In either case, they understand that their job might be an undesirable one, but they fulfil their duties with somber dignity. Some plague doctors swear their oath to their deity, where as some simply swear it to their people. Plague doctors whole-heartedly believe in their tried-and-true practices, and often use the fear and stigma they incite with their presence as leverage in difficult situations.Īlthough they're given a wide berth by most, they endeavour to live by their hippocratic oaths, lending their assistance to the innocent in suffering. In some places, plague doctors are not recognised as holy vessels, and Clergy often dismiss their tools and methods as unnecessarily inhumane.

The practice of being a plague doctor is usually born of neccessity, but sometimes passed down within a family bloodline to ensure the skills and knowledge aren't lost. They are witness to a great many unsightly illnesses and grisly scenes which carry the stench of death. The life of a plague doctor is generally unpleasant. Plague doctors accept that their otherworldly power comes from a divine source, but are fully prepared to continue their deity's work should their absence ever come to pass. In the modern day, the methods that plague doctors employ is an out-moded form of healing, but there are some who believe that some day, the gods may stop answering their prayers, and there will only be those who have learned these medical practices to keep mortal men from perishing. In actual fact, these dark drudges were acting as the instruments of the deities who needed a conduit to save the people of the material plane from their mortal ravages. Their medical instruments were crude, but the power to control and cure disease was often mistaken for a miracle. Plague doctors were the norm in areas where the power of prayer had yet to reach the settlements there, and even in places where a cleric's power was limited. They are masters of improvised medicines and, through divine intervention, controlling miasmas of plague. They commit themselves to complete the work too grisly for even the strongest of stomachs. Plague doctors are a symbol of fear amongst many, their presence often denoting the coming of disease and grim duties. In his wake, he left the corpses of the weak.

He was the one who would stand between aliment and rot, between life and death, and between this woman and a gruesome end. He takes her in his arms, the poisonous cloud he had summoned to dispatch her ailants making way for the procession to this woman's salvation. Her wounds begin close as he draws on divine power to stablise her critical condition. The stench of death was everywhere, but the woman before him was not yet meant for death. He coughs into his beaked mask, the various aromatic herbs and flowers inside doing little against the putrid air. If you have any feedback for me, please contact me on reddit under /u/lukemortora01 This class is a WORK IN PROGRESS and does not represent a refined product.

The plague doctor