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[Lord Fong]

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Fong bolted upright coughing horribly. His throat was sore, his eyes blood shot and his head was pounding. If I could only stop coughing long enough to get some sleep I’m sure I could get well. Fong thought to himself.

It hadn’t even been a week since the cough first started but it seemed to get worse by the day and now almost by the hour. He couldn’t recall the last time his head had pounded so hard. Reaching for a cup of water sitting next to the bed Fong lurched forward knocking over the glass. He sat there for a moment clutching his sides. A sudden wave of relief passed over him and he fell onto his back. Wheezing for a moment he started to daze off. His eyes heavy he slowly drifted back into the unrestful sleep, only to be disturbed again by momentary fits of coughing. The next mornings sun broke into the room. Fong struggled out of the bed and stumbled around , slightly disoriented. After a few moments he gained some sense of balance and started to dress. The day progressed slowly from that point by evening Fong was starting to coupe with the illness and was finally getting things accomplished. After filing a few request forms for the council meeting he set off to the bank. The coughing was now almost constent and his throat hurt worse and worse. Mayor Triest was standing in the town square greeting the citizens as they went about their daily activities.

Semper *cough cough* Veritas Mayor Triest.

Always Truth Chancellor. A look of concern flashed over Samon’s face.

Is all well Fong? You seem ill.

Tis just a bit of a chill, I’ll be fine.

Either way we will send for Raedyn, Until then you should get some good rest. Samon said giving Fong a look of disbelief. After a few more brief words and a disheartening visit from Beowulf, which was constently interrupted by Fong’s relentless hacking, Samon sent him home after Beowulf had excused himself.

Fong’s eyes grew heavy and his thoughts drifted, the coughing stopped for a moment and he was over come by sleep. The sleep was not restful and constantly interrupted by fits of coughing, sneezing and side splitting pains.
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[Miss Rhiannon]

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Rhiannon stood at the bank, waiting nervously with Cameron and Logan. A healer had been summoned to inspect Lord Fong, and Rhiannon waited nervously on his word. Finally, the healer arrived, introduced himself as Edgar, and told them of the situation. Edgar suspected that Fong was infected with a viscous virus that had been seen in Dagger Isle over the past year. Obviously, Fong’s recent sabbatical to Dagger Isle made the virus a prime suspect – however, his symptoms also fit the criteria. The good news was that the virus had been successfully treated before! The bad news: the healer’s notes containing the remedy had been stolen.

He knew what had stolen the notes, but was too weak and frail to retrieve them himself. So with some hints on where to find the fury, three tailed thief, Cameron, Logan and Rhiannon set off for Dagger Isle. After fighting their way to the depths of Deceit, they found the frisky creature who happily surrendered the book after Rhiannon treated him with some sausage and a bit of poultry.

Against Rhiannon’s better judgment she had allowed Cameron to come, even though his leg was barely healed from a tumble he took off the mayor’s roof. As she had feared, it was re-injured in a valiant effort to heal Rhiannon. So, it was after retrieving the book and sending Cameron safely on his way that Logan and Rhiannon read its contents. There, listed, were the symptoms – matching those of Fong’s. Also, there was the list of ingredients needed to make the medicine: polar bear claws, white wolf ears, walrus tusks, a bottle of snow leopard blood, orc spines, and a few other odds and ends. Rhiannon gave one frustrated sigh and the pair set off to collect the items. Logan began by slaying some polar bears.

Rhiannon gripped the paw of the first, dying polar bear, closed her eyes and sawed off the claws with her skinning knife. She had never done anything like this before…she nearly vomited. Next came the white wolf. Logan and Rhiannon slay it quickly and Rhiannon pulled out the skinning knife, again. She walked over to the beautiful beast, clutched one ear at the tip and sliced it off close to its scalp. She held back another gag as the knife ripped through the flesh. The walrus tusks were extremely difficult. She had to stab and saw at the roots with one hand and tug hard with the other. The snow leopard blood was the easiest to collect. She only had to squeeze its wounds and collect the dripping blood into the bottles. Finally, it came time to collect the orc spine. Rhiannon used her necromancy and slaughtered several of them with one quick spell. She smiled proudly at how well the spell had worked. She knelt to her knees, flipping one of the orcs to his stomach.

She swallowed…could she do this? Could she actually rip the spine from the creature? She thought of Fong…she thought of him differently than she had in the past. She had had a simple crush on him before, but now – it was growing into something more. They had talked into the night at the mayor’s house, sitting in the garden, watching the waves crash onto the shore. There, she had talked to him about things…good things and even the dark things inside her, and he had not turned away. He had not judged her, she thought maybe he even understood.

She held the body firm and dug the knife into the orc’s back. She sliced along the length of the spine and then tore through the flesh that still clutched the bones. She shoved the bloody mess into the bag.

They set off to Moonglow. They found the healer and handed him the dripping bag. Rhiannon waited impatiently as the healer mixed the ingredients in the cauldron. She felt a sense of urgency. Fong had become ill so quickly and she was deeply worried. For a brief moment it dawned on her how different she was tonight from her usual self. Her clothes and hair, usually clean, soft and pleasant, were now torn and matted with dried blood. She was not giggling and twirling her hair. Instead, she was clenching her jaw and pacing anxiously.

The potion was finished! And the healer was pleased! Rhiannon felt hopeful, she snatched the bag of potions and scurried off to Fong’s sickbed. He was more than feverish and coughing…he was delirious. He hardly knew where he was. Rhiannon knelt next to him, and helped him drink the first dose. Just as the healer had predicted, Rhiannon saw some improvement immediately. He became more aware of his surroundings and some color flushed to his face. Over the next hour, she sat with him studying his reaction to the medicine. He didn't seem to have any adverse side effects and he was even smiling. Of course, he was ready to get back to work.

"Oh no, you don’t." Rhiannon stated firmly. "Lay down."

"But, the town needs me…" Fong frowned.

"Down." She replied sternly.

He complied.

After a brief discussion of whether or not he was contagious, Rhiannon determined he was not – and kissed him – slow, tenderly. He smiled pleasantly, happily. She reminded him to spend some time resting so he could return fully healed instead of pushing too fast and having a relapse. He seemed disgruntled again, so she whispered some incentives in his ear and he smiled widely. He then relaxed, pulled the covers snug and drifted to sleep.
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