Oswyn makes his way into the clinic, here early for his shift. He isn't prone to wearing his purple Physician robes, but he's here often enough that it oughtn't be confusing.

Skye isn't a physician but she does like to volunteer at the clinic as a nurse. She arrives for her shift, dressed in practical clothing that won't draw attention to herself. Her guard takes a discreet place to give the young baroness some room to do her work. She gives a sweet smile to those already there, and starts to roll up her sleeves so they don't get in the way.

Elloise is present in a learning capacity, as a student, shadowing Oswyn when he shows up for his shift. She's going to want to test to be a Physician soon, but really and truly wishes to make sure that she's prepared for the exam.

Azova is wearing her robes-- she's still pretty new in town, it never hurts to clearly identify what she is-- but she's dressed simply enough under those. Plain brown linen, easy to wash. Which is probably a good thing, considering that she seems to have taken it upon herself to tidy up. It's a slow night, might as well busy herself with something.

Walking at a hurried pace, wearing her physician robe is a Cora, looking rather frazzled as she seems to be trying not to be late.

Count another one in among the not-physician ranks. Derovai doesn't have a shift here, either. He's just here -- a dark-clad figure in the mix of what's beginning to be a small crowd, eyeing the gathering with some skepticism, arms folded as he finds a wall to lean against and lurk.

Meriah is present already with her purple shirt sleeves gathered at the elbows by drawstrings. Her hands covered in leather gloves. She half-sits on the edge of the main desk, arms folded over her chest; supervising when necessary. She yawns quietly into the back of her hand.


Some are here for charitable notions, or to cover assigned shifts. Amantha? She's on the scrounge this evening. This is nothing particularly new - the Harrow is seen here every now and then, looking for advice on salves and such. Or, on a good day, borrowing them. And there's plenty to be learned from discreetly peering over shoulders, while you're loitering about. The guardswoman stands off out of the way, green eyes idly following those who are actually working while a nurse rummages through the jars and tins in search of something, following their brief discussion.

The main ward of the Commons Medical Clinic is warm, comfortable, despite the cold air outside. The floors are cleanly swept and multiple braizers cast flickering shadows along the walls. The few patients that remain at this hour are resting comfortably in their beds, the orderlies on duty playing a card game near the front doors. All is peaceful, all is quiet. But there is something wrong. Some subtle creep of shivery anticipation that hangs over the ward like a shudder that has yet to manifest. A feeling of oppressive unease, as if the shadows themselves wait, lurking with weighty delight for something terrible to happen.

Outside, the weather seems prepared to storm, winds are picking up and there are thick clouds that hide the moon and most of the stars. It is not black, the torches are lit, so there is plenty of light to see the streets outside, the people that are moving, merchants breaking down their carts, collecting their goods preparing to take their things home. One of the passerby is Sad Abby, despondent as ever, on her way back from the House of Questions. Rumors have been swirling that she's been trying and failing to get an Inquisitor to help her look for her daughter, but the girl's been gone for close to a year. Still, every day Abby makes the walk to the House of Questions and tries to get someone to help her. She walks past the doors to the clinic, shuffling and looking tired.

Oswyn reports in and frowns as that... oppressive feeling comes over him. He glances down at his right hand and turns it this way and that, examining the ring he wears there, which is maybe a little weird. He asides to Elloise, "I've got a bad feeling about tonight."

Elloise counters with her usually sprightly cheer to Oswyn, "Remember it can always be worse!"

Asher knows the lowers - sure, he lives just north of the city center these days, but that doesn't matter. He's Boroughs-folk, through and through. He knows of Sad Abby, but being that he's not the kind to be able to help her, he tends to stay away; telling her he cannot help is too painful for them both, so it's better unsaid. Tonight, he has to enter because he's been cut; needing a bandage but without access to one, it's easy to walk here and get the help, than to walk all the way home.

Meriah hops down from the desk and moves to the door of the clinic to peer outside. She can smell the storm, that strange odor of rain, drifting in off the street. As she does, she spies Sad Abby--familiar enough to the local croaker. "Get on home, dove. Weather is turning," she says to the woman as gently as the cantankerous one-eyed physician is able.

Chub Chub, A fat black rat with an eyepatch arrives, following Jacali.

Skye feels the change in the atmosphere and lightly tugs at her skirt with a gloved hand. She gives a look to the door, then bites her bottom lip with uncertainty. She then glances at the physicians in the room, not seeing an immediate need, goes about restocking the supplies to make sure that they have things on hand when the next wave of patients come in.

"Like in books," Derovai replies dryly to Elloise. His shoulders draw up at that uneasiness but, Lowers fellow that he is, he spots Abby outside as well. He'd half-turned that way, but there's Meriah handling it, so he hangs back, his gaze drifting towards a patch of shadows within the clinic. His jaw sets a little, but he remains at his self-appointed post by the wall.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Skye before departing.

Mid conversation with one of the nurses, about to see to that cut of Asher's actually, Cora stops and shivers. "That....is a very unpleasant feeling. It might be that it could be worse but...." She doesn't finish the thought, shakes off the weird feeling and looks outside to see someone she doesn't know who looks sad, almost desperately so. Rubbing her eyes she sighs, "No don't go running out trying to cheer her up, you have a job to do." Shaking her head she moves over to see about that cut.


Folding her arms - perhaps an unconscious response to the odd atmosphere - Amantha sighs softly, patiently waiting for the nurse she'd been speaking with. Her attention wanders to the door as Meriah addresses someone outside. Bad night to be out there, something tells her. One hand rises to rub at the nape of her neck, beneath her vibrant red hair.

Sad Abby looks up at Meriah, a weariness glazing over the determination behind her eyes, wearing it down with her increasing hopelessness.

"Pretty much," Oswyn agrees, sighing faintly. He makes a note of his and Elloise's arrival and asks, in general, "How's it been tonight? Quiet?" He squints over at Derovai, who is like a kind of familiar blur.

There is a nod, as if words are too much effort at the moment.

