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![[compendium banner.png|]] # Humourism Also known as **Natural Philosophy**. > *Fictional* Humourism scale: > **Winter** has the ==Saturnus Humor==. > Imbalance symptoms is recorded to be **black bile**. > **Spring** has the ==Jovic Humor==. > Unevenness is shown through **blood bile**. > **Autumn** has the ==Luna Humor==. > Instability is emitted through **watery phlegm**. > **Summer** has the ==Marian Humor==. > Disparity is discharged in a **yellowish bile**. I have a friend here, an old warrior, who is very sick. **Pestilence has infected an old battle wound**, and unless he is seen to by a **surgeon** soon, he will surely die. This man is dear to me, {playername}, but he's also stubborn as a hog and refuses to have anyone look at his injury because he doesn't trust the **physicians** here. I have heard that you've a capable surgeon with you. If you would let your surgeon come here and have a look, {reg3?she:he} may be able to convince him to give his consent to an operation. Please, I will be deeply indebted to you if you grant me this request. [ — Warband.XML] you wish, Captain, I would not mind taking the time to pay a visit to a pupil of mine, now employed by the lord of {s17}. I had great hopes for him, but I have heard that he has lately endorsed the use of **muskmelon** **for the treatment of palsy**, on the grounds that its cold essence offsets an abundance of **yellow bile**. This is a travesty of **medicine**, and I must journey there swiftly to correct him. While I am there, if you wish, I could question him on the latest trends within the {s18}, a matter which may interest you. [ — Warband.XML] I shall tell you -- but know that it is a tale of gross iniquity. I warn you in advance, lest you are of a **choleric temperament**, and so become