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Post by Kell Lo'Tharan on Sept 26, 2015 12:50:13 GMT -5
And so as promised the next morning he'd asked around for work, quite quickly finding out that there was infact a job for him if he wanted one. The shelter that he'd seen people putting up yesterday was to be a temporary area where they would feed the poor from, on their relief mission they'd been carrying the shelter and supplies, and once they left the already in place Drokagr Initiative members would then continue their work.
And so it was that he'd ended up in the shelter that he the day before had been putting up, a ladle in one hand and a vat the size of himself in front of him full of some form of hearty broth, what exactly it was he didn't have a clue, cooking was most definitely not his area of expertise. But still, it seemed quite thick and warm, and to people who hadn't eaten in who knows how long it was as a gift from Azaroth. Not that he was sure the humans here even worshipped Azaroth, but if they didn't then they'd see it as something from their deity of choice. It was at that point he realised he should probably learn more about human culture, and resolved to find out more about their religion later on assuming he had the time.
The rest of the day was spent with the monotonous work of ladling liquid into bowls, and while yes it could be seen as quite boring he instead quite enjoyed the work. He knew when he was doing it that he was doing good, even if he was only helping a little by feeding some people, helping he still was and that gave him a warm feeling on the inside. He knew that he wasn't doing masses, and that this problem of so much poverty wouldn't go away simply because he was helping by feeding a small amount of the poor. But at least he was helping to reduce the malnourishment that was present almost anywhere he looked.
19/20
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Post by Kell Lo'Tharan on Oct 9, 2016 18:20:49 GMT -5
On the second day he arose early, having had great difficulty sleeping after seeing the shocking amount of poverty he had in one day. He'd read about it before but he'd never thought that it was to such a degree, the little information he could find on the subject in Korasus had not come close to the true extent of the reality he'd seen. It served as a wake up call almost to the inexperienced Drokagr, a warning that everything read should not be taken at the absolute value as words can be misleading, not a pleasing wake up call to someone such as he, but a necessary one nonetheless.
Sweeping aside the thought of further sleep Kell was quick to rise and wash himself, donning his clothing out of respect for the humans and their dislike of nudity, before making himself once again available to the people of the initiative. The first part of the morning was spent mainly in the organisation of food stores and allotting amounts for distribution as well as preparing said distribution. No taxing work was done in the mornings as it was more the organisation stage, with only small foods being given out for people to break their fast on.
Come midday the work began in earnest, Kell staying on again to soothe his conscience, which wouldn't allow him to not help these people when he was fully able to. He had no pressing commitments and even currently was simply following along with the initiative's charity mission anyway so there was no reason for him not to put in a hand where he was in fact fully capable of doing so. It was a matter of helping these people, they could do nothing if they continued in this state of ever increasing malnourishment, and it was something that he simply couldn't ignore even if he wanted to, not that the thought had even crossed his head.
Instead of sitting behind a table today he was sent out to deliver food to those who wouldn't or couldn't come to them, in an effort to insure those to weak or old to come themselves were still able to get food and weren't neglected even further. It meant that the majority of the day was spent walking through the streets of hillsfar carrying wrapped parcels, wooden bowls and various shaped and sized boxes and looking in near enough every nook and cranny of the city to ensure none were left out. It was far more difficult than simply standing and portioning food, made even more so by Kell's lack of experience in laborous physical tasks and lack of strength meaning that he had to make many trips of small amounts instead of few of large amounts. It wasn't long before his arms were aching and legs were beginning to wobble, yet still he carried on performing the task he'd been set, his own rigid morals not allowing him to rest until he'd made every trip he had to.
Once again he was surprised by the people, not all were old or crippled as he'd thought they would be, there were many young people or people in good physical condition that still it seemed needed the charity that the initiative offered. Some were up beat, some were beaten down by ailments, maladies or even circumstance that had caused them to be at this point. He knew none of these people personally and yet felt for them still as if they were a close friend or family, each through some circumstance had ended up here when no person deserved to have to live in this situation.
By the end of the day his arms were as jelly, his legs only slightly better as he stumbled like a newborn deer to his sleeping space, unable to do more than lay down and remove his shoes. The physical strain he'd taken in the day had been nowhere near to that of the emotional strain, that would be more difficult in fact for him but he had no real way of dealing with it. Unfortunately he couldn't help caring about them, even knowing there was nothing he could do beyond what he already was.
Stamina: 18/20
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Post by Kell Lo'Tharan on Nov 2, 2016 19:10:16 GMT -5
The third of the days passed much the same as the first two, except for a lack of spirit from Kell. He was a man of planning and efficiency and this for him irked him somewhat, The Initiative were trying their hardest but the way they worked just simply didn't do more than keep people alive in their pain. They provided sustenance to those that couldn't themselves, but they did nothing towards actually solving the root of these problems, actually stopping these humans from ending in this state in the first place. What it was that was causing this Kell wasn't sure, but then he knew next to nothing of life outside of Korasus and the politics and laws that governed the rest of Cruinthe, if he did then maybe he could devise a way to help these people more than this, that being what he was sure they really needed.
For the time being all he could do was what he already was, he had enough money to get by himself and make sure that he wasn't left wanting of necessities, although his situation could be improved he wasn't desperate for more particularly. He had no use for it at this point but it was something that could be useful later on and so he'd need to get himself into a better financial situation soon enough, better to save up now and not need it than to find later down the line he was in dire need of coin. How exactly it was that he was going to be getting these Ritz was beyond him as it stood now, he was just travelling with the initiative for now as they knew how to travel far more than someone like him who'd stayed in the colony their whole life up till now. He'd likely have to leave them after they left Hillsfar and then he'd truly struggle, but for now he was fine as he was.
One thing that did come out of seeing this though was Kell having a real experience of what the Cruinthians faced outside of book reading or word of mouth, he'd actually seen it now and come into contact with it. It wasn't as different as the starving in the lower levels of his own home, but he'd never actually been to the lower levels and seen the state the people lived in as he was seeing for these Cruinthians now. Handing out bowls to the people, seeing the look in their eyes and smelling the smells around them, seeing the sorry state they lived in, that was all he'd done practically for the last three days and he felt as if over that time he'd gotten more of an understanding of their life and of poverty in general that couldn't be gained from reading or from another person who hadn't faced it themselves.
With aching arms and legs the last of the day's food was distributed, each with a small smile or whatever he could muster by that point, always something positive though in the hopes that he could bring up someone's spirits even the smallest bit. This was the end of this stay here, he'd done what meagre job he could and now it was time to move on.
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