It begins with a shout., Irate, the words inaudible, but the tone? That is very obviously outrage. The first shout is joined by another, and another, and then there is a shrill scream that rips through that oppressive anticipation. The noise is coming from a little ways down the street, past a curve in the road, so whatever is happening is not in direct line of sight. However *something* is definitely happening, as those shouts grow louder with added voices, and intermingled with that are bestial sounds. Incoherent roars that are not immediately identifiable.

Jacali meanders in from the cold, bundled in a spiffy new coat, gloved hands stuffed into her pockets as she makes her way into the clinic. She's been seen here before -- in fact, until very recently she had been filling shifts dutifully as it was required of her. She just stopped showing up. Her tophat is pulled low over her eyes, but the way her head tilts back and forth between the directions of voices suggests she's looking for something familiar. She does not, however, interrupt anything.

Azova looks up from her cleaning, thin lips pulling into a small frown. On the one hand, there's no benefit to fretting about every fit of heebie jeebies-- most of the time, they're nothing more than a person's own anxiety playing tricks on them.

But, then again, everyone seems to be on edge tonight. There's something in the air-- mutual heebie jeebies. That's never a good sign, is it?

Her current project wrapped up, Azova sets her cleaning supplies aside and-- that's when the shouting starts. Immediately, the Mercy is standing straight, her hand drifting to the hilt of the sword on her hip, blue eyes wide and alert.

"Oh, I see what you did there --" Elloise turns to wag a finger at Derovai, but by then she's already shifting to a new concern. The apprentice (medic, coroner, Inquisitor) falls back behind Oswyn with a sunny smile. Listening to his question, peering around the commons clinic in anticipation of an answer.

Meriah having the unfortunate pleasure of being in the doorway hears the noises all too clear. She bristles at them and reaches out for Abby. "Get in here now," she demands of the woman. The sounds alone made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. "Bring me my bag," she barks at one of the nurses and steps outside once it's in hand. She steps out to have a look.

Derovai tenses at the sound of screaming, one hand slipping down to his boot to pull out his knife in a practiced motion. "Not for long," he remarks to Oswyn, grimacing. "We're gonna want to get some light in here. I don't suppose any of you are stupid enough to go see what all that screaming's about?" It's not a serious suggestion -- probably not.

Whatever is going on, the passerbys, which had been a slow but steady stream becomes far more unruly. A surge of bodies run past heading away from the direction of those sounds, a couple of them body-checking Sad Abby, even as she stumbles into the clinic. It's like a spawn of salmon, people freaking out, which only freaks out other people. People reduced to a herd, trying to get away from whatever is going on at the market area down the road.

Hearing the noises, Cora dodges and dashes her way to the door as well and adds her own voice to Meriah's and as Abby stumbles she grabs and pulls to try and keep her from getting run over as she watches with wide eyes." I think I need to stand here with sword out."

Skye drops the supplies in her arms when the screaming starts, glancing at the door again with concern. She scoops up what she dropped, making sure that it quickly finds a home. When Derovai mentions that someone should look into that, the young baroness gives her opinion, "I'm sure the Iron Guard will step in, look at it." She glances at the door again, "Maybe you all should step from the door." And then the tide of people arrive, first Sad Abby but then others. She looks with alarm and searches for her own guard as she gets stuck in the middle.


Shouting is not entirely unhead of in the Lowers. As such, Amantha doesn't initially bat an eyelash. But when the screaming begins? The Guardswoman straightens her back from her nonchalant posture, crossing the short distance toward Meriah with only a few lengthy strides, following her that step outside. Overhearing Derovai's comment in passing, she offers him a grim smile of wordless response before broaching the threshold. She's not even in her armors, not being on duty this evening, but there's an air of composed calm about her, all the same.

As the 'herd' stampedes by and poor Abby is bumped through the doorway, the redhead checks her stride and leans back, to avoid being trampled; a hand reaches instinctively for Meriah, too.

Coraline checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 23 higher.

Derovai checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 14 higher.

Skye checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 8 higher.

Asher checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 19 higher.

Azova checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 6 lower.

Amantha checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 6 lower.

There's only a brief pause before the Mercy is searching for her own bag of supplies-- ah, there it is-- and slinging the canvas satchel over her shoulder, at the ready. "Whatever it is," Azova says to the man dressed in dark leathers, a knife in his hand, "It sounds like they're going to need healers shortly." The Darkwater lady moves to just outside the clinic's doors, doing what she can to manage the crowd of panicked people in the immediate area. Ultimately, the crowd proves to be too much for her-- damn. Muttering curses, the woman retreats back inside. That didn't go well.


At the screaming, Jacali's shoulders bunch up and she goes still, rather inconveniently right in the way of the exit. There's a quick press of her lips into a tight line, pulled at the corners in a frown as the yelling continues. Finally, her head snaps to the side to peer over her shoulder toward the door, owlish in its turning until her body twists to turn with it. "... Wasn't me, it wasn't, swear on me mum." She offers preemptively in defense, shrugging her coat forward, taking a few easy steps backward as others far more qualified rush to be first out there into the fray. She nods toward Abby as she's checked through the door, a quick hand offered toward the sad woman, "Right, diddums, in you get, away from the door, ey? Away, away with fyfe and drum, 'mon then, can stay with ol' Jac where the screamin' aren't."

Oswyn winces, putting his quill down. "I'm not going to be able to see whatever it is," he asides to Elloise, "But let's make room here. Everyone, clear of the door! You're in or you're out, but you're not milling about." His tone is businesslike. Usually he's much more hesitant.

Meriah watches as the tide of panic runs toward them and she’s thankful, at least, Abby is safely inside. At the mention of guarding the door with a sword she said, curtly, "No. If people need help they need to know they can come here. Go see if anyone is hurt and bring them to us." That is what she relays to Cora before stepping back inside. Moving to help Abby to a chair.

