World of Warcraft - Interbellum (IC Thread)

[MrAbdiel]

Jakk'ari and Zachary

You slink through the marsh with such aplomb that you barely generate any noise approaching the hut. You're able to get right up to it without stepping on a crunchy branch or kicking a barking toad, and that's a feat that gets twice as hard with two sets of feet. Peering through a gap in the boards and doing your best to ignore the hurricane of swamp insects at the traps nearby, you smell the lingering smoke of some insectophobic herb and you see two figures in the shreds of lamplight that are able to make their way through those gaps. An older gentleman, perhaps towards fifty, with an unkempt shaggy brown flop of hair and birdsnest of a beard snoozes quietly in a clearly homemade, bad quality arm chair. His clothes are mud caked rags, and his lips are stained black with the residue of what you assume are the bugs he's been eating. The other figure is a young man - buy the short cropped hair and youthful features, one of the cadets you're looking for - who is bound to a bed with knotted rags at his wrists and ankles. He is sleeping fitfully, shirtless, with big clumps of mashed vegetable matter packed on dollops on his chest and arms.

Spoiler: {Fluff}Jakk'ari's Herbalism (Routine Success)

Show

Incriminating as the scene seems, you recognise the herbal splotches as masticated leaves from the liferoot plant. It's better rendered and mixed to make genuine healing tonics, but very primitive uses include chewing it up and packing it directly into open wounds to prevent infection. And if this young man has taken that many open wounds, he's messed right the hell up.