like before; he laid still, deathly still. But there was another thing that Dravol would be able to detect; something was preventing the magical energies from actually completing the healing process. Whatever that was, though, could not currently be discerned.

“I dun think he was sick er nothin’,” one of the dwarves grumbled, “I remember ‘em complainin’ about feelin’ weird in those ruins to the west, but nothin’ more specific than that.”

"Yea, I remember 'em sayin' that." another dwarf piped in.

[Dravol Arlock]

Dravol closed his eyes to enter Clara again, this time his goal was not to cast a spell but to see if there was one that he could unweave. He began his meditation doing his best he could to remain calm as he emptied his mind. Once Dravol had cleared his mind he would continue his meditation until he reached Clara. Once Dravol had reached Clara he would bend forward close to the Dwarfs leg investigating it throughly. He was looking for anything that could be a spell weave effecting the Dwarf's leg. Dravol would lift the leg slightly but he would try not to move it too much. The only thing I can think of causing this would be a necromantic spell. If so I need to try and unweave it. If I can not do that then I will need to investigate these ruins that they spoke of.

[Striker]

Using all of his resources, Dravol’s efforts would be rewarded as he continued to study the unconscious dwarf’s leg. Although his draconian eyes were unable to detect any disparities with the mended wound, in clara, at least, he would notice a subtle strand of red ara buried beneath the dwarf’s flesh and mixed in with his own vis. It was as if something was contaminating the dwarf’s very vis, mixing with it and spreading like a viral infection. The red stream was significantly thin and sparse (and thus the reason for Dravol’s difficultly in locating it), but it was beginning to spread slowly even as the dracon examined it…

[Dravol Arlock]

Dravol quickly looked at the loose strand of magic that he found. he needed to pull the spell apart in order to stop it's spread. Dravol concentrated on the strand that he had found and began to gently tug it with his mind in order to begin attempting to dispel the spell. He used his vis to tug at the strand keeping a close eye on his work following the loose thread of magic as he was dispelling it.

[Striker]

The infiltrating strand of magical energy, unfortunately, was tougher than its slender form conveyed. As Dravol extended his powers to remove the fragments that composed the invading agent from the dwarf’s leg, it seemed to wrap around the unconscious Zerdargian’s vis, clutching to it like a child would a pacifier in the event that it was about to be taken away.

The unconscious dwarf groaned then, his jaws locking together firmly as if caught in some internal battle. The wounded lad’s companions, meanwhile, continued to watch the dracon at work, clearly concerned for their friend’s well-being.

[Dravol Arlock]

Dravol concentrated, he did not want to do any damage to the dwarf but he saw one more possibility that he might be able to do. A larger spell had been at least slightly effective, If this is Necromancy then Thaumaturgical essence should eradicate it. Dravol focused and began to draw upon as much magical power as he possibly could. He needed to fix this, he planned to simply pour as much thaumaturgical mana into the spell in order to burn it away. Once Dravol had drawn upon as much energy as he could handle he focused on the thread. He wanted to put it simply burn away the offending essence with his own essence. If it truly was Necromancy at the root of the problem then they should counteract each other allowing the Dwarf to heal normally. Dravol Started focusing on bringing the energy into the leg dumping as much mana as he could into annihilating whatever it was that was causing the problem.