Faure
09-19-15, 10:13 PM
(Solo. Takes place one month after the events in The Good Samaritan (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?25053-The-Good-Samaritan).)
A man's life is saved and another life is taken as a murderer walks free.
THE STREETS OF RADASANTH smelled dank and fetid as heavy rain washed the streets anew and threatened to flood the sewers. As galling winds continued to howl and shutters crashed in a cacophony against the walls of towering dilapidated apartments, the city grew empty as both man and beast sought haven in whatever cover they could find. It had been days of storms such as this acting as a harbinger of a hurricane that now crashed into the isle of Corone, hammering its denizens and threatening to sweep away any that dared visit their shores. The capital was not spared in this regard, as word began to spread that parts of the city were vanishing under the deluge of accursed water, as if some dark, primeval god sought to turn the tides and have the roaring, tumultuous sea reclaim Radasanth for itself. Nobody had left their homes save to check on neighbors or to grab that which necessitates life from the market. The city guard rendered powerless in the face of such almighty wrath of God that any efforts to placate the crisis remain muted.
News that shocked the city to its core of a murderer that roamed the streets, claiming his or her victims under the cover of darkness and moments of sinister opportunity covered the front page of the Radasanthian Reader for weeks. But, it is quickly forgotten as a force of nature threatened any and all who ventured out from the safety of their homes to perish if the Gods deemed it so. Those who look and curse the skies for their misfortune do so in vain and at their own peril, for at present nobody is safe.
Amidst the chaos that threatened to swallow the city, the physician, Gerard Faure, remained in his apartment and home atop the hills overlooking the Bazaar. Prior to the storm, the Ganville apartments that sat on 153rd Pauper Row were sought after not because of the comfort and luxuries it provided, but the affluence and stature it offered for its community of residents as they looked down upon the city below. As luck would have it, its location provided the brick and mortar building with the most protection against flooding, but the wuthering heights thrashed and savaged the building, making any and all who traveled to it at hazard for tumbling down the steep, rolling hill and to their doom below. Still, the doctor had been in town for weeks since his ship, the Painted Lady, moored itself to the harbor after its month long journey from the isle of Fallien. Word had begun to spread and any and all who ailed sought the affable physician's candid advice and healing hand.
Gerard treated any and all who beckoned his door, refusing nobody for lack of payment or reputations of ill repute. He is a doctor in the truest sense that all he has ever wanted to do was help his fellow man. Sure, sometimes ne'er-do-wells and hooligans took advantage of his better nature, but still he worked tirelessly to provide aid to any and all who sought it. And yes, his naivete for the darker side of human nature sometimes blinded him to the intentions of others, but still Gerard persevered and still his patients came.
In the last week he had delivered a baby girl to two impoverished parents who worked as sharecroppers, paying him in food and promises he would never go hungry.
He had treated a group of boys for trench foot and fever after they had escaped narrowly drowning in the sewers where they wanted mischief and instead had been trapped underneath the city with the same socks and shoes, drenched like rats, for days.
The doctor treated an elderly couple for respiratory infections with herbs and sound advice on how to stave off deadly pneumonia. They paid him in eroded coins that were green with age from sunken ships the old man had recovered decades ago when he explored the perilous deep as a young man.
Gerard had saw to it that a number of men were treated for gonorrhea and patient zero, the prostitute they had all visited, was politely informed to close up shop and seek treatment.
He bandaged wounds and he staunched bleeding.
The physician set broken bones and relieved those who ailed from dislocated shoulders.
Gerard tended to bruises and comforted the sick and dying. Since his return, the doctor continued his work to heal any and all who came to him.
It was only until that fateful day when he heard loud raps across his door, booming over the thunder and howling winds of the hurricane that ravaged the city, that the kind doctor looked up from a book he was reading for pleasure and stood. Taking his suspenders drooping from his sides and placing them back upon his shoulders, Gerard walked across his living room as the thick oak door continued to thud against the heavy hand outside. Turning the knob and pulling the door open he saw an older, middle-aged man he knew to be his neighbor, Howard, and his teenage son, Ralph, carrying a dying man whose clothes were haggard and bloody. Both exasperated, they had claimed they had found the man on the streets and that he had been stabbed and shot. Inviting them in, Gerard steeled himself and prepared once more to return to work and save another life.
