Innkeeper
Hans is probably right about Edmond, he's going to keep you around indefinitely. If you help Hans he'll most likely have his hands full trying to root out all the people still loyal to Edmond and solidifying his power base to worry about you.
When you leave the hospital you enter the carriage, which is waiting for you across the street.
"I trust you got everything you need?"
"Yeah, I found something perfect to take care of our problem, but I need to warn you about it first."
"Oh? Well, out with it then." Hans says.
You explain to Hans about the Incitahol and he seems intrigued.
"So this stuff will kill him and then bring him back to life?"
"In a manner of speaking. He'll slowly lapse into a coma and then die. Then he'll come back as a zombie and most likely a very lively and hostile one."
"Interesting. Okay. Good. That lizard will probably be by his side the whole time. When Edmond comes back he'll probably try to attack his lizard who will defend himself and then the rest takes care of itself."
You're glad Hans sounds pleased with this plan, the only thing you have to do now is pull off the deception. Eventually you get back to the tavern where Reg and several other Talon members are waiting.
"What the fuck took you so damn long? Edmond could've died already!"
"Sorry." You reply and head to his office.
You enter the office and the Sotakan assassin is holding a dagger to your throat already.
"Down boy, it's the doc...ugh what the fuck took you so long? I'm dying over here!"
The Sotakan releases you and you run over to Edmond who is now lying on the floor still clutching his side.
"I'm going to give you this shot first, it'll help as an anti-biotic and to ease the pain. You might start getting sleepy though, do you someplace more comfortable to lay?"
"Yeah, I guess the sofa."
You Help Edmond to the sofa and give him the shot of Incitahol. You then begin sewing him up as quickly as possible. Normally you'd do a better job and extract the shrapnel in his body, but you figure he's going to be dead soon anyway and you need to get out of here before he starts turning.
"There you go. You should be good now, but you'll need to rest and not move too much for a few days."
"(Yawn) Not a problem. I'll probably just take care of business from here for the time being. As long I got my Sotakan whatchin' my back, I'll be fine. Damn, that shit kicks in really quick. I don't feel anything .(Yawn) Glad you could help out doc be sure to stick around (Yawn) might have some work for you in the zzzzzzzzzz "
You stand away from Edmond, give a nod to the Sotakan and then leave quickly.
"So is he asleep?" Edmond asks walking up to you.
"Yeah, won't be long hey where's that Reg guy?" you say noticing a difference in some of the personnel hanging around the bar now.
"Don't worry about him, you just take a seat at that table over there. If need anything just let Wallace know."
"But you know what's going to happen and I'm not a fighter. I don't think you'll need me here."
"Don't be so sure. Given what's going to go down, we might still need a doctor soon. Besides having a doctor around in the future might be useful. Sit down, you'll be fine."
You get the impression you don't have any choice in the matter, so you do what Hans says. You curse yourself for believing him. You have indeed traded one master for another.
"Could I have a drink?" you ask Wallace, who looks less than pleased about you barking orders at him, but he gets you a bottle of strong whiskey before going to talk to his brother.
Time passes and as you slowly get more drunk a loud noise is heard from Edmond's office. It's a mixture of hissing, moaning and loud crashing.
"Hah! Sounds like he's (hic!) up!" you slur while taking another drink. At this point Hans, Wallace and several other thugs rush into the office. You hear a bunch of yelling, fighting, and gunshots, but you just continue to drink the whole time.
"Dis is yer fate mr. smart ass doctor, now you gotta (hic!) get yoost to it." You say to your self while looking at the bottle.
"Was it worth it?"
At this point Hans exits Edmond's office looking a bit winded. He's followed by Wallace and one of the other thugs that lived.
"Shit, it's a good thing that lizard had been preoccupied with Edmond. I can say with all honesty he put up a damn good fight even with a couple of bites in him."
"You chopped his head off I (hic!) hope!" you exclaim.
"Yeah, of course I know the stories of the dead infection. Sheesh doc, I think you've had enough for the night." Hans remarks.
"I haven't begun to drink!" you shout and then promptly pass out in the tavern.
While this would be the first time you passed out in the Troll's Breath Tavern, it wouldn't be the last. After this night, your life takes a drastic turn.
Your hospital career begins to take a slow but sure nosedive, though your "careet" as a Crimson doc begins to pick up a lot. Hans has a lot more trouble establishing order over the Crimson Talons than he thought he would. You end up doing a lot of after hours surgery. To Hans' credit he pays you well and you get free drinks whenever you can.
Eventually your mother knows something is going on with you, she isn't sure what (and doesn't really want to either), but she knows it isn't good. Having no real reason to stay any longer, she finally sells the inn to the city and moves back to Teckleville. She mentions when you get your life together you can visit her, until that time, stay away.
You never see her again.
From there your life becomes a downward spiral and your drinking increases to cope with your situation. As the years go on, the hospital can't tolerate your sub par work due to a combination of drink and lack of proper sleep. Getting fired is bad enough, but you also lose your license and are lucky not to go to jail for malpractice.
Doesn't really matter to you at this point, you just embrace the whole criminal lifestyle and work for Hans full time. The only problem is, he's getting sick of your sub-par work as well. Your situation becomes very much like the doctor who once worked Edmond.
It doesn't really need to be said that your fate is very similar to his as well.
One night during a poker game you're on a rare winning streak and drinking heavily as usual. Your obnoxious bragging gets on the nerves of several Crimson Talon members who have already been told on several occasions by Hans that your usefulness is soon coming to an end. They decide that tonight is the night.
As you try to stumble your way home in the dark, a crushing blow knocks you to the street followed by several sharp piecing to your body. Fortunately you're so damn drunk that the pain is somewhat nonexistent. You mumble something incoherent and then pass out forever.
