Tragedy Strikes the House of Healing

[highknight]

A shock hits the populace of Suzail as news reaches the peasants that some of the people who had been fed by the House of Healing in the past few days have died. Nobody knows what exactly happened but eyewitnesses claim that they saw people start to choke and fall unconscious to never awake again, others simply started to shakes wildly and foam appearing in front of their mouth before dying with a horrible gurgling sound minutes or hours later. All in all the victims of this incident died a long and horrible painful death with a lot of suffering.

Serves them lazy buggers right, should work for their food like honest people. *a rather obese looking merchant is heard saying aloud while observing the guards shutting down the House of Healing for investigation and carrying off corpses that are given their last rite by a Ilmateri priest who had been called to the site*

I told ya´ll, somethings fishy over thar. *a beggar with several missing teeth is murmuring to himself as he quickly snatches some belongings from some corpses before being carried off and a woman faints nearby at the sight of death*

Horrible, just horrible, how could this happen? *a man clearly in shock and close to tears rabbles on as he holds a holy symbol of Ilmater in his hand and watches how the cooks are led off in chains by the city guards, some children pelting them with dirt, mocking and cursing them*

People within the city soon start to tread cautiously around the House of Healing or ward themselves against evil or bad luck while passing by. Some seek out independent healers and apothecaries who quietly rejoice at the increased income, giving off prayers to Tymora or Waukeen for their fortune and luck. Someones demise are some others joy.

//Posted by player request with HK edits for clarity.

[Those Who Harp]

During the dead of night, an unseen individual places a basket upon the altar in the House of Healing.

When discovered in the morning, the healers find its contents to include a few thousand golden lions, bundles of healing herbs, a number of powerful healing scrolls, and slightly over a dozen magical potions of antidote. At the bottom of the basket is a piece of parchment, on which is written the following, in a flowing script:


"Cowards kill with poison,
and cowards strike the weak,
but so long as the melodies,
of the silver harp play,
cowards shall not know sleep.

Our deepest condolences go to those who were harmed these past days. While we cannot undo the damage thus inflicted to those who do not wish to return, perhaps some might, and perhaps other deaths can be prevented. All beings should walk free of fear, with the right to live their lives as they wish. To those who orchestrated this vile assault, clearly a diliberate act of poisoning by an outside party, we say this: May your harps be unstrung, your dreams die, and all your songs be unsung. Your days are numbered.

To you others, citizens of Suzail, we beseech you to ensure the guilt of those you blame before issuing punishment. Good men and women who volunteer, who offer of themselves to aid the needy, they should not pay the price for the true villains, those cowardly poisoners who would seek to undo these righteous deeds to further their own dark ends."


The parchment is signed with a silver harp and moon, surrounded by four stars.

[thriminak]

As before the tragedy and the days to come after the white haired Lily Mayel, Adorned Painbearer, moves amongst the stricken and ill, tending those that come and those that stayed with patient devotion. She leaves but once on the 16th in her squires uniform, and later that day returns in plain gray and red tabbard in the company of a red and gold armored gentleman.

Lily and Ander spend a time aiding those that are there, sharing gentle words of comfort with those that are in need of them, and tending to various injuries.

When that is done, Lily spends some time speaking to the healing houses staff members, informing them that she has taken leave from her more militant duties that she might dedicate herself to those within the house of healing, as both a defender and a healer.

And there she remains.

[Emerald Snow]

Darrissa Corrent of the Red Fellowship lends what aid she may over the ensuing days, laying on hands and curing disease . . . buying bags of bread and water from the dockside merchants and distributing it to the weak and hungry, and telling stories and listening to stories from those afflicted or effected to lighten their spirits.