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Raechka sat there tiredly, her head on her arms on the desk, the troll healer exhausted. It had been a long, hard-fought battle, but one that in the end she ultimately lost. She wasn't sure where the orc child had picked up the radiation poisoning, possibly from an artifact her father had found from the still not quite detoxified depths of Gnomeregan, and given to the toddler to play with. Kids of all types liked shiny things, unfortunately this shiny toy brought death. She glanced over at the lead box it was now stored in, she'd have to figure out some means of safe disposal later. But that would only cover this incident. There are others, rumors have spread throughout the medical community. Sin'dorei, sitting in a bar in Booty bay and on a whim trying a fine Dwarven Ale, only to die from alcohol poisoning. Human children, coming down with Stranglethorn Pox from an adventurer passing through their village, their young immune systems unable to combat the infection. Then there was her worry about the Worgen, now that they were about the world, perhaps distemper could jump the species barrier like many other ailments had. There just wasn't enough information.

“chirrrp squeek chitter?”

Rae looked up at the hollow metal squirrel watching her from the corner of her desk, it's eyes glowing a soft golden light. “Meebe, but why would they come? Folks are too busy hacking each other ta death out there to worry bout little things like healin and disease”

“squeek squeek, churp chitter squeeeek”

She rubbed her eyes “you're right. Askin costs nothing, if they say no, then we haven't lost anything. But if they agree, then it could be good for everybody.” Reaching for ink and parchment, she began to write.

“To all Witch Doctors, Surgeons, Physicians, Midwives, Those who heal by the Holy Light, by the gifts of the Elements, by the blessings of Nature, or simple bandages. I am Raechka, Sister of Poni, and Priestess of the Loa Bushtail, and I propose a conference of the healing arts. I know we have all had patients that we have lost, who if we had only had better knowledge might have been able to be saved, whether it is a gnome with Purple Fever, or an orc child with radiation poisoning. Things that one nation knows how to cure easily, but another does not. An exchange of information about such matters can reduce both the loss of civilian life and suffering in general. Azeroth has suffered greatly these past few years, and those of us who aid the sick should do what we can to insure the best care for those in our charge. As for locations and times, that can be discussed at a later date, though I would suggest perhaps Booty Bay or Ratchet, for obvious reasons.

Thank you for your time,
Raechka.”

She put down the stylus and let the ink dry, then rolled it into a tube. She'd get it to the AAMS in the morning , and see where things went, but for now, she needed some-

“Raechka, Where ya be? We got a kid that tangled with a crocolisk out here!” came a shout from the other room. With a weary sigh she got to her feet, work first, sleep later.

Derscha hummed a cheerful tune to herself as she checked into the Caer Darrow offices. It was really a nice jingle, and she'd been humming it for a few days already.

The offices were mostly empty; it wasn't unusual, since AAMS couriers worked out in the field, not behind a desk. A quick look into the corner confirmed that Verogoth was out again. However, someone had updated the assignment board. A letter from the Horde branch, translated just that morning for distribution to a wide list of clients.

Derscha perused the recipient list with some interest before she even glanced at the letter; it was a matter of habit to check the address first. She recognized many of the names, actually, including a certain gnomish alchemist's. Before she'd joined up with AAMS, she'd been a chemist for Blastbeaker's Balms and Bombs…. although she reminded herself with a wince, her particular concoctions fell more on the "bomb" side of the business. It was rather surprising how many healing potions had explosive properties!

Confident that the letters weren't confidential, she found a copy and read Raechka's request.

She still kept a notebook detailing any interesting remedies and, err, highly reactive substances she came across while traveling. It would interesting to attend such an event.

She quickly wrote out a request and left it in the boss's inbox. If AAMS were contacted for translators, she'd volunteer.

In the meantime, she had some deliveries to make.

((Really looking forward to seeing how this concept/event plays out! ^^ Drake's SO not a healer, but I'll see if I can at least be around to observe.))

Gentyl had been stationed outside the clinic to stand guard even though she had a bit of healing skills herself. With all the death threats abounding, it was necessary to guard the healers. That was a pity, but it was a sign of the times.

She'd poked her nose in the clinic once when Mira was working on a wounded Succubus who was howling up a storm. Genyl watched for a bit and then it came to her in a flash. She knew what was wrong with the succubus, aside from needed more clothes which she had already offered.

"I know what she needs," Gentyl exclaimed. "A proper diet and more exorcise!"

The healers had chased her out of the clinic en masse while the succubus' owner stared at her in disbelief.

So, when the gnome arrived with a message for the manager of the clinic, Gentyl simply yelled over he shoulder rather than daring to go back in the clinic. "Rhudran, message for you."

"An invitation to attend Witch Doctors Without Borders?" she repeated. "Pia won't be going. We don't have any witch doctors and I don't want them learning that stuff. We've got enough problems without dabbling in the dark arts."

((it's not called Witch Doctors without borders-I just titled the post that as a play on the real world group Doctors without Borders. It's nothing to do with voodoo-it's a medical conference sharing information on diseases, plauges ,and ailments and how to cure them ))

((Witch Doctors Without Borders was mentioned last night, hence my comment.))

Dear, Reachka

I still be training as a healer. But I'll do my best attend your meeting if you'll allow me. It sounds like a great learning oportunity!

Hastily written on common parchment the reply letter goes as follows

"Dear, Raechka

Zul'Upai be an accomplished Witch Doctor, I be well equipped with a variety of potions, elixirs and Healing magic. Zul'Upai will see if he can make it, but I be very busy lately.

Hope to see you soon.

Witch Doctor Zul'Upai.

It had been about a week or so. Enough time for her to think more over the idea, as well as to let others think about it as well. It seemed like a worthwhile cause after all no matter how she looked at it, when it was all said and done, she was a healer-politics was something she had no care about one way or another. Putting her brush down she looked over the draft of the official invitations.


To all physicians of both the Horde and Alliance. I am announcing Azeroths first comprehensive medical conference
Tentative Date: Feb 12, time 5pm.
Location: Ratchet

Topics to be covered:
Infectious diseases, early warning symptoms and treatment.
Natural poisons and their antidotes
Cross-species physiology (or why you really shoud'nt treat a human with a hangover by using a troll remedy)
Radiation sickness-(will people other than the Gnomes please for the love of the ancestors stay OUT of Gnomergon? Seriously, let the folks who know how to deal with the stuff handle it)
Plagues-causes, treatments and possible inoculations?
Other topics as we come up with them, have questions? A patient with symptoms that are stumping you? Come and see if someone has the answers you need!

Since this is a conference for healers, who are tending the sicknesses and injuries of the innocent civilians of Azeroth, we ask that attendees please refrain from bearing arms during the conference.

Raechka.

That should work she thought. Now to get them delivered.