((Don't we have a magical healer or two?))
Guinevere does not have the equipment, nor, frankly, the skill to treat your condition. You need a full-fledged doctor at this point.
One more note on that: I was going to allow her to attempt to heal him, but she doesn't even have the Cure Disease spell she would need.
Manta looks around for any...vehicular amusements he might get into. Maybe a street race or something. Time for general debauchery as well.
Also, possibly get my car changed up if I feel was identified in the job. At least a new paint job!
A good paint job will cost about 25¥. As for a street race, let's see if you can find one first.
Manta: Area Knowledge: Seattle (1)Finding a good street race after reports of murder and arson is understandably hard with all the cops snooping around downtown. For most people, getting put in jail for a year or two isn't worth a little extra adrenaline and a handful of cash.
Go get cleaned off in a safe place (NOT MY HOME) and then go online to search for a weapons and gear dealer that I could get some things from, and see if I can also find a reliable cyberware surgeon too. Make sure to leave my loot in a safe and hidden place underground so it can't be traced back to me.
You could probably find a good safehouse in the underground. The Orks police themselves, so even if you do something illegal on the surface, Lone Star doesn't have much jurisdiction down there. As for a gear dealer, I'll give you an availability roll modified by any Computer skill.
Hakron: Negotiate + Computer (0)No surprise there, you were rolling two dice. If you were rolling straight Negotiation you would've been rolling a single die. Might be worth sinking some Karma into Negotiation.
Get healed up.
Guinevere: Knowlege - Underworld - Medicine (5)
Thankfully for you, while Guinevere may not be able to heal you up, she knows someone who can.
You arrive in a relatively quiet part of Tacoma, somewhere near SeaTac. The address you have is a little dated, but the crudely drawn Rod of Asclepius on the door tells you you're at the right place. You knock on the door and a rather unkempt looking Dwarf answers. She doesn't say anything at first, instead noticing the deathly condition of a certain elf and quickly rushing you inside. The "clinic" looks more like a large apartment than anything. Medical equipment is piled in different corners, and desks and tables are littered with gear and guns. A couple of uncomfortable looking cots are pushed up against a wall, and an operating table sits near the "kitchen", which is stuffed with high-tech surgical equipment.
The Dwarf calls out into the back of the clinic, "Hey, doc! We got a pretty bad one! Looks like he's about ready to puke out his lower intestine!"
An older, familiar looking man steps out of the back room wearing a white coat and a stethoscope. You can definitely feel a powerful magical aura coming off of him, and upon getting close to Mos, he recoils and looks a bit worried.
"I'm not sure how to say this, but you have a very strong magical taint emanating from your aura. Please go lie down on that bed, I'll need to preform some tests to make sure it isn't dangerous to any of us. Safety precautions and such."
As Mos lies down, the doctor introduces himself. "My name is Dr. Robinson. Guinevere already knows me as a... professional contact. This is my assistant," He gestures to the Dwarf, busily operating a holographic display emitting from a small implant in her cheek, "She calls herself Mari, although I've yet to find out what her real name is; She's a relatively new hire."
He begins casting a few diagnostic spells, looking a bit relieved as he finishes. "The good news is, the taint is not contagious. The bad news is that, being as magically attuned as you are, this 'disease' is going to cause you a lot more pain before it's through. As long as you stay here you are certain to survive, but you will need to rest as much as you can. I would give it two weeks at the very least. Three to be safe."
He turns to Mari, "Get me an IV with some Penicillin and a bottle of Vicodin. In fact, make it two bottles."