A man's life is saved and another life is taken as a murderer walks free.
THE STREETS OF RADASANTH smelled dank and fetid as heavy rain washed the streets anew and threatened to flood the sewers. As galling winds continued to howl and shutters crashed in a cacophony against the walls of towering dilapidated apartments, the city grew empty as both man and beast sought haven in whatever cover they could find. It had been days of storms such as this acting as a harbinger of a hurricane that now crashed into the isle of Corone, hammering its denizens and threatening to sweep away any that dared visit their shores. The capital was not spared in this regard, as word began to spread that parts of the city were vanishing under the deluge of accursed water, as if some dark, primeval god sought to turn the tides and have the roaring, tumultuous sea reclaim Radasanth for itself. Nobody had left their homes save to check on neighbors or to grab that which necessitates life from the market. The city guard rendered powerless in the face of such almighty wrath of God that any efforts to placate the crisis remain muted.
News that shocked the city to its core of a murderer that roamed the streets, claiming his or her victims under the cover of darkness and moments of sinister opportunity covered the front page of the Radasanthian Reader for weeks. But, it is quickly forgotten as a force of nature threatened any and all who ventured out from the safety of their homes to perish if the Gods deemed it so. Those who look and curse the skies for their misfortune do so in vain and at their own peril, for at present nobody is safe.
Amidst the chaos that threatened to swallow the city, the physician, Gerard Faure, remained in his apartment and home atop the hills overlooking the Bazaar. Prior to the storm, the Ganville apartments that sat on 153rd Pauper Row were sought after not because of the comfort and luxuries it provided, but the affluence and stature it offered for its community of residents as they looked down upon the city below. As luck would have it, its location provided the brick and mortar building with the most protection against flooding, but the wuthering heights thrashed and savaged the building, making any and all who traveled to it at hazard for tumbling down the steep, rolling hill and to their doom below. Still, the doctor had been in town for weeks since his ship, the Painted Lady, moored itself to the harbor after its month long journey from the isle of Fallien. Word had begun to spread and any and all who ailed sought the affable physician's candid advice and healing hand.
Gerard treated any and all who beckoned his door, refusing nobody for lack of payment or reputations of ill repute. He is a doctor in the truest sense that all he has ever wanted to do was help his fellow man. Sure, sometimes ne'er-do-wells and hooligans took advantage of his better nature, but still he worked tirelessly to provide aid to any and all who sought it. And yes, his naivete for the darker side of human nature sometimes blinded him to the intentions of others, but still Gerard persevered and still his patients came.
In the last week he had delivered a baby girl to two impoverished parents who worked as sharecroppers, paying him in food and promises he would never go hungry.
He had treated a group of boys for trench foot and fever after they had escaped narrowly drowning in the sewers where they wanted mischief and instead had been trapped underneath the city with the same socks and shoes, drenched like rats, for days.
The doctor treated an elderly couple for respiratory infections with herbs and sound advice on how to stave off deadly pneumonia. They paid him in eroded coins that were green with age from sunken ships the old man had recovered decades ago when he explored the perilous deep as a young man.
Gerard had saw to it that a number of men were treated for gonorrhea and patient zero, the prostitute they had all visited, was politely informed to close up shop and seek treatment.
He bandaged wounds and he staunched bleeding.
The physician set broken bones and relieved those who ailed from dislocated shoulders.
Gerard tended to bruises and comforted the sick and dying. Since his return, the doctor continued his work to heal any and all who came to him.
It was only until that fateful day when he heard loud raps across his door, booming over the thunder and howling winds of the hurricane that ravaged the city, that the kind doctor looked up from a book he was reading for pleasure and stood. Taking his suspenders drooping from his sides and placing them back upon his shoulders, Gerard walked across his living room as the thick oak door continued to thud against the heavy hand outside. Turning the knob and pulling the door open he saw an older, middle-aged man he knew to be his neighbor, Howard, and his teenage son, Ralph, carrying a dying man whose clothes were haggard and bloody. Both exasperated, they had claimed they had found the man on the streets and that he had been stabbed and shot. Inviting them in, Gerard steeled himself and prepared once more to return to work and save another life.