Serrif cooks up some paralytics and pain killers with Elem
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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]
by Elem Bree on October 11th, 2012, 5:50 am
Elem tried to calm himself and put his full attention on Serrif's words and actions. With his hands folded behind him, he listened to his teacher's words, absorbing them like a sponge. The process semmed to be practiced, but still open ended? Experimentation was the key with Philtering. Yes, okay, it was beginning to gel more. The setup before him was a configuration that Serrif was familiar with, or at least had decided on for the purpose of what he was doing. Yes, yes! there was no standard configuration. He would definitely have to do some experimenting on his own at some point. His mind filled with questions when they seemed appropriate.
"Could you explain the purpose of the heating procedure? Is there a particular stage of heat you are seeking? And why? " He knew that some cooking recipes called for different levels of heat, depending on the stuff being cooked and the flavors that would come out at the end. Maybe this was similar. "Oh, and I am not familiar with these mushrooms. Can you tell me about them? Where they come from, their properties and such? Mushrooms were not so plentiful in Zeltiva." He wished he had brought his own journal and a quill, but he would have to try to write it all down later. He did not want to miss any part of this process, now that it had started.
As for Serrif's last comment, Elem's face picked up a bit. "Yes, I am sure I will be blown away by Mura when I go. I surely will, but I think I will be in the area for a year minimum. I've only just started to learn all the things I want to. You and Kavala are all the education I need." He chewed on his lip a moment. That wasn't completely true. He needed to clarify. "Well, that's not completely true. I have many areas i would like to study in Riverfall, once I have the time. Different languages and cultures, archaeology. I joined the Antiquities Society and it is very interesting to me." His attention returned to the project, as he watched Serrif pour a mixture of water and alcohol in with the mushrooms, apparently to dissolve them into a liquid.
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by Elem Bree on October 23rd, 2012, 4:15 am
Elem watched the concoction begin to bubble. As he listened to Serrif speak, he started to wonder if he wasn't trying too hard. No, this was not the University. The University had a time tested direct approach to study and if one didn't ask questions, they may very well find themselves drowning in knowledge. Since this was not the University, though, it would probably be easier in a sense. He was using the alcohol to cleanse the agents and boiling the concoction. That was it. All of the mystery was purely a symptom of Elem's ignorance.
The note on the mushroom was important, however. Elem saw the white spore powder produced and remembered to himself, trying to think up some kind of memory device for it.
A hood showing white, have a good night.
A hood showing yellow, a sick looking fellow.
Mura sounded like somewhere Elem would definitely need to go, but it seemed very far away. He knew that was true literally. Based on maps he was much farther away now then he was when he was in Zeltiva. Beyond that, though, it still seemed ot be some mythical place. A white island of Konti and Goddesses, a story read in books and heard from others. His work at the Sanctuary and his life in riverfall were the real things. Hopefully nothing would happen to the island and its people, but it would most likely have to wait for some time until he could manage to go somewhere else.
" I understand, Serrif. I appreciate your taking the the time to help me. If i seem overly excited, it's because I am. Coming here has been quite a change for me and I really want to fit in and be an asset, you know?".
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by Elem Bree on October 24th, 2012, 6:30 am
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Elem watched the process occurring inside the glass tube. The contents were turning into gas and escaping into it, slowly condensing back into a milky white liquid. The process of distilling, before only words on a page or from a lecturer's voice, now became fact as he witnessed the process firsthand. He smiled as he continued to observe. Serrif was explaining how to best distribute the sedative, once its distillation was complete. A moment of clarity came to Elem, as he now had something to add.
"Ginger wouldn't be a terrible thing to add, either. I used it often in the Infirmary, for its properties as far as the effects of nausea. It doesn't taste too bad either. If tea isn't available, of course. That is a fine idea, however, to use teas in that way. I had never considered it." Next was the subject of weight and the proper doses in which to medicate the patients. Comas? Convulsions? It did make sense that such a thing could happen. What a horror it would be to injure someone you were trying to help!
"Balance. yes, I see. Any tips on how to gauge the proper doses? Does it change with each type of solution? I guess one would almost have to experiment on their own body to get the right mix. What a terrible way to live." Surely there had to be a kind of standard. He would have to look at the library to see if there were any examples. If not, he would have to make his own notes in the future and hopefully add them to the annals of medicine.
