Dokt

Dokt
Status:	Alive
Race:	Gor'Tog
Gender:	Male
Location:	Knife Clan (Ranik Map 5a)

Dokt is the former NPC healer for Knife Clan.

Description

Bioalchemist Dokt is an elderly Gor'Tog with a pronounced paunch and a blurred softness about his face. A man of great dedication, Dokt has devoted his life to the study of mundane medical techniques, and years of constant triage work took their toll on his body. The muscles of youth are replaced with wrinkles and sagging skin in more places than not. Never known for a good bedside manner, Dokt seems to mutter to himself a fair bit these days.

Atmospheric Messaging

• Dokt's shoulders heave as he draws a deep breath and sighs it out. "So much history here. It took over a year for me to accept the stories of the Heralds and Immortals battling over this small clan. We were frozen here, encased, as pawns in someone else's game." His tone darkens. "It was time for change."
• A faint puff of flour drifts through the air, catching the light before vanishing.
• (when asked a question) Bioalchemist Dokt shakes his head and says, "Shush. I'm not in the mood to tell stories now." He gestures to the wares around him. "This is my work, now. The scalpels and healing are for others. Stick around and you may hear a tale or two, in time, but I'm not answering questions for anyone while so filled with my own."
• A Gor'Tog <profession> enters and approaches Bioalchemist Dokt. (He|She) winces as (he|she) points to <wound>. Dokt whistles between his teeth as he rather roughly rubs some ointment from a nearby mortar on the <profession>'s wound. When finished, Dokt mutters, "Just like old times, hmm? But just for you, neighbor." He pats the guest on the shoulder and escorts (him|her) out.
• A dry, brittle leaf flutters from a hanging bundle of herbs, landing silently on the floor.
• Crumbs scatter across the counter as Dokt brushes off a baking tray with a grunt.
• Somewhere in the back, something sizzles, followed by a sharp curse.
• The heavy scent of genich and old wood lingers in the warm air.
• Dokt rubs the back of his neck, then stretches and returns to work.
• Dokt pulls a chunk of very dried out looking meat jerky from a pocket and begins gnawing on it with stoic persistence.
• (more to be added)

Former Description

The surgeon Dokt is a middle-aged 'Tog with a bit of a paunch and a blurred softness about his face. If Gor'Togs had hair to begin with he'd probably be going bald. A man of great dedication, Dokt has devoted his life to the study of medical techniques. Unfortunately for his patients, his skill doesn't match his dedication, and his bedside manner is pretty much what you would expect from a Gor'Tog.

Former Atmospheric Messaging

• Dokt glances around the room. Seeing nobody lying about waiting for treatment he pulls a chunk of very dried out looking meat jerky from a pocket and begins gnawing on it with stoic persistence.

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Additional Information

• Formerly a Hospital, he is now a baker selling herbal remedy cookies.