Sure, Asher needs the bandage. And he'll get it. But he can bleed for a bit while this horde of people are chased in, and instead he decided that it's best he get to the source - bestial sounds like that? That's no good at all. Thank the Gods he's got his gear with him. He's able to get through without much injury. Jacali gets a nod, and he points towards the people inside with a questioning look - as if he believes she might be able to calm them, or something.

Derovai jabs a finger at Abby, not even the slightest soupcon of warmth in his voice. "Someone watch her. Have eyes on her. She didn't show up here by accident. No such thing as coincidence." He offers Oswyn's businesslike manner an approving nod and slips out of the Clinic, starting to make his way down the street, knife in a gloved hand.

Elloise moves, swift to take an order from the crisp and matter-of-fact way that Oswyn speaks them, assisting anyone that's made their way into the clinic from whatever's driven them away from the market. She doesn't immediately announce her presence as one of the Inquisition - because she's not here in that capacity - ushering and directing folks in order to create a clear aisle for other medical staff and civilians to walk through. "What's going on?" She asks the people that have come inside, tone light.

Meriah manages a scowl at Derovai before his departure and looks back at Abby soothing her as best as she could with a nod, "I know, dove. I know. Just sit with me for a moment. Let all this fuss die down." She stays near to Sad Abby for the moment, awaiting them to bring her any patients. "Fairchild, was that her name?" She asks, trying to be conversational at least.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Oswyn before departing.

"Alright," Cora nods to Miriah and takes a breath before wading through people and trying to get those who need help herded into the clinic.


Oof. Shoulder-checked by a fleeing figure, Amantha is knocked back solidly against the doorframe as others venture forth. Gritting her teeth, she waits for a few folks to pass by her before trying again.

Skye checked command + leadership at difficulty 30, rolling 3 lower.

Warrior, a skittish pygmy goat kid arrives, following Felicia.

Coraline checked command + leadership at difficulty 30, rolling 6 higher.

Warrior, a skittish pygmy goat kid leaves, following Felicia.

Skye sees the chaos, that people are getting knocked around and manages to stay on her feed. She does gather herself, opens her mouth to give a clear and concise, "Please...calm down. Move in an orderly fashion. We are happy to help but you need to use your walking feet in the clinic so no one gets hurt." Her words, while not completely impactful manages to catch a few and get them to alter course so some of the beds are avoided, but her little stature doesn't do much to stop the panic of the crowd.

Cora and Asher spot natural gaps in the tide of bodies rushing past and are able to deftly navigate, using the crowd's own momentum to pass through. Derovai is right behind them with Skye getting stuck travelling backwards for a few paces before she manages to break free. Once they are all free of the main stream of runners, they can make their way down the road. There is a brawl of some sort going on. A massive man, well over six feet and full of muscle is fighting against a number of hands holding him back. His target is a man on the ground who is cowering, but still trying to give cover to an emaciated figure. Not much of that figure is visible, beyond the skinny, filthy bare feet. Those hold the large man are struggling, despite it being three on one. The man cowering has blood flowing freely from several wounds on his neck and face. The big guy is bleeding as well, though the sources are less obvious.

Derovai has rolled a critical success!
Derovai checked perception + investigation at difficulty 25, rolling 99 higher.

Oswyn stays in the clinic, frowning. He's near the door, but not blocking it, and waiting to see if someone answers Elloise.

There is a dull-eyed nod from Abby as Meriah speaks to her. She is led to a chair and sits, casting a glance to the door, chewing on a dirty fingernail.

Lips pursed, there's really not much for Azova to do besides wait, and do what she can to clear space for the almost-assuredly incoming injured. She casts a glance towards Meriah and Sad Abby, pale brows knit with concern. "She hurt?" The Mercy asks, her tone business like but not devoid of concern. "Crowd was panicked. Whatever's happening around the bend, it doesn't sound like a picnic."

Derovai sucks in a breath, scanning the scene. "Someone should take a look at the huge guy over there. I think he's pretty out of his mind." But he's willing to leave that concern to the actual medicos who are on the scene, bypassing the fight at hand and continuing a few steps down the road, moving with confidence, his attention on the street beyond. There's a nod to the others, as if requesting backup if there's a willing soul.

Jacali lingers nearby to Sad Abby and those tending to her, crouching down as she watches others pile out the door to find their way to adventure. She generally makes herself available, mentioning something about being here to help where she can, but otherwise being as unobtrusive as one can be. In this situation they don't need more people barking orders, and she seems to believe she'll be more help with Abby and Meriah, her head tilting to look toward the fiery haired woman. "Y'lemme know if I can do anythin', chickadee, please do."

A few people, caught up in the mob rush have fallen and there are a couple of minor injuries. They begin coming into the Clinic, though they are all wide-eyed and nervous looking.

Skye decides to hang back while others investigate. She turns from the scene on the street and moves to the back of the clinic where her guard is just now moving from. She motions for him to hand over the bow that she normally carries. While she doesn't ready it, just having it on her person with her hair pins in her hair makes her feel so much better. Then once the new patients arrive, she starts getting beds ready so the physicans have something to put the patients on.

Meriah looks her over for wounds but she knows Abby only happened by when the commotion began she shakes her head at Azova. Then barks at a nurse to get Abby some water, she notices the injured coming in and asks Azova, while she has her attention, "Watch her for a moment? In case she needs anything. Going to have a look at some of these folks coming in." And, she thought, maybe learn what the Abyss is going on outside.

Having called out in her most authoritative voice to calm down and stop trampling people and for injured to make their way to the clinic, Cora goes with to see what the heck is going on with the big dude and the bleeding. "I will check him out." Cora says as she begins carefully getting closer to the big guy, trying to figure out what is wrong with him.

Elloise offers small nods to the couple of wide-eyed and nervous folks that don't seem keen to start speaking right away. She offers a wide, beamy smile at Oswyn, shrugs her shoulders and starts to fetch for supplies needed so that others can aid those minor injuries. "The dead are so much easier to speak with. So I hear. Very chatty." She's awful at telling a joke.


