The Hive Disease
Posted: Thu May 07, 2020 2:56 pm
Katani had taken a couple of days just for herself to relax after all the kerfuffle revolving around Sorrowsworn, or the lord that really hated Tavias guts. And once she returned to make a visit to Sigil to see what's up, she discovered about there apparently being some sort of illness running around the Hive Ward, prduced and spread by a cult of Ghaunadaur. Besides the small bickering between arguments which seemed to range from negligent sociopathy to overly idealistic yet somehow nearly as hollow stance. Though she did lean toward the latter more, despite an arguably fair point of view from the former. The general point stood regardless: People were getting sick, and she could probably help out with that.
Sharon did point out that the Cult was the people behind this "Slimey Doom" as the disease was tagged, and expressed that until they'd be dealt with, it'd likely continue to be an issue. And she's probably right, but Katani also knew a lot of planewalkers would be lunging at the chance to fight a threat that can be dealt with a sword, no shortage on that, and they'll likely do a good job of it at the end of the day. For Katani, it was a matter of innocent suffering that was a bigger concern, and far less interesting prospect to solve.
Problem of course was, that she didn't really know much about this "Slimey Doom" and it didn't seem like the few she knew, nor the SIGIS seemed to have many answers either, that of course meant going out into the Hive and figure it out. A part of city which had become more familiar in recent months for her, not without its own problems of course. Much like this Gorm-Ar had pointed out in SIGIS, the Hivers weren't always an easy bunch to get along with, yet it was the right thing to do. She gathered her supplies and made it out into the Hive Ward, asking around to try to see what's up. ((spoke with the EM about this via discord, following is taking some creative liberties for narration))
After several failed attempt - turns out nobody had a moment to discuss about... after which they zoned out assuming it was religious tosh, so she changed her strategy. And walked up to a group of not-particularly-savory looking people. Smiling politely as she usually did "Heya! Any of you want to earn a free meal? All you gotta do in exchange is tell me whacha know about this whole "Slimey Doom" thing." Katani didn't exactly look like a local with her fairly vibrant outfit, hair and face that wasn't filled with worry lines. Which took them a second to register, one of them said in thick Cage cant "Tell ya what lemon, ya pay the music an' we'll be yar skag."
Awww shite, Katani thought, her Cage cant was at best very rusty. At least she's familiar with term 'lemon'. "I mean... if you want me to play some song, I can-" she started chipperly "-jink, or ya'll get nothin'." the Hiver grunted, their opinion not at all improved. "Oh. That makes way more sense!" Katani grinned at that "Hundred a face seem fair?" it was plenty enough, the Hivers spoke with each other in hushed tones debating, and seemed to elect that they could get more out of this "primer" "Tell ya what, ya ask the question an' if it's easy, throw a tad extra garnish on it an' we'll make it sure as Sigil."
Katani considered this, but chose not to make no promise before asking the question, and see what'd come up out of it "What do you know about the "Slimey Doom"? I want to try to see if I can test a couple of spells and magic to cure it on someone" again the Hivers had their own silent discussion before the main man spoke "Pay up an' we'll help with yar "sickness"." its double meaning went past Katani, but she didn't need to think about it as she offered small sum, one hundred and fifty jink, fifty a person. "If it's good, you'll get more." the main man seemed inclined to argue, "bob the clueless", but Katani wasn't inexperienced enough "No, I don't trust you. When you need the brain power of the three of you to decide how much you can get for something I could get for free, -well consider this charity. Take it or leave it. It's easy jink, I know it, you know it."
Annoyed by being confronted, looking at the buddies whom wordlessly gave non-commital agreement in the form small head tilts and shrugs. They could walk out one hundred fifty jink richer for nothing, or they could waste five more minutes to talk to some rich sod for extra jink. It was already a lot of jink in Hive standards. But it was a game, couldn't seem too into it "Yar way smiley siren." they said trying to sound grudging about it "Park your ear, I got to catch a skeg at Twipt Theggast havin' it. Soddin' ninny chanters got him. An' he's been all about rule of sevens since that." The thick accent certainly didn't help Katani. "Um.." the hiver caught the drift "Listen berk, see that tall building there, with all the paints scrabed on it? Bang the door, say that Besk sent ya. He's got yar slimey doom." Katani smiled politely at that and offered another three hundred jink to the man "Thanks!" and headed to the building.
