ITTHOBAAL’S INVENTIONS – 14 – UNCOMMON CURE

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ITTHOBAAL'S STUDY.

(SOUND OF A QUILL. ITTHOBAAL IS UNDER THE WEATHER)

ITTHOBAAL

(HE SOUNDS HOARSE AND CONGESTED)

Dear manual of mechanics, medicine and magic.

It is the Second year after the Consulship of Belisarius, and today is an absolutely horrible day.

There are potions that old wives brew that can ensure your true love will love you back.

There are concoctions carefully crafted by master physicians that can cure the deepest sorrows of the soul.

There are salves smeared on your body by medicine men that can remove any wicked wart.

There are pills rolled by apothecaries in ancient Egypt that will forcefully oust any demon - be it the kind that manifests as madness or the kind that makes itself known through fits of burning pain.

Midwives can bring babes to the world through a cut in the mother's abdomen.

Greek doctors can realign your skeleton, relieving you of pain you have born for years!

Doctors from the great Eastern planes and mountains put needles in your body to cure nearly every illness under the sun.

(SIGHS) There is so much magic on this planet, so much healing power flowing through the river of time, discovered and captured by the brightest minds that ever lived… So why… why…! WHY! CAN NO ONE FIND A CURE FOR THE COMMON COLD! 

Achooo!

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FADE OUT.