Log: Survey of the Forward 331st Apothecary Camp
Posted: October 8th, 2022, 10:10 pm
The morning of the 8th of Goldleaf dawned bright, illuminating the light frost the night before had brought across the Fort. Outside the East Gate members of the de Ravin Parish and First Torian gathered, waiting for others to join them as they set out for the 331st Apothecary Corps medical camp. It had been nearly a year since the field hospital had been decimated and with the recent attack by the Forlorn Hope weaponizing the Torment, it was imperative that a quarantine zone be set up.
The camp was an ideal location. Far enough from Fort Praesidium that in the case of an outbreak the Afflicted would be a safe distance from the major population and was close enough to a well-traveled road to make it convenient for those who would be spending their time there. The Foundry horse paths made it even easier though on this day they would be making the trek on foot.
As the sun fully rose, more than a dozen people stood together prepared to make the journey northeast. With Kaine leading the way, those skilled at arms took up positions at the fore and flank of the party, protecting them from the various dangers they passed on the way. Despite the solemn nature of their task, the trip there had a lighthearted air, punctuated with jokes and a bit of a song by the Legatus. As they approached the burnt husk the mood turned somber and for a time they simply took it in.
“What happened here?” Maeby asked as they began to pass through the charred and broken gate.
“Burned it all,” Kyber answered. “Voice of the People,” Lucien added, giving a name to the fiends who’d caused such pointless destruction.
“Definitely needs better walls.” Nicolien said more to herself as she made notes, taking in the disrepair of the wooden spikes.
The group made their way through the camp, noting the half-destroyed watchtowers and burnt tents that once acted as a clinic and operating space. Very little, if anything, was salvageable and if they wanted to rebuild it properly, tents and wooden walls would not suffice.
In the very back of the camp, walled off from the rest, was the are that had been used for quarantine during the plague of years past and would serve again if necessary. Instead of wooden walls, stone would be needed and sturdy housing complete with cells at the suggestion of Doctor Drusilla.
As they gathered again at the front of the camp, talk turned to logistics. How many resources would be needed? What buildings and facilities were essential? Who would staff and run it? Pay for it? Keep it stocked?
Lucien was adamant that the Province as a whole could pull together to see all of it done, just as the factions had once joined together to protect the refugee camp. The Parish would offer to pay doctors if need be and write to Redholme requesting the Apothecary Corps send people.
In the end, they agreed that it was a just and necessary cause and aid would be given if needed. At the suggestion of one of the group, Nicolien collected a soil sample to bring back to the Fort for testing. If the land proved already stricken, their efforts would be for naught. With the suggestion that they all head to the Meddler’s Risk for a bite and a drink, they dispersed, each going their own way and plans for the re-establishment of a quarantine camp taking root.
The camp was an ideal location. Far enough from Fort Praesidium that in the case of an outbreak the Afflicted would be a safe distance from the major population and was close enough to a well-traveled road to make it convenient for those who would be spending their time there. The Foundry horse paths made it even easier though on this day they would be making the trek on foot.
As the sun fully rose, more than a dozen people stood together prepared to make the journey northeast. With Kaine leading the way, those skilled at arms took up positions at the fore and flank of the party, protecting them from the various dangers they passed on the way. Despite the solemn nature of their task, the trip there had a lighthearted air, punctuated with jokes and a bit of a song by the Legatus. As they approached the burnt husk the mood turned somber and for a time they simply took it in.
“What happened here?” Maeby asked as they began to pass through the charred and broken gate.
“Burned it all,” Kyber answered. “Voice of the People,” Lucien added, giving a name to the fiends who’d caused such pointless destruction.
“Definitely needs better walls.” Nicolien said more to herself as she made notes, taking in the disrepair of the wooden spikes.
The group made their way through the camp, noting the half-destroyed watchtowers and burnt tents that once acted as a clinic and operating space. Very little, if anything, was salvageable and if they wanted to rebuild it properly, tents and wooden walls would not suffice.
In the very back of the camp, walled off from the rest, was the are that had been used for quarantine during the plague of years past and would serve again if necessary. Instead of wooden walls, stone would be needed and sturdy housing complete with cells at the suggestion of Doctor Drusilla.
As they gathered again at the front of the camp, talk turned to logistics. How many resources would be needed? What buildings and facilities were essential? Who would staff and run it? Pay for it? Keep it stocked?
Lucien was adamant that the Province as a whole could pull together to see all of it done, just as the factions had once joined together to protect the refugee camp. The Parish would offer to pay doctors if need be and write to Redholme requesting the Apothecary Corps send people.
In the end, they agreed that it was a just and necessary cause and aid would be given if needed. At the suggestion of one of the group, Nicolien collected a soil sample to bring back to the Fort for testing. If the land proved already stricken, their efforts would be for naught. With the suggestion that they all head to the Meddler’s Risk for a bite and a drink, they dispersed, each going their own way and plans for the re-establishment of a quarantine camp taking root.