Finally able to wade through the crowd, now that Coraline has managed to calm them somewhat, Amantha catches up with the others and frowns as she takes in the scene. Seeing as it's her duty as a peacekeeper, she leaves others to see to the cowering figure and the one he's attempting to defend - by the looks of it. She makes a beeline for the hulking antagonist and the trio struggling to keep him in check, following after Coraline as backup. Stepping directly into the line of sight between he and the man he's trying furiously to get at, the redhead draws herself up to full height and looks him square in the face, expression distinctly unimpressed.

Meriah checked intellect + medicine at difficulty 25, rolling 42 higher.

Ah, there's something to do. Azova nods to Meriah, and casts a kind smile Abby's way. "Yes, ma'am. I wouldn't mind knowing just what's going on, either." The injuries all seem to be handled around her-- bumps and bruises and scrapes and cuts, but nothing that's going to get anyone killed. Right now, at least.

Asher's not a large man. He's really not! But he has some manner of knowledge of what to do in the Lowers - how to act. And people accord the Grayhopes some manner of at least acknowledgement; that's what Asher is attempting to leverage when he physically gets between the large man and the cowering one, to be at least one more barrier there, alongside Amantha. "Hold up now, aye? Speak your grievances, give 'em sound. Better we solve this without the Iron Guard and the Inquisition." Hopefully this will distract him enough that others have an easier time to see what's going on.

Oswyn makes a face - maybe he doesn't get Elloise's joke. He says, "We need to pay attention to who's coming in and how badly they're injured. The least injured can wait longer for medical attention. The most injured... are probably still outside." He nods to Azova, clearly approving, and draws a few people aside to look them over.

Jacali offers a shrug toward Meriah as she's ignored, but since the situation with Abby is handled by one of the others, she's going to set off and start asking newcomers about what it was that has them on edge, doing her level best to calm the nervous folk that've come stumbling into the clinic. "What's this all about, then? Ey? Aren't just a fight, been too many of those here to set you's off to such a state... what'd ya see?"

Skye hears someone call out for a glass of water for the sad woman. She finishes getting the beds prepped and then rushes to get a glass of water. There's a flutter of nervousness, as she keeps eyeing the door. She does her best to stay focused on helping.

Reigna GM Roll checked strength(4) + athletics(3) at difficulty 45, rolling 7 lower.


Seeing as she's off-duty, Amantha apparently chooses to let that remark slide, flitting Asher a fleeting glance sidelong. Yes, there's a certain knack for how one handles things in the Lowers.. leave it to a Grayhope to have said knack. Was that a hint of a sardonic smirk? Surely not. Besides, she seems at least quietly relieved to have another body squaring up to the muscular man - he's rather intimidating.

"Triage, yes Oswyn." The young woman chirps, pivots on a heel, and plays fetch and carry as she's needed for both him and anyone else. She is looking over everyone, eyes wide open.

The large man is fixated on the man who is cowering, his eyes are bloodshot... or possibly just bloody? There are red streaks down his cheeks. He's also *filthy*. Reek does not begin to define the stench of him. His hair is a rat's nest, his beard patchy and scrabbly on his bloody cheeks and chin. His lips have a sheen of red slobber covering them. His mouth works as he strains against the hands holding him back. Veins stand out against his skin as he mutters under his breath. When Asher speaks to him there is no reply, he is not even looked at. His entire focus is on the man on the ground.

Speaking of, that man is crouched down, freely bleeding from a number of bites on his neck and face. He's sobbing in pain and horror, though to his credit, he's still covering that figure laid on the ground behind him. "He bit me! That fucker bit me! Who does that?! Fuck! Try to do a kind thing and you get bit!"

Elloise checked charm + empathy at difficulty 10, rolling 9 higher.

Meriah begins to coordinate the treatments as best she can, eye-balling the injuries and sorting people into high and low priorities. There's at least one badly twisted ankle, a woman who stumbled in the chaos, she has her brought to one of the beds. The one-eyed surgeon points to Jacali, "In the medicine cabinet there's a few vials with green labels. She'll need it to dull the pain. I have to reset the bone." The singular violet hue moves back to the patient. "And it's going to hurt."

Coraline checked intellect + medicine at difficulty 25, rolling 22 higher.

Oswyn sorts out the people with the most need - he nods to Meriah, though she might miss it, since she's busy - and singles out a man who's holding his hand close to his body. Oswyn looks over the injury.

Moving so that she can get a good look at the big guy, now close enough Cora begins examining him, noting he has singular focus she hopes she can figure out what his issue is and how to treat him before he turns on her or others. At the least she hopes to incapacitate him before he can bite anyone else.

Skye moves over to Meriah who's setting a bone, "I can help..." She looks to see if the physician wants her to assist with keeping the patient from moving while it's set.

Derovai checked perception + survival at difficulty 25, rolling 41 higher.

Elloise smiles at an anxious commoner, "Would anyone that's not been hurt like some water? It's going to be all right, you know, so if you saw anything weird outside - I'm more than willing to listen." She speaks in a soft sing-song, in constant motion as she's moving to pour out cups of water from a larger container with a dipper. Trying to assure the uninjured, but nervous in he clinic that came seeking a safe place.

Jacali doesn't need any particular amount of prompting to aid, straightening from her crouching position in order to scamper away to the cabinet, quickly retrieving the vials that were mentioned. "Green labels, eye, green as the great outdoors." Not right now they aren't, what with the winter weather, the blustery storms. But, apparently it's one way of remembering the order. She makes her way back toward Meriah, setting the vials aside neatly, tapping each on the top once as she sets them down, shifting them by fractions until they're lined up exactly. "There you are, diddums, there you have it."

Oswyn checked intellect + medicine at difficulty 15, rolling 25 higher.

Skye checked intellect + medicine at difficulty 15, rolling 24 higher.

Azova checked intellect + medicine at difficulty 15, rolling 28 higher.

Elloise checked intellect + medicine at difficulty 15, rolling 25 higher.

