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NAME OF CLASS: First Aid 101
PROFESSOR NAME: Professor Cricket

General information: A general overview on basic illnesses a student might run into, as well as symptoms and quick fixes to things like breaks and deep cuts while on the go!

Each student is given a dummy to work on, though they may choose to partner up in fixing it.

Mechanics:
Roll 1 20-sided dice, what you roll is what your student gets to work with...



After this, please roll 4, 4-sided Dice. Take into account their total and any repeating numbers





If you work as a group, split up the dice between yourselves as evenly as possible. So if you're paired up, each person rolls a 10 sided dice and you add up the results to get your dummy!

Then you split up your 4 sided dice to work on fixing it up!


Bonus Mechanics:
For every 3 times you attempt this course, your student may add +1 to their 4d4 dice roll's total to improve how well they patched up the dummy.

Damaris figured that using an extra amount of ointment on the dummy wasn't going to be too bad... Right?

It was apparently passable but she was going to have to convince the professor to let her get supplies outside of class for any more. The Terron couldn't help wanting to make sure that the 'patient' would have fully recovered. She'd need to watch herself better when out in the field.

"Ahh... At least the wound is okay..." Or at least she hoped.


Success: 1/3

She applied the appropriate ointments to the forehead and throat with the clothe she had been provided and finished up with checking the 'patient's temperature with the back of her hand at the edge of the dotted hair line of the dummy.

The professor seemed rather impressed with her having redeemed herself a little in keeping track of her supplies and making sure to not over do it this time.

Damaris couldn't help the small smile at the curt nod she received from the teacher. Anything was better than nothing.

"Maybe mother would even be proud of me..." She'd like to think so since she seemed to be the only one of her sisters to want to follow in her mother's hoof-prints.


Success: 2/3

It seemed that this was not going to go as smoothly as the last dummy had.

Damaris had scrambled about, not really knowing what to do. She hadn't witnessed such an ailment so she cracked a little under pressure and started trying to breath into the mouth of the patient.

From the looks she was receiving, it was only half-right but the pounding on the dummies chest was not. She had even forgotten about the supplies she had been given.

The poor fawn slumped, pick up her dummy and placed it along side the rest of the dummies she had been 'operating' on.

"I... I would like to try again." The professor sighed and pointed over to another dummy.

Even with having used a little too many blankets, it seemed she had done a well enough job for her to pass. And for the professor to give her another curt nod of approval. But it seemed she'd definitely have to prove herself again in the future for her to use the supplies once more.

Damaris would! But now, she was glad that she now knew of how to properly help others when she is called upon to do so. Just like her mother.

A bright smile lit up her face before she bowed to her professor and exited the classroom with the happiness in knowing that she might just be somewhat useful in tough situations, if they ever came around her.


Success: 3/3