It had certainly seen better days. Graffiti layered on top of each other, anti-Triad sentiments, insults, counter insults, gang markers. Original painting drying and wearing out. Katani went to the door and knocked it politely. "Heya! Besk sent me here!" she raised her voice to speak through the barrier. Another knock "You there?" until the door finally opened, disheveled man, twitchy sort looking at Katani with his deep sunken eyes, like an addict that missed his past couple fixes and nights sleeps. "I.. I stopped that work already, I told-" Katani made a defensive gesture by showing her palms to interrupt him "No clue whacha talking about. I'm here about this Slimey Doom, said you could help." he eyed Katani suspiciously "I... can make it worthwhile to you! And no harm will come to you, that I promise" she smiled politely. Which earned another even more peery look at her. "... Look, all I want is to see if there's some easy cure for this, so I can start hiring help to create larger supplies."
The suspicion did not particularly appear to subside for that. "Get me drugged and bob me like a cony-catcher?" to which Katani seemed baffled, and she was about to point out that what he had was shit compared to everything she owned, but decided to get better of it instead "Tell you what, everything I'll use, I'll use to myself first? I promise to make it worthwhile to you, alright?" they peered at Katani considering it "... You're that wagon girl. I saw you once." Katani smiled briskly at that "Didn't enjoy it. Seemed childish and patronizing." that earned a chuckle out of Katani "Ouch! Fair enuff!" and got a little more serious "But I am trying to help, really." the man studied and considered it a while... looking left, right, past Katani, stepped out of the doorway. "You get five minutes." they didn't invite her in, technically. But that was no issue to Katani as she stepped inside and started to uncover her supplies.
Explaining each one of them and what they did, as she used the potions and wands in the order the man prefered. Going through a list of spells: Remove Disease, Restoration, Cure Light Wounds, Cure Moderate Wounds, Cure Critical Wounds, Remove Curse and Antidote. None of them worked, leaving Katani quite puzzled, but time was up, she thanked the man, and left them a bottle of arborean red wine, and a small pouch of 100 jink for his trouble. After this Katani left the Hive Ward to contemplate what to do next.
Sharon did point out that the Cult was the people behind this "Slimey Doom" as the disease was tagged, and expressed that until they'd be dealt with, it'd likely continue to be an issue. And she's probably right, but Katani also knew a lot of planewalkers would be lunging at the chance to fight a threat that can be dealt with a sword, no shortage on that, and they'll likely do a good job of it at the end of the day. For Katani, it was a matter of innocent suffering that was a bigger concern, and far less interesting prospect to solve.
Problem of course was, that she didn't really know much about this "Slimey Doom" and it didn't seem like the few she knew, nor the SIGIS seemed to have many answers either, that of course meant going out into the Hive and figure it out. A part of city which had become more familiar in recent months for her, not without its own problems of course. Much like this Gorm-Ar had pointed out in SIGIS, the Hivers weren't always an easy bunch to get along with, yet it was the right thing to do. She gathered her supplies and made it out into the Hive Ward, asking around to try to see what's up. ((spoke with the EM about this via discord, following is taking some creative liberties for narration))
After several failed attempt - turns out nobody had a moment to discuss about... after which they zoned out assuming it was religious tosh, so she changed her strategy. And walked up to a group of not-particularly-savory looking people. Smiling politely as she usually did "Heya! Any of you want to earn a free meal? All you gotta do in exchange is tell me whacha know about this whole "Slimey Doom" thing." Katani didn't exactly look like a local with her fairly vibrant outfit, hair and face that wasn't filled with worry lines. Which took them a second to register, one of them said in thick Cage cant "Tell ya what lemon, ya pay the music an' we'll be yar skag."
