Realm of Holocene, a Game of Thrones-esque world with fewer politics and more creatures. Mystical and Believable.
Aden El-Rahm, a young sellsword with a -cool, calm, and confident- demeanor who holds a debauchery secret, finds himself facing a fate...
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Today was relatively a slow day with only the Jasmine incident making their day more interesting. The defenders tended to their wounds in the infirmary and counted the casualties. None of them are harpies' related injuries. They were relieved to find that there were only four injured with minor wounds and no one had died. It was a small victory, but it was an achievement nonetheless. They knew that they had made progress in their fight against the harpies.
Aden was admitted to the infirmary directly after he succeeded in bringing Jasmine back. The infirmary stood as a sanctuary for the sick and wounded, a place where the healing arts are practiced amidst the backdrop of stone walls and flickering torchlight. As Aden entered, the air was heavy with the scent of herbs and poultices, mingled with the faint aroma of burning incense meant to ward off malevolent spirits and cleanse the space of illness.
The infirmary was a large, open hall with high ceilings supported by sturdy wooden beams. Narrow windows allow shafts of daylight to filter in, casting warm pools of illumination on the flagstone floor below. A hearth crackles with flames, providing both warmth and a means to boil water for medicinal purposes.
Around the perimeter of the room, wooden cots are arranged in neat rows, each one draped with clean linens and blankets. Nearby, shelves are lined with jars and bottles containing various remedies—dried herbs, salves, and tinctures—all meticulously labeled and organized by the resident apothecary.
Now, No one was in the infirmary except Aden and Laura. Even Maeda survived the rescue mission unscathed.
The Sisters of Aione were skilled healers. They were Laura, Indry, and Agnes. Laura had been a sister of Aione before she married Eugene the baker, and she was grateful for the care and attention that the healer was giving her.
As Laura tended to Aden, she watched with concern. Aden had tried to act strong, but she could see the bruises and cut wounds on his back from the harpy attack. They weren't deep, but they were long and needed to be taken care of.
"Does it hurt?" Laura asked, her voice soft and gentle. Her soft hands comforted Aden.
Aden shrugged, trying to hide the pain. "It's nothing," he acted tough, his voice strained.
But Laura could see through his facade. She knew that he was in pain, and she wanted to help him.
"Let me help you," she said, her voice firm and resolute. "I know a thing or two about tending to wounds."
Aden hesitated, his eyes scanning her face. He could see the concern and compassion in her eyes, and he knew that she was genuine in her offer to help.
"Okay," he said, his voice softening. "Thank you."
Laura smiled, her eyes gleaming with warmth. She began to clean and dress his wounds, her hands gentle and skilled.
As she worked, Aden felt a sense of comfort and relief. He knew that he was in good hands and that he would be okay. He would be ready for the next task, collecting arrows and bolts scattered throughout the village.
