Timestamp: Dyo 81384 Who: Alamu Wearing: Green hoody, blue jeans The assault on Aurius had been horrifying. Alamu could do nothing to help them defeat the monster that called himself an arden who'd attacked the city, but she could help the hundreds--possibly thousands--who'd been injured once they reached the surface. To an extent. She was no Master healer, she was barely an Apprentice, but she did what she could for those who needed her. There were others among them who were also doing their part, for which she was thankful, though she had no need to be; they were just doing their job, same as her. Now she was out in the jungle, Vivuli or something along those lines, gathering what herbs she could. She usually bought them in the market, but...there was no market to go to. So she'd gone to the source, grabbing all the plants she recognized and packing them into her bag, moving deeper and deeper into the jungle as she went.
(OOC: Sorry it took so long, computer problems. Who: Qem Wearing: Black Cloak, White Jeans Xhoda was angered by the assault, it had thrown peace into chaos. Work to rectify this was slow, but it was something. He was here to heal those he could, and guide those he could not. But where was here? A village deep into the jungle that’s main inhabitants were foresters and hunters. His caravan came through here after picking him up and he noticed all of the wounded that they had found. This village was in chaos, the tribal healers were doing their best, but that was not nearly enough. The peace thriving side of his decided to stay and help. He only prayed his wife was not on Aurius and then proceeded to close a dead pendragons eyes.
ooc: I suck for this wait. I'm so sorry. ^^; As Alamu moved deeper, she came across a village, with many injured and dead among them. She flinched away from them slightly, wanting to help but knowing she wasn't nearly good enough at her trade to help heal them all. From the small number of 'dragons moving among them, and doing what seemed to be exactly what she could not, Alamu realized she should at least lend what help she could. Stepping out from behind a clump of trees, she began moving among them herself, kneeling beside a few with wounds she recognized as within her ability. She'd come to stock up on supplies, but it seemed she'd be getting practice instead.
Xhoda was still amazed by the damage in this area. 'We need more healers' he thought as he helped a young Feydragon onto his feet. Xhoda himself was exhausted, him not having the chance to rest or eat in almost a days time. As another victim of this tragedy was brought in Qem noticed a Lukuo treating some minor wounds. Xhoda left the tent while the tribal healers were preparing the patient. "Girl, let those with minor scrapes and cuts be treated later, There are those who are in more dire need right now." Xhoda the looks at the ones shes already healed, "And you all, go gather supplies and fresh water, and..." Xhoda had to stop, he was too exhausted to yell. He then knelled down and took a deep breath, and then collapsed.
Alamu jumped as she was suddenly addressed, pulling her hands away from the patient she was healing currently and looking up with wide eyes. She shook her head slightly, tucking her hair behind her ear hesitantly as she wrapped her arms around herself. "I-I'm sorry, t-this is all I can--" She was cut off as he turned to the others, and then the exhaustion seemed to take it's toll on him, as he began to crumple to the ground. Alamu shot forward, catching the edges of his coat and managing to lay him down more gently. She glanced around to see the others had left him to her to deal with, following his advice and leaving them with the mostly unconscious patients. She sat back on her knees, her green pupils swirling frantically in thought. She pulled a new, clean cloth from her bag, wetting it from her water canteen before folding it up and moving to lay it across his forehead, looking around and hoping someone would tell her what to do. She wasn't good at deciding what needed to be done.
