in the House of Healing; (An Ongoing RP Thread) Aug 19, 2019 17:36:41 GMT -5
Post by ShadowCatJen on Aug 19, 2019 17:36:41 GMT -5
He gives her his usual scanning gaze, quickly shadowed with concern "Oh, I think you better come in"
She would nod again, uttering a thanks before heading in. As they walk she starts to roll up her sleeve on her right arm.
Mynian speaks in quiet tones to him, "Me got a bit o' a problem that me 'opes yeh c'n 'elp me with."
She'd avoid looking directly at him as she'd show her forearm to him. Upon it is a cyst, bulging a quarter of an inch up and as wide as the size of a gold coin. Ugly black veins spider out from it's center, the whole area blackened as if bruised. There are signs that she's tried to apply some healing ointment to it, some of the area red from apparent scratching.
"Tha book learned finger wigglers would call this a Necrotic Cyst, but from everythin' me been told it be a fair bit stronger than that," Mynian would glance at it once before continuing, "Tha necromancer whot c'n do this c'n scry, dominate, cause tha person pain... 'n worse."
"'n afore yeh ask tha necromancer whot did this ta me be dead," she'd stop short, then shake her head. "Nay, not dead. Killed. 'e were killed but ... tha cyst remains."
She'd look at him then, worry and determination in equal measure in her eyes, "'n me ain't tha only one whot's got this on them. So me ain't gonna be tha last yeh'll see with one o' these on 'em. But me gonna be tha first ta see ifn it c'n be removed."
Mynian would add with a weak smile, "tha War Wizards will likely be askin' fer yeh aid with this very thing as it be. So me figured why donna me get in line ta volunteer first, eh?"
A sweat starts to form on her brow. Perhaps stress, perhaps fatigue, or perhaps something more causing it.