Meriah gives Skye a quick nod and motions to the woman's side. "Good. Just keep her still, I don't need her jerking around and kicking me in the face," she grumbles beneath the order. There's an immense focus in the surgeon's sole eye, as though none of the chaos mattered at all and there was, and is, only the work. As Jacali brings the vials over she gives her a nod. "Thank you. Want to help hold her down?"

Jacali checked intellect + medicine at difficulty 15, rolling 21 higher.

Meriah checked intellect + medicine at difficulty 15, rolling 35 higher.

Azova stays close to Abby, keeping an eye on the shaken woman as she tends to the handful of injured people nearby. It's mostly checking out bumps and bandaging up scrapes, making sure that any damage will heal easily on its own. The worst of it is a gash on a man's temple, acquired when he was pushed by the crowd and fell to the ground, but even that is cleaned and bandaged handily enough. Things seem to be well in hand in the clinic-- Azova only hopes things are going so well for the healers outside.

"Hold him tight, he is definitely sick, very sick, I don't know with what yet but we best not let him bite anymore." She eyes the man on the ground and moves quickly to check on him, in particular those bites. "Tell me what happened while I try and get you fixed up." She says softly, "And lets help you protect your charge." She stands between the big man and the guy on the ground to help him.

Derovai shoots Asher a quick, unfelt grin at his comment as he keeps heading towards the street down a little ways. At the mention that someone bit someone, he calls back, "That works in fights, if you've got to do it," dryly to the others. But he stops short, studying something in the alleyway, taking a few steps /back/ as he does so. "Hi. I'm here to help." His voice drops some of its usual chill, replaced with a bit more warmth. But he doesn't sheathe his knife amidst talking to someone a bit down the street, and he's quick to put a bit of distance between himself and whatever he sees, though not too much. "You his wife?" His free hand raises, another signal for assistance.

Coraline checked intellect + medicine at difficulty 15, rolling 17 higher.

Reigna GM Roll checked strength(4) + athletics(3) at difficulty 45, rolling 4 higher.

There's a few moments of thinking before Asher takes a step back, to look at the man on the ground. The check him, as well. "Show us the bite, aye?" He's still facing the large man, not willing to take his eyes off him. "Think the big one's gone mad. Something bit him maybe, or he caught some blight in the filth. Best you also get treated, if that's the case. Else you might catch the same. Who've you got under there?"

Elloise passes over a cup of water, another. Listening to the different versions of the same story with a growing sense of concern. She blinks rapidly, gentles and thanks anyone that shared -- "A large man had a woman over his shoulder. When he was approached he reacted unpredictably and dropped the woman. Then, he started to attack people without speaking a single word. However, the noises that left him were apparently terrifying." She reports this to Oswyn, wide-eyed.

"Could well try, treacle, I could at that... aren't much one for restrainin' folk, mind." Jacali doesn't look the sort that has anything in the way of physical aptitude, really, powered by a can-do attitude and spite on her best days. "... Could sit on her, if'n you think it'd help." She offers to Meriah, hat still pulled low over her gaze, gloved hands back in her pockets to keep them from fidgetting with the vials she's put out. Apparently they can always be a little straighter, a little more evenly spaced. The movement of her hands in her pockets is easily spied -- or would be, were it not for the fact that chaos has broken like violent tides on once calm shore -- tapping out a repetative pattern in there.

Derovai checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 7 lower.

Reigna GM Roll checked strength(3) + brawl(3) at difficulty 20, rolling 10 higher.


Oh sure, leave Amantha to handle the enormous lunatic.. glancing between the three grappling the heavyset man as both Asher and Coraline move onward to the apparent victim, the redhead clearly debates whether to haul him off to the cells, or just knock him out cold. The latter would certainly be less trouble. Well, perhaps.

Skye moves to the otherside of the patient, making sure to give Meriah plenty of room to work. Her grip might not be as strong, but she's determined to make sure the patient doesn't move while the bone is set.

Oswyn winces, looking up from his bandaging of the hand of the man he's treating. "That... sounds quite ominous." He squints in the direction of the door, as if he might be able to see down the street if he just looks hard enough.

As Cora crouches down by the bitten man, he is more than happy to let her look over his wounds, but his attention is pretty solidly on the big guy. "He came outta no where when I was packing my kit up. I asked him 'bout the girl and he came at me! She hit the ground and I went to go check on her and he bit me! My friends got him in a hold --" And it is just about this time, with a guttural scream from the large man, that the strength of those friends gives out and the big man is loose. He snarls and immediately starts stomping his feet.

Down the street, Derovai is approaching a stack of crates and when he speaks, there is an equally feral snarl when a blur of a woman, as dirty, disheveled and seemingly mad appears and pounces on Derovai, hands with her ragged nails clawing at Derovai's leathers as she gives a mad holler.

Amantha checked strength + brawl at difficulty 35, rolling 18 lower.

Asher checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 23 higher.

Meriah sits at the end of the bed while Skye holds the woman down. “Take the medicine,” she instructs to the patient and then looks at Jacali with a kind of crooked grin. "Fair enough." She looks back at the woman on the bed. "You want her to sit on you? I know I wouldn't mind my own self!" She asked and then, while the patient is distracted with a cocked brow, CRACK, and the bone is set.

Amantha checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 5 lower.

Derovai springs backwards as he's launched into, again distancing himself. More quickly, this time. No more attempts to talk to the woman; he's intent on getting very far away, immediately. "We've got a problem here!" he calls out to the others in the street as he moves to catch up with them.

Oh Gods, that's bad. "OFF YOU GET," he shouts to the man on the ground, pointing towards the clinic. For Asher's part, he knows he can't match the strength. But the bigger they are, the harder they fall, right? A quick sweep of the leg, and he's pulled the madman's foot from below him, making him land on his rear. At the same time, he's pulled out a long-knife as well - Diamondplate. He's ready to defend himself - and Amantha of course - if need be.

