Creation 3

[dodo_master]

[Thanks to his flaw when casting magic, Cynric has always been bursting with energy and has never been sick a day in his 1,100 years. But now that it's gone, all sorts of germs have decided he's a fresh new playground! He wakes up with just your run-of-the-mill cold, but, well, this is Cynric. He has no idea what is happening.

Here comes a panicked call to one and all!]

People! Someone! I need help!! [Coughcoughcough.] Oh goodness. Oh goodness. Citizens of Mayfield, my time is short. I do believe I'm dying. If... if someone makes it out of here, tell Luther and Aler--[Sneeze!] Oh my LORD! This is disgusting! Can anything be done about this?! What did I do when the kids were sick.... no! I have no magic now! Does anyone have medicine? Please, before it's too late! [Coughcough]

Comments

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

It may simply seem more serious than it is because you are not used to it. [griiin]

Tea it is, then! [And he goes to make some, coming back with a cup of fairly generic tea several minutes later.] Was I wrong to guess you would like sugar in it?

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

Honestly, how do people put up with this all the time?! [Coughcough]

[He looks sulky for moment, but then grins.] Yes, that sounds excellent. Thank you.

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

I couldn't say. I rarely take ill, myself. [He hands over the tea! It's quite sweet - he somehow suspected Cynric would like it that way.]