The only known cure for Fire Weed is Grallia Root, which only the healer had, who was found back at the village. Though quite painful, Fire Weed, lasted only a day or two and left the skin bright red for a time after. Gonath thought it best to avoid going back to the village and just deal with the discomfort until the affects wore off. He continued rubbing and scratching his arms and face. It became obvious to him that the pain was more extreme than he imagined it would be. He could go no longer and decided that he needed to do something to relieve the burning itch in any amount.
Gonath remembered back to when he and Starik where younger and enjoyed tormenting girls of the village. Once when the two young men were ignored and the tormenting seemed to lose it control over the girls, Gonath and Starik decided to streak nude through the group. The reaction was all what the two naked boys had hoped for, all and more. As they were ready to run back to where they hid their clothes, a barmaid that heard the girls fanatic screams, chased them, with broom in hand, into the nearby woods. They found refuge in a large bush with leaves decorated with red stripes on its leaves, Fire Weed. They were covered from head to toe with an itch that felt would tear their skin from their bones. They ran home, no time to dress, to Gonath’s father. Part in punishment and due to the lack of Grallia Root, Gonath’s father told them to cover themselves with mud. The coolness soothed some of the hot burn and the dampness eased some of the burning. The mud did nothing for the redness that marked the two for almost a week after.
Remembering the makeshift remedy, Gonath quickly scoured the ground for any mud. Just a handful would be enough to get him home where he could bath in it if he pleased. The Fire Root caused his face swell, almost shutting his eyes and nose, forcing him to guide himself through tiny slits and breathe only through his mouth. With swollen eyes and the night, he was having trouble seeing the road let alone any sign of the mud he desperately searched for. After a frantic hunt, Gonath found the moistness he sought. From what he could tell there was enough to cover his face and arms. He rubbed the muck into his face and immediately felt the relief. With his face covered he coated his arms and neck. Gonath thought he probably resembled something from the Swamplands located to the East of his home. Known for the small creatures that thrived on muck and scum of the stagnant waters, the Swampland was the focal point of most tales that scared the village children. Although harmless, the living things from the Swamplands carried on odor that kept everyone at a distance. Gonath laughed to himself at what a sight he made, however since he and the mud were had foiled the Fire Root, he had no real care of what he looked like, regardless of the mud or his swollen body.
Gonath remembered back to when he and Starik where younger and enjoyed tormenting girls of the village. Once when the two young men were ignored and the tormenting seemed to lose it control over the girls, Gonath and Starik decided to streak nude through the group. The reaction was all what the two naked boys had hoped for, all and more. As they were ready to run back to where they hid their clothes, a barmaid that heard the girls fanatic screams, chased them, with broom in hand, into the nearby woods. They found refuge in a large bush with leaves decorated with red stripes on its leaves, Fire Weed. They were covered from head to toe with an itch that felt would tear their skin from their bones. They ran home, no time to dress, to Gonath’s father. Part in punishment and due to the lack of Grallia Root, Gonath’s father told them to cover themselves with mud. The coolness soothed some of the hot burn and the dampness eased some of the burning. The mud did nothing for the redness that marked the two for almost a week after.
Remembering the makeshift remedy, Gonath quickly scoured the ground for any mud. Just a handful would be enough to get him home where he could bath in it if he pleased. The Fire Root caused his face swell, almost shutting his eyes and nose, forcing him to guide himself through tiny slits and breathe only through his mouth. With swollen eyes and the night, he was having trouble seeing the road let alone any sign of the mud he desperately searched for. After a frantic hunt, Gonath found the moistness he sought. From what he could tell there was enough to cover his face and arms. He rubbed the muck into his face and immediately felt the relief. With his face covered he coated his arms and neck. Gonath thought he probably resembled something from the Swamplands located to the East of his home. Known for the small creatures that thrived on muck and scum of the stagnant waters, the Swampland was the focal point of most tales that scared the village children. Although harmless, the living things from the Swamplands carried on odor that kept everyone at a distance. Gonath laughed to himself at what a sight he made, however since he and the mud were had foiled the Fire Root, he had no real care of what he looked like, regardless of the mud or his swollen body.
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