Azova looks up, towards the door, brows knitting tightly at the sound of the shout. "That-- sounds bad." She glances around-- specifically at Meriah, who seems to be in charge here-- her expression questioning. "We ought to see what's going on. They've been gone for a while, and there's nothing here that won't wait."


As the hulking figure breaks free of his struggling captors and lurches forward, Amantha hurls herself at his far larger frame, instinctively seeking to put herself between he and the injured folks - and those trying to aid them. But somehow it ends in a scuffle, and there's the muted sound of fabric tearing as he claws at her back. A moment later and he's on his arse anyway, thanks to Asher.. but the redhead hisses through her teeth, visibly wincing even as she regains her footing. Drawing the short sword that's slung at her hip, she rolls a shoulder back, in some effort to ease whatever discomfort remains there, and takes a ready stance to one side of the Grayhope.

Oswyn looks up and over at Azova and Meriah, wincing. Her heard Derovai's shout, too. "Alright," he agrees. "Let's go, then." The scholar starts to make his way out into the street.

Amantha wields a light short sword with two wide quillons.

In the clinic, those who were wounded are being treated and tended to, and all are grateful. They are also talking about what they saw outside and the story is morphing slightly as they try to make sense of it. The man, they all agree is crazy and attacked for Rob Foydin for no reason (Though one of them says that Slick Rob mighta sweet talked his lady, for he's been known to do that.)

Skye sees that Oswyn is headed to the entrance and moves with the physician now that the patient's leg has been seen to. She draws her bow, ready to defend the inhabitants inside and perhaps assist those fighting a bit away from the clinic entrance.

Skye wields golden seahorse rubicund bow.

Meriah sits back about the time she hears the shout. She looks over at Oswyn and nods, "We’ll wrap up in here. Be careful,” she tells him. She eyes Skye as she moves to leave, giving her a nod. "Don't kill anyone if you don't have to," she says, for some reason. Maybe something about her and weaponry.

Reigna GM Roll checked strength(3) + athletics(2) at difficulty 15, rolling 16 higher.

Reigna GM Roll checked strength(3) + athletics(2) at difficulty 15, rolling 6 higher.

Reigna GM Roll checked strength(3) + athletics(2) at difficulty 15, rolling 6 higher.

The woman that attacked Derovai is stalking after him, eyes wild, her mouth gnashing as if biting at the air itself. But that is not satisfying. Not at all. She tries to close the distance between herself an Derovai, eyes crazed, preparing another leap.

Once the big man is on the ground, the trio who held him back before rush in an attempt to pin him down once more. Two of them look tired, but all three of them are able to pin him down with their own body weight. "Will someone do something about this beast already?!" One of them calls, panting with the effort.

Hearing the noise, Cora turns and in one motion draws her sword to try and defend Amantha if needed as well as the two on the ground. Seeing all is more or less well on that one she will try and knock him out with the hilt of her sword.

Azova nods to Meriah, checks in with Abby once more, and heads out with the others. She doesn't draw her own sword-- maybe she's hoping she won't need it-- but she's definitely ready to do so, if it comes down to it. The sound of shouting from afar quickens her pace to a jog, closing the distance between herself and the source of the night's chaos. And-- hoo boy, that's quite a scene to walk in on, isn't it?

Coraline checked strength + medium wpn at difficulty 25, rolling 18 higher.

Skye checked dexterity + archery at difficulty 25, rolling 22 higher.

Oswyn steps outside and follows Azova up the street. He squints. "That's... that man is very large. That's not Sir Bayweather, is it?" Oswyn's familiar with, like, one huge guy, and that's Jeffeth.

Skye gives a sweet smile to Meriah, "I've never killed anyone yet and hopefully I won't have to today." She takes a moment when they reach the entrance to assess what is happening in the streets. When it's clear that Devorai is trying to get away from a crazed woman who's about to attack him, she lets off two quick shots that instead of striking the woman in the chest is designed to use her clothing against her and pin her to where she stands.


It's probably safe to assume that Amantha was incensed enough to have knocked the brute out in stone-cold retaliation and call it 'duty'. But Coraline beats her to the punch.. or butt, if you prefer. And it's likely just as well.. given a moment's respite, the redhead is immediately rubbing at her back, where there's a nasty looking rake of scratches from the man's ragged fingernails. She can't quite reach it, twisting her free arm at an awkward angle around her waist for a moment before giving up. A glance goes to those on the ground, then to Derovai, who's beating a hasty retreat back up the street from.. oh dear. Another wild-eyed loon. Is there something in the water?

Having knocked out the brute, Cora goes about helping Amantha with those scratches. "Hold up, I got ya." She says softly.

Jacali has no skills in combat, and thus seems pleased enough to linger behind and keep an eye on Sad Abby, and the others. She did give a nearly apologetic smile to the woman she was distracting as whatever was out was popped back in, but aside from that she's really not getting in the way. Certainly, the shouting from outside was noted, but with the amount of people that are now on the scene, it seems she's smart enough to know when not to add to the chaos when you can't help.

Derovai skids to a stop near the clinic, trying to look cool and collected about what just happened. It doesn't entirely work. He nods quickly at Skye, looking a little askance. "Thanks. But..." He jabs a thumb to the clinic, drawing a breath, raising his brows in a mute question. It takes a few seconds more before he finds his voice. "We taking them in /there/?" And he's not going anywhere near his newfound lady friend, to be sure.

Oswyn frowns, squinting down the street. He turns and runs back to the clinic. "We're going to need a sedative, I think," he says. "A strong one. I think we have some with the other supplies. Or we can make one, anyway. Anyone good at apothecary things?"

There is a sickening THUMP as Cora's sword hilt crashes into the big guy's head. His eyes roll back and he goes limp. For now. That THUMP is joined by the thwip thwip of two arrow zipping through the air and catching the woman's ratty clothing, sinking into the wood behind her, pinning her in place. She snarls and jerks around, trying to free herself.

