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The Mad Doctor

Part 1

Barnaby Draculesti, on his Naming Day, decided to dedicate himself, and his life, to the science of medicine. He was not a violent or even energetic youth, the child of farmers. He lacked the physical strength or endurance to toil the land. One thing he could do, however, was learn from the land his people worked, and make it work for them.

He would often ask for the hunters to bring him back any plants they found, as well as where they found them. He borrowed money from his parents, and learnt how to read and write. He would draw sketches of the plants that were brought to him, giving them names based on their appearance and location, and writing as much detail about them as he could. He wanted, needed, to know how these plants effected the bodies of the Children of Mann. Some of the hunters knew which plants were safe to eat, and which were poisonous, but this would not be enough. He started by consuming small amounts of the various foliage himself, and noting the effect, or lack of, they had on his well-being.

His natural lack of endurance would come to be his downfall in this regard. He simply could not stomach the harsher herbs, and grew incredibly sick at regular intervals. There came a stage where he simply could not continue to experiment on himself, and people were taking notice at his apparent sickliness. He requested volunteers, people whom would help him to gauge the effects of herbs, it was in all their best interests to determine what could best keep them all healthy, after all.

Over the next few years, relatively great progress would be made with little to no serious casualty. The dangerous plants were quickly rooted out from those that were being tested, and the test subjects rotated so that nobody was potentially sick for too long. Barnaby had been taking notes, learning, and now had a book full of medicinal, and some not-so-medicinal herbs. He could make poultices and potions for the hunters and adventurers to keep them alive during their travels, and he was finally starting to bring in some money. A return on the investment his parents had made.

His life was finally looking up, it had never been particularly bad in the first place, but he could finally feel like he was giving back to the community he had grown up in. He was helping people in a real way. Naturally, life does as life does, and the good tidings didn’t last. One of the field workers was rushed into the clinic one day, after having been kicked by one of the villages Thoroughbreds. There was some bruising, but nothing outwardly visible to explain the rapidly deteriorating health of the field worker. He appeared to be fine, no blood had been shed, but this was clearly not the case. Something was very wrong inside of them.

You must understand, the healing properties of some plants is extraordinary, but none can do more than simply encourage the body to do the healing itself. There are limits. The worker was truly broken inside, there was no simply applying a poultice and bandage and hoping for the best. It simply wouldn’t do. It was abundantly clear after some inspection of the wound, and the general well-being of the field worker. Barnaby would not be able to save this person, not from the outside. To do anything, he would need to crack open the box and rummage inside, so to speak, something he had no prior knowledge of. The worker understood that their life was essentially forfeit, they would not survive this injury unless something drastic was done. Even then, the chance of success was decidedly slim. The Good Doctor explained their idea, and their reasoning, and the worker readily agreed to go forward. Better a chance at life than the certainty of death.

The man was given strong drink, enough to bring him to the point of unconsciousness. There was no sense in them feeling what was about to happen. The Doctor got his first look inside of a Child of Mann. Of course, he had seen animals skinned and repurposed, their furs turned to the purposes of clothing and coverings for hovels. Their muscle and flesh into the food that fuelled mannkind. Their organs were well known; some were even considered delicacies. Through this, he had some expectation about the insides of his fellows, and the mess of sinew and flesh, bone and organ was not so alien to him. However, the innards of a beast are, whilst not wholly unlike those of a mann, are in the same way not similar. Some common organs were present, a heart, two lungs, a cage of bone. The field worker’s liver no longer resembled what a liver should, and furthermore there were other damaged organs that the doctor could not identify. There would be no saving this man, especially after his outer layer had been peeled back, exposing his vital systems to the air. Barnaby Draculesti lost his first real patient, and he did not take it well. How useful was he as a doctor, if his knowledge could treat only minor, superficial injuries? He would need to learn about the insides of the Children of Mann. He would need to identify what organs were responsible for what purpose, and how they differed from person to person. People often say that the best way to learn is to practice, but in the lack of any institution for the education of medical professionals, you see, medical science is not yet an accepted and popular concept, he would need to practice and experiment on his own. He would need cadavers.