Your winnings are taken back and your body sold to a bodylegger for spare parts. (Your liver is useless though)
When you leave the hospital you enter the carriage, which is waiting for you across the street.
"I trust you got everything you need?"
"Yeah, I found something perfect to take care of our problem, but I need to warn you about it first."
"Oh? Well, out with it then." Hans says.
You explain to Hans about the Incitahol and he seems intrigued.
"So this stuff will kill him and then bring him back to life?"
"In a manner of speaking. He'll slowly lapse into a coma and then die. Then he'll come back as a zombie and most likely a very lively and hostile one."
"Interesting. Okay. Good. That lizard will probably be by his side the whole time. When Edmond comes back he'll probably try to attack his lizard who will defend himself and then the rest takes care of itself."
You're glad Hans sounds pleased with this plan, the only thing you have to do now is pull off the deception. Eventually you get back to the tavern where Reg and several other Talon members are waiting.
"What the fuck took you so damn long? Edmond could've died already!"
"Sorry." You reply and head to his office.
You enter the office and the Sotakan assassin is holding a dagger to your throat already.
"Down boy, it's the doc...ugh what the fuck took you so long? I'm dying over here!"
The Sotakan releases you and you run over to Edmond who is now lying on the floor still clutching his side.
"I'm going to give you this shot first, it'll help as an anti-biotic and to ease the pain. You might start getting sleepy though, do you someplace more comfortable to lay?"
"Yeah, I guess the sofa."
You Help Edmond to the sofa and give him the shot of Incitahol. You then begin sewing him up as quickly as possible. Normally you'd do a better job and extract the shrapnel in his body, but you figure he's going to be dead soon anyway and you need to get out of here before he starts turning.
"There you go. You should be good now, but you'll need to rest and not move too much for a few days."
"(Yawn) Not a problem. I'll probably just take care of business from here for the time being. As long I got my Sotakan whatchin' my back, I'll be fine. Damn, that shit kicks in really quick. I don't feel anything .(Yawn) Glad you could help out doc be sure to stick around (Yawn) might have some work for you in the zzzzzzzzzz "
You stand away from Edmond, give a nod to the Sotakan and then leave quickly.
"So is he asleep?" Edmond asks walking up to you.
"Yeah, won't be long hey where's that Reg guy?" you say noticing a difference in some of the personnel hanging around the bar now.
"Don't worry about him, you just take a seat at that table over there. If need anything just let Wallace know."
"But you know what's going to happen and I'm not a fighter. I don't think you'll need me here."
"Don't be so sure. Given what's going to go down, we might still need a doctor soon. Besides having a doctor around in the future might be useful. Sit down, you'll be fine."
You get the impression you don't have any choice in the matter, so you do what Hans says. You curse yourself for believing him. You have indeed traded one master for another.
"Could I have a drink?" you ask Wallace, who looks less than pleased about you barking orders at him, but he gets you a bottle of strong whiskey before going to talk to his brother.
Time passes and as you slowly get more drunk a loud noise is heard from Edmond's office. It's a mixture of hissing, moaning and loud crashing.
"Hah! Sounds like he's (hic!) up!" you slur while taking another drink. At this point Hans, Wallace and several other thugs rush into the office. You hear a bunch of yelling, fighting, and gunshots, but you just continue to drink the whole time.
"Dis is yer fate mr. smart ass doctor, now you gotta (hic!) get yoost to it." You say to your self while looking at the bottle.
"Was it worth it?"
At this point Hans exits Edmond's office looking a bit winded. He's followed by Wallace and one of the other thugs that lived.
"Shit, it's a good thing that lizard had been preoccupied with Edmond. I can say with all honesty he put up a damn good fight even with a couple of bites in him."
"You chopped his head off I (hic!) hope!" you exclaim.
"Yeah, of course I know the stories of the dead infection. Sheesh doc, I think you've had enough for the night." Hans remarks.
"I haven't begun to drink!" you shout and then promptly pass out in the tavern.
While this would be the first time you passed out in the Troll's Breath Tavern, it wouldn't be the last. After this night, your life takes a drastic turn.
Your hospital career begins to take a slow but sure nosedive, though your "careet" as a Crimson doc begins to pick up a lot. Hans has a lot more trouble establishing order over the Crimson Talons than he thought he would. You end up doing a lot of after hours surgery. To Hans' credit he pays you well and you get free drinks whenever you can.
Eventually your mother knows something is going on with you, she isn't sure what (and doesn't really want to either), but she knows it isn't good. Having no real reason to stay any longer, she finally sells the inn to the city and moves back to Teckleville. She mentions when you get your life together you can visit her, until that time, stay away.
You never see her again.
From there your life becomes a downward spiral and your drinking increases to cope with your situation. As the years go on, the hospital can't tolerate your sub par work due to a combination of drink and lack of proper sleep. Getting fired is bad enough, but you also lose your license and are lucky not to go to jail for malpractice.
Doesn't really matter to you at this point, you just embrace the whole criminal lifestyle and work for Hans full time. The only problem is, he's getting sick of your sub-par work as well. Your situation becomes very much like the doctor who once worked Edmond.
It doesn't really need to be said that your fate is very similar to his as well.
One night during a poker game you're on a rare winning streak and drinking heavily as usual. Your obnoxious bragging gets on the nerves of several Crimson Talon members who have already been told on several occasions by Hans that your usefulness is soon coming to an end. They decide that tonight is the night.
As you try to stumble your way home in the dark, a crushing blow knocks you to the street followed by several sharp piecing to your body. Fortunately you're so damn drunk that the pain is somewhat nonexistent. You mumble something incoherent and then pass out forever.
Your winnings are taken back and your body sold to a bodylegger for spare parts. (Your liver is useless though)