The bitten guy stands up now that the big guy is down, rubbing his face and shivering. "My face hurts." The figure he's been protecting this whole time is finally visible. A miserably thin girl, eyes closed, as dirty as the other two, but instead of being full of rage, her eyes are closed and her shallow breathing is irregular.

Azova's eyes widen at the sight-- the hulking, mad brute. Another woman, looking no less mad. But her attention is drawn to the smaller man being tended by Cora-- well, more specifically to the smaller figure he was shielding. She makes a bee-line for them, already slinging her bag from over her shoulder. "Move. Please." The second word is added almost as an afterthought. The bitten man is hurt, but the girl obviously immediate attention. The Mercy crouches and hurriedly begins to check the girl's vitals.

Azova checked intellect + medicine at difficulty 35, rolling 34 higher.


As Coraline approaches her, Amantha reluctantly halts, having been apparently about to start off towards Derovai. But, thanks to a couple of remarkably well-placed arrows, he's fine. Traumatised maybe. But in one piece. Grimacing, the redhead, shrugs the top half of her hooded robe down a little over one shoulder, revealing the bare skin beneath and careful not to graze across those scratches if she can help it. "How's it look.." she murmurs, to Coraline, casting her a grim look aside. It's not in a spot she can see, but it bloody well stings.

Skye keeps her bow drawn, watching the mad woman try to break the trap that Skye has put her into, "I know a bit about mixing herbs but..." She nods to the woman that could get out any minute, "I need to be here, covering the door so no one like those two get in the clinic." For now she's playing guard since everything in such chaos.

Coraline checked intellect + medicine at difficulty 25, rolling 16 higher.

Well, that was settled without Asher having to do much. But there's still one more... Naaaaah, Derovai has it. No worries. He's more interested in assisting Azova with the girl on the ground. He's a good pair of hands, at the very least. And of course the blade of his is put away. For now. No need for it at the moment.

Meriah hustles around to make sure everything is right as rain in the clinic. For the most part the injuries are set right or just need a little time to heal. She moves to join Jacali over at Sad Abby. "I'll be right back," she says with some contemptuous regret. The physician grabs her bag and steps outside, she sees the gathering around the main area and moves, instead, toward the distant pinned mad woman. "She has to be restrained. This could be a high dosage of drugs in her system. She needs medical attention." She says, to Skye. "Anyone have any cuffs or a sedative?"

Azova's lips press into a thin, tight line at the girl's condition. She pulls off her cloak, wrapping the unconscious girl in its warmth, and gathers her up into her arms. "I need to get her inside, now. You," She nods to the bitten man, "Come with me to the clinic, please, we'll get those wounds seen to." She looks at the mad, currently being seen to by those more combat-inclined. Presumably they'll be moved too, as soon as they can be.

Cleaning the scratches and bandaging them quickly but efficiently, yay combat medic Cora to the rescue, Cora smiles, "Ah you will be alright, they aren't great but they aren't bad either." finishing the bandages she nods, "You are good to go." Turning she crouches by the big guy and begins checking him frowning. "Keep on him, he is not good."

"I could make a sedative, me. Quite good with brewin' of all sorts, me. Aren't all alcohol and perfumes... just so happens mine might well be the best in the city, might well be at tha--" Jacali stops herself mid-speech, mouth agape for just a moment before she snaps it shut. Now is not the time. She clears her throat, glancing about, hands shoved right back into her pockets where they belong. "Who were lookin' for sedatives, ey? Lessee what ol' Jac can provide."

Meriah gives Jacali a glance and then nods. "I need the strongest you have," she said and motions toward the outside. "This woman is deranged and I can't treat her if she's agitated in such a way."

Oh, sure. Nothing for Asher to do - Azova seems to have that in hand. He may as well attempt to assist with getting the large madman to a safe place, rather than unconscious, out in the street. It might take some time - he's huge!

Oswyn nods to Jacali. "That would be useful, please, if you could find or make a strong sedative. Thank you." He's lingering by the door, though not blocking it.

Derovai manages to catch his breath and grimaces at the goings-on, shaking his head. "That went well." He glances towards Meriah, his eyes widening for a second at her information, but he keeps his mouth shut. Medicine's not his area, it seems, so he's scanning the street where they've found themselves, clearly trying to ensure that this is, indeed, all they're dealing with at the moment. His knife's still in his hand, steel glinting, and he glances down towards it casually, tilting it to catch the street light thrown by what few lamps might be in this area.

Jacali checked intellect + alchemy at difficulty 15, rolling 54 higher.

The woman is struggling against the arrows pinning her, but they seem stuck in there good. The bitten man looks after the bundled up girl that Azova carries off, a little frown on Rob's face. "She looks familiar but I can't place her." He looks around like he's not sure what he's supposed to do no. The Big Guy is still pinned by those three friends of Rob's. "Can we get up now?" One looks to another and says, "How much you want to bet they're going to ask us to carry his heavy ass back to the clinic?" The last one laughs and says, "I ain't losing silver on that bet."


"Thanks." The word might be simple, but there's genuine feeling behind it as it's offered to Coraline. With the field dressing in place, Amantha shrugs her heavy robe back up and likewise turns her attention to the unconscious brute on the ground, nodding resolutely. "Little trip to the cells for this one, I reckon." Her green eyes flit around the trip who've helped admirably thus far. "Not the clinic. But you're not far off. Think you lads can give me a hand..? Be a couple of whiskies in it for each of you.." A glance goes to Asher as he materialises again, looking keen to help; a brow arching to extend the enquiry to him.

"The man is very sick, but yes the cells will keep him contained at least, however he will need care as well. I don't know if he will survive this so not your average cell stay. And I will help carry and will stay on to try and treat him." Cora nods, "Come on lads, you get help so lets get this done."

Azova hurries down the street, child in her arms, towards the clinic. "I need help with this one," She calls to any healers who are currently unoccupied, making for the nearest free bed. "Blankets and hot water-- some cooler, too, she needs to drink something. There's another man outside who can be treated-- he was attacked, beat up pretty badly, but not mad like the others."