5/14/2016 8:46:06 PM #1

Part 2

After the death of the field worker, Barnaby was distraught. He recognized what needed to be done, and he learned what he could from the corpse of the worker. A request was made to the town, that those who had died be brought to the clinic so that the doctor could learn what he could from their corporeal forms, to better prepare himself to save the lives of those he shared the living space with. You’d be surprised, or perhaps you wouldn’t, that most people are not entirely agreeable to the idea of their not long deceased loved ones being cut up and examined. It was because of this that the only corpses that Barnaby received were, generally, those of vagrants who had been violently killed through any number of circumstances. Generally, they had no known family to speak of who could complain, both verbally or physically, about the perceived ill treatment of their leavings in this world.

Unfortunately, there is only so much that can be gleamed of the function of a machine based entirely on damaged parts. The same sort of logic applies when considering the bodies of the Children of Mann. Certain organs were familiar to the surgeon, he had seen them before in animals, but others were lost on him. It was of no help to examine a corpse to discover that the innards had been eviscerated by whatever had killed the poor specimen. Barnaby needed untainted cadavers, he needed the unanimated bodies of those who died purely of natural causes, violent death leaves little. Had the towns folk been okay with this, surely they would have provided the Good Doctor with those very corpses, but the idea of their loved ones being desecrated in such a fashion was too much for many of the simple folk.

Barnaby had to turn to less savoury methods. He began digging up graves, and stealing the corpses therein. He would do so in secret, in the darkest moments of the night. Upon delivering the specimen to his clinic, he would begin the dissection and would examine the insides of those who had not died violently, and as such had sustained minimal damage to their insides. He learned much, the young von Draculesti, to a point where he could map out the insides of a Child of Mann, or at least, how they were supposed to look. This would help him to determine just how badly damaged another was, and how best to go about repairing that damage. Eventually, a scarcity became apparent in the small town that just wouldn’t do for the furthering of his science. The town lacked a major resource, people. There simply weren’t enough living people within the town for Barnaby to reasonably expect a steady stream of deaths with which to experiment and learn from. He would need to go elsewhere, one of the larger settlements.

On his seventeenth naming day, Barnaby arrived in the perhaps ironically named settlement of Utopia, in the Kingdom of Arkadia. He was under the guise of a merchant, coming to sell his potions and poultices. He would set up a shop here, and after some time getting to know the populace and the location, he would begin once more gathering the specimens for his experiments.

It didn’t take long before the business of medication became lucrative. The idea that people could simply consume an extract from a herb and recover more quickly from wounds, or perform more…admirably in any number of activities was ambrosia to the people of Utopia. After a few months, Barnaby once again began his night time extracurricular activities, and started once again grave robbing. Most people, when hearing the term “grave robbing” would naturally assume that looters were stealing whatever valuables the dead had been buried with, presumably to ease their passing into whatever afterlife you believe in. Barnaby’s actions fulfilled the more literally meaning of the term, as he was in fact stealing the corpses themselves.

The problem with using the dead as a means of learning anatomy is that, generally, without the influence of some cosmic horror or God, the dead tell no tales. There comes a point where the inert flesh of the dead provides no new insight. This is how the organs should look in someone who is dead, but this information, whilst somewhat useful, didn’t lead the doctor to the enlightenment he so craved. He needed to see how the organs worked in a specimen who was alive!

Arkadia’s ruler is a tyrant, and civil unrest is rife throughout the kingdom. The majority of the citizens within the country slave away and pay more in taxes than they could reasonably be expected pay, given their insignificant earnings. A pretender to the throne had risen, claiming to liberate the common folk, a true champion of the people! His cause was of no particular interest to Barnaby, for our doctor was not actually a citizen of Arkadia, and matters of state were beyond him. However, the rumours of the imminent rebellion gave our good doctor an idea, and the decision was made for him to seek out this would-be usurper, and pledge himself to their cause.

This was of no specific agreement with said cause. His reasons were simple enough, for where better to acquire corpses, and indeed prisoners, than a civil war?


6/13/2016 1:18:18 AM #2

The finest doctor in Arkadia, yet to become my Court Physician.


6/16/2016 5:02:33 PM #3

Nice!


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