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]

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[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.]