Derovai checked intellect + streetwise at difficulty 30, rolling 22 higher.

It doesn't take long before Jacali's set to work, coat pushed aside as she rummages about in her numerous pouches and plethora of giant pockets, pulling out this and that as she goes about her mixing. She meanders away to make use of the facilities in lieu of her alchemy station back at the Cauldron, murmuring under her breath the entire while, "One, two, three, four... two, three... two, three... four..." She trails off, squinting down at the concoction in the vial she's turning this way and that. The hand not gripping the vial between gloved fingers tightens into a fist as she struggles against her insane need to insist upon the creation her form of perfection. She sucks in a breath, her head bowing as she turns back around to pace back toward Meriah, glancing sidelong to Oswyn for a brief moment, before she hands it over to the dark haired woman.
"There you are, chickadee... quite strong, that, it is at that. Should do the trick. Off you pop, ey?"

Meriah accepts the sedative from Jacali and gives a clever smile. "Sweet as peach. Thank you kindly." She looks to Oswyn as Azova approaches. "You have that handled? I'm taking this one," she nods to Skye, "I'll need help with giving this to that woman."

"Best put him in a cell his own, aye? He's sick, something fierce, but he wakes up and might throttle anyone he gets his hands on. If I don't miss my guess, got it from the girl what was being protected. Bet he's burning himself out, like a fever." Not that Asher knows anything about that, in a medical way. Of course Asher will help carry him, though. "Might do to fetch someone of the Faith - might be that they can help as well... Or, if things turn sour, burial rites."

"Thank you," Oswyn tells Jacali; he looks over at Meriaha, then at Azova and the girl, and his head bobs. The Scholar heads for the hot water bubbling away at the heath and pours some into a bowl to cool off some. Next up: blankets.

Skye is satisfied for the moment the girl is secure so she puts away the bow and then the petite lady moves over to help hold the woman while the physican sees to giving her the meds. She looks around to see if there is anyone else there to help.

Derovai draws in a breath at the sight of the girl, staring at her for a long, long moment. He draws closer to Azova, murmuring something to her, before he calls a bit breathlessly to Asher, having caught the man's words, "Hold up." And then he's disengaging from them both.

Meriah checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 21 higher.

Skye checked strength + athletics at difficulty 10, rolling 7 higher.


"Well, he sure as Abyss isn't going anywhere near the clinic." Amantha offers this evenly, already moving to grasp one of the large man's legs, perhaps to nudge the menfolk into being useful, leading by example. "We can clean him up just as well in a cell. If this.. whatever this is.. passes, then we'll reconsider. But for now.. yes." The Harrow nods aside in agreement with Asher, a definite acknowledgement for the good sense in his words, before looking back across at Coraline. "Off we go. On three?" She reaffirms her grasp on the bugger's calf, bracing herself as she prepares to shoulder some of the burden. On her good shoulder, that is. She's doggedly determind, you have to say that for her. And rather well-spoken for a commoner, even if she is a Guardswoman. Pausing - not without a hint of perplexity - she waits for Derovai to approach.

About to lift the big man's shoulder, Cora pauses as well. "Oh yes of course but he should be treated the entire time, hopefully it will pass." She waits for Derovai to say what needs saying, "The longer we wait the more likely he wakes up." she notes dryly.

Meriah has done this a thousand times it feels. The mad ones are just the most scared. She uncorks the vial and as Skye pins her, she slips the sedative in and then forces the woman’s mouth closed. When it’s swallowed she almost instantly passes out and the physician nods to Skye. "She has to be looked at right away. If its drugs, the sedative could have a negative reaction with the chemicals in her blood. But this was the only way," she looks at the woman--almost sadly--and adds, "You'll be alright. I'm sorry this happened."

Asher shakes his head at Derovai in response. "No but thank you. I've no idea how to use it, and this could still be a mundane malady." After a thought, he takes his long-knife out, and places the flat of it against one of the large man's sores. If it's Abyssal, it would recoil... Right? "If you can save the girl, you can save these two, I would think." And then he's helping to get Mr. Behemo off to the cells.

Azova shoots Derovai a look of surprise, brows rising slightly at his words. "How about that." She murmurs, but then she's back to business. She nods gratefully to Oswyn for his help, casting a brief, worried glance over her shoulder towards the door. Not gonna be such a quiet night at the clinic, after all. First order of business is getting the poor kid some clean water to drink, and then seeing if she can get a better idea to the child's condition once some of that grime has been cleaned off.


There's a soft chuckle, of all things, from Amantha in response to Coraline's wry wit. But once everyone's done to'ing and fro'ing, she helps heft the enormous man off the ground - at least a few inches to keep his arse from dragging - and sets off in the direction of the Iron Guard cells. She offers, by way of farewell, and to no one in particular, "I'll send someone to fetch the other one.."

Oswyn nods back to Azova, moving quickly and efficiently. He's well-practiced at this stuff, and he follows directions without complaint.

This time, things go pretty well according to plan. The woman tries and fails to evade Meriah's deft hand at medicating her, and between the medic and Skye's efforts, the brew touches the woman's lips and Jacali's talents are once more plain to see. THe woman almost immediately slumps into a deep slumber. Those arrow's of Skye's still pinning her dress to the wall behind her. As for Mr. Behemo, he is carried by a coterie into the Iron Guard lock up, along with the unconscious woman, once they've pried the arrows out. This leaves poor Slick Rob of the silver tongue and the girl left in the commons clinic.

Skye gives a nod to Meriah, calling out to Amantha as she takes the big guy away, "We'll watch over her till the guards get here." When the guards arrive to take her away, she gives a shy smile and tells the physician, "I...I should get back to work. There are others to see to." She starts to make her way back to the clinic, making sure to give her bow back to her guard so it doesn't worry the commoners in there seeking help.

Chub Chub, A fat black rat with an eyepatch have been dismissed.

Meriah nods to Skye and gives her a wide grin. "You did good. Thank you," then she stands and takes her physician bag back to the clinic.