In the beginning... Tiir was formed. Again. Most likely for the third or fourth time but nobody really knows for sure.
This land is host to bountiful magical potential, awesome heroes of massive scope and skill, and... medicine.
When the world was still young, five great tribes were formed. From the great mountains came the sharp eye clan of the dwarves, to the southwest plains arose the singing claw tribe of the massive troll-like lizardmen and the diminutive kobold, from the jungles of the north arose the intelligent and aloof shade clan of the humans, to the east came the orcs of the... orc clan. Orcs are not very creative people. Finally, in the wastelands of the southeast came the robotic denizens of the syrgazon tribe.
With the aid of the gods and powerful shamans, these tribes were able to weave together amazing magical arts. Great healers were able to close a wound mid-battle and bring the near-dead back to life with a flick of the wrist.
The tribes wielded great power and were respected throughout the lands.
Except they were all responsible for the biggest fuckup in our history, the fucking dipshits.
Actually no, they still are responsible. Let me tell you why everyone is terrible now.
You see, being a "healer" is not just about waving your fucking hands around with a close-wound spell and you think everything is all honky dory. You know what happens when you speed up cell-regeneration to abnormally high speeds in an open fucking wound? It doesn't just speed up cell regeneration of the host, no no it speeds up EVERYTHING. So now instead of an open wound you've got a septic knight with super cancer who doesn't even know that he'd be better off with a jagged spear in his throat.
So a group of people got together to make sure spells like that weren't in the hands of
idiots and formed the modern day healthcare system.
Great, yeah? Well no!
The gods and their celestial bureaucracy felt that the "medicine clans" weren't pious enough and all the support and power went to celestial church. They don't do anything scientific, they don't even do research to find out the best practice! So these guys have massive amounts of power and wielding their healing prowess like a fucking sledgehammer to make medical problems go away.
But there is hope...
There is one person that's here to make sure that proper care is delivered...
Do you know who it is?
"IT'S ME!"
"So yeah, that's why you should never go to a temple for healing."
"AAaAAaaaAAAAAaaaAAggh, WHEN IS THIS TUTORIAL OVER?"
"You okay there guy?"
"FAST FAST, GO GO, NEED TO GO, GO NOW, AAAAAAAAAGH, BEAT THE RECORD, BEEEAAAT IIIIIT!"
"OKAY FINE I DIDN'T WANT A NORMAL CONVERSATION ANYWAYS!"
"I think we're getting close to the city anyways."
You are Surly Cleric, a medical doctor!
You've just bought a clinic in the city of New Neo-Vilknorn and are ready to start your magical medical adventures.
You've been dropped off at the main gate. Your traveling companion has already ran into the city screaming and sprinting as fast as he could.
You look at your map to get a good idea of the points of interest for now.
You're ready to begin your adventure!
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Topic: (ISG) The Medical Wards of Surly the Cleric (Read 6128 times)