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by Elem Bree on October 29th, 2012, 9:22 am
Elem listened to Serrif and examined the small glass rod he presented. It made much more sense and the Zeltivan was awash with knowledge, understanding more and more how open ended this process could be. he did not allow his mind to wander too far, however. In the present case, if he were to produce sedatives for more than one person, a greater amount would be needed, especially in this region. Most men were well fed and conditioned. especially in the case of the Akalak, where an entire process's dose might be used on one subject. it was clear why work needed to be done often to keep the supplies up.
As Serrif explained other factors, Elem nodded, understanding this part quite well. "Yes, it is part of the question asking process when diagnosing the patient in the first place. I did plenty of that at the Infirmary. Now, what cases are best for the use of sedatives? Since we are Rak'kelians, even the basic mark allows for some calming of the body and mind. I realize many are not like us, however." He felt sorry for those without a marked healer present. "What kinds of ailments or injuries are best served by the use of sedatives? Is it mostly mental cases? To calm the patient?"
Elem examined the stirrer more, careful not to leave traces of the seadative on himself. " I believe I am understanding this process more now, Serrif. Will we be making any other concoctions today?"
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by Serrif Von Chatlyn on October 30th, 2012, 2:08 pm
“Sedatives can be used for many things, calming a patient down is a good use for them but they can also be used for a sleep aid in very low doses.” That was what he remembered Lym telling him back in Mura anyway.
“There are likely other uses but again medicine is usually always evolving.” Wasn’t that the awful ugly truth of the matter?
The process was continuing giving them a good amount of the sedative, not as much as Serrif would’ve liked but it was enough for them to label and store away in the clinic for a time. Truth be there was always more to do around here. More to make and more to explore, and now he was going to change subjects for a little while. It would be important for them to exercise caution here.
“Yes find me the mushroom much like the one you cut up only with yellow powder under the hood instead of white.” Seemed they would be making more than just medicine today.
The setup for this next philering session was a little different. He took a boiling beaker and set it aside. He would be making a mixture in it that consisted again of oblideration grade alcohol and water. Then cut up the mushroom pieces into very fine pieces. Once this was done he would put it all into the beaker and bring it to a slow boil. This boil would be needed to draw out the properties of the mushrooms. The alcohol helped with this as well ripping apart the mushroom and separating the pieces.
“Poisons are just as important as medicines. In a way medicines are poisons as well. Too much of a medicine can kill someone; keep this in mind.” He wasn’t sure the man would be comfortable making a poison, but such things were needed here in the Sanctuary.
A man either lives life as it happens to him,
meets it head-on and licks it,
or he turns his back on it and starts to wither away.
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by Elem Bree on October 31st, 2012, 12:38 pm
Elem listened to the explanations and realized further that he was not so far off from Serrif in knowledge. It's just that they had completely different realms of experience. Serrif had primarily worked with a mentor among other healers in a laboratory environment whereas Elem was more accustomed to hands on patient care, from sniffles to sutures. it made neither better, rather it gave them both skills to teach each other.
His ears perked when he was instructed to get the yellowish tinged mushrooms. he had not considered the idea of making poisonous concoctions, but it wasn't completely useless. "I suppose it is always good to create a poison so one can discover the antitoxin. Probably pretty difficult to do so without knowing of the original substance. If not impossible." Elem was very careful with the other batch, scraping them off the table into a bowl after gathering them, dabbing his fingers in the previous washing solution. He soom returned to Serrif as the elder put a new setup together.
This one consisted of a single boiling beaker. Elem brought the water and alcohol to him after deliviering the bowl. Serrif was the expert in this case and elem would not make any amateur mistakes, especially with something that could cause them both harm if not handled properly. His point about too much medicine being posionous certainly made sense as well. It was true across the herbal world. Elem simply watched, offering questions as they came to mind.
"I imagine it is important to cork this stuff once it is boiling? Are the spores a problem while they are dry if inhaled? I am sure we can cover any accidents, but I'd rather not have them in the first place, you know?"
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