“Quick, Quick come here” The healer grabbed Hakals hand, dragging him over to another nearby desk before filling the kroxigors large hands with medical equipment and crystalline vials. “Just er, Just hold these for me, please. When, When I say pass them to me” The healer mumbled for rushing off again, Guiding Quas to sit down on a large slab of rock.
Meanwhile, Tiqxoltiq Quickly flicks through the pages of a large leatherbound book, its pale bamboo pages slightly damp and mottled with flecks of mould and chemical stains.
Flipping page after page, Tik Eventually reaches the one he was looking for, A double spread filled with saurian characters, Indicating symbols and complex diagrams. His eyes now following his finger as it dragged along the rough surface of the page Tik shouts out “Here, Here this is the one, Zuztle I found it.” Before stabbing the page with his finger and placing the book next to Kuoteq’s Shuddering body.
With a mental image of the page in his mind, The then priest begins to rush around the familiar room grabbing small jars and handfuls of flowers before passing them to Zuztle who was now beginning to treat Kuoteq’eko…
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“Uh, Uhh Something for the pain, Quick, uhh” Zuztle mutters whilst searching the books open page. Something seems to click in the frail healer’s mind as he quickly darts over to the other end of the table that was now occupied by a series of flasks and jars.
After picking up a large jar with both hands that was filled with a strange orange broth Zuztle moved over to another desk before plunging his hand into the thick liquid and retrieving a large clump of bizarre sponge-like fungus. “Ahh, this will do” His voice erratic and uneven whilst he shoved a cluster of the fungi into a small machine with one hand, and turned a small screeching handle with the other.
Without wasting time, Zuztle quickly grabbed a handful of the orange sludge that was getting forced out of the contraption and headed back over to his patient who was seething and struggling to breathe, as the pain-reducing chemicals of combat were beginning to fade. “Here, Tik, You know what to do” Zuztle passed the slime into the unwounded priest's hands.
Tik had been helping Zuztle ever since they had set up the camp and knew what to do within seconds. “Kuoteq…. Er.. Try to ignore the taste..” He hissed before feeding the sludge into the priest's mouth that was now frothing with thick orange saliva.
After passing off the slime, the healer fumbled around in a drawer, pulling out a set of finely crafted needles dipped in a small vial of white liquid as well as a collection of bandages and a roll of silk thread.
ordering Hakal to gently pin Kuoteq down, Zuztle returned to his patients left arm before he jolted it back into position and began to treat the skinks many larger wounds by first dripping a small drop of clear liquid into the cut or scrape, sprinkling in a pinch of powder and then carefully sewing the wound shut. The experienced healer’s hand making the work quick and steady despite Kuoteq’s Desperate thrashing.
After several gruelling minutes of ceaseless operation, Zuztle finally wrapped small bandages around the larger wounds and fitted on a fibre sling onto the skink priests wounded arm.
“Alright, alright It's all done now… Only the Old onesss know what caused those dreadful wounds… Just, Er try to keep it steady and be careful with your arm priest.” Zuztle spoke in a soothing yet irregular voice whilst sitting the priest up and passing him a small wooden bowl filled with herb and mineral-infused water provided from Tik.
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Having Kuoteq Guided to a small wooden stool where he could rest in the corner by Tik, Zuztle now turned his attention to Quas who had watched the procedure unfold.
Calling for Hakals help, Zuztle and him moved the Stone slab that Quas was sitting on into the centre of the room, the floorboards below it whining like an injured patient as they strained. “All right big Krox, Come here So I can take a look at your injuries”
Reluctant Quas stumbled over, Sitting down and closing his large eyes to let the healer do his work.
Wincing at the thought of the pain Quas was undergoing, Zuztle inspected the wounds quickly, He wanted to get these lizardmen back to health as soon as possible.
Now grabbing a small handful of instruments and a vial of clouded liquid, Zuztle began carefully scrape away at the wounds, cleaning them up after picking out small spikes or flakes of rock that had somehow made their way into the wounds. Before Sewing them shut, The skink applied a small dab of herbal Elixir to the wounds, the potent liquid steamed and hissed before it slowly sinks into the kroxigors flesh and bloodstream, Fortifying it from infection as well as helping speed up the regeneration process. Despite its obvious benefits, The Elixir caused Quas’s Wounds to burn with chotecs rage, Forcing even the mighty kroxigor to whine and howl with pain as what felt like thousands of burning needles pierced through the soft flesh exposed by his wounds and cuts…