Awww shite, Katani thought, her Cage cant was at best very rusty. At least she's familiar with term 'lemon'. "I mean... if you want me to play some song, I can-" she started chipperly "-jink, or ya'll get nothin'." the Hiver grunted, their opinion not at all improved. "Oh. That makes way more sense!" Katani grinned at that "Hundred a face seem fair?" it was plenty enough, the Hivers spoke with each other in hushed tones debating, and seemed to elect that they could get more out of this "primer" "Tell ya what, ya ask the question an' if it's easy, throw a tad extra garnish on it an' we'll make it sure as Sigil."
Katani considered this, but chose not to make no promise before asking the question, and see what'd come up out of it "What do you know about the "Slimey Doom"? I want to try to see if I can test a couple of spells and magic to cure it on someone" again the Hivers had their own silent discussion before the main man spoke "Pay up an' we'll help with yar "sickness"." its double meaning went past Katani, but she didn't need to think about it as she offered small sum, one hundred and fifty jink, fifty a person. "If it's good, you'll get more." the main man seemed inclined to argue, "bob the clueless", but Katani wasn't inexperienced enough "No, I don't trust you. When you need the brain power of the three of you to decide how much you can get for something I could get for free, -well consider this charity. Take it or leave it. It's easy jink, I know it, you know it."
Annoyed by being confronted, looking at the buddies whom wordlessly gave non-commital agreement in the form small head tilts and shrugs. They could walk out one hundred fifty jink richer for nothing, or they could waste five more minutes to talk to some rich sod for extra jink. It was already a lot of jink in Hive standards. But it was a game, couldn't seem too into it "Yar way smiley siren." they said trying to sound grudging about it "Park your ear, I got to catch a skeg at Twipt Theggast havin' it. Soddin' ninny chanters got him. An' he's been all about rule of sevens since that." The thick accent certainly didn't help Katani. "Um.." the hiver caught the drift "Listen berk, see that tall building there, with all the paints scrabed on it? Bang the door, say that Besk sent ya. He's got yar slimey doom." Katani smiled politely at that and offered another three hundred jink to the man "Thanks!" and headed to the building.
It had certainly seen better days. Graffiti layered on top of each other, anti-Triad sentiments, insults, counter insults, gang markers. Original painting drying and wearing out. Katani went to the door and knocked it politely. "Heya! Besk sent me here!" she raised her voice to speak through the barrier. Another knock "You there?" until the door finally opened, disheveled man, twitchy sort looking at Katani with his deep sunken eyes, like an addict that missed his past couple fixes and nights sleeps. "I.. I stopped that work already, I told-" Katani made a defensive gesture by showing her palms to interrupt him "No clue whacha talking about. I'm here about this Slimey Doom, said you could help." he eyed Katani suspiciously "I... can make it worthwhile to you! And no harm will come to you, that I promise" she smiled politely. Which earned another even more peery look at her. "... Look, all I want is to see if there's some easy cure for this, so I can start hiring help to create larger supplies."
The suspicion did not particularly appear to subside for that. "Get me drugged and bob me like a cony-catcher?" to which Katani seemed baffled, and she was about to point out that what he had was shit compared to everything she owned, but decided to get better of it instead "Tell you what, everything I'll use, I'll use to myself first? I promise to make it worthwhile to you, alright?" they peered at Katani considering it "... You're that wagon girl. I saw you once." Katani smiled briskly at that "Didn't enjoy it. Seemed childish and patronizing." that earned a chuckle out of Katani "Ouch! Fair enuff!" and got a little more serious "But I am trying to help, really." the man studied and considered it a while... looking left, right, past Katani, stepped out of the doorway. "You get five minutes." they didn't invite her in, technically. But that was no issue to Katani as she stepped inside and started to uncover her supplies.
Explaining each one of them and what they did, as she used the potions and wands in the order the man prefered. Going through a list of spells: Remove Disease, Restoration, Cure Light Wounds, Cure Moderate Wounds, Cure Critical Wounds, Remove Curse and Antidote. None of them worked, leaving Katani quite puzzled, but time was up, she thanked the man, and left them a bottle of arborean red wine, and a small pouch of 100 jink for his trouble. After this Katani left the Hive Ward to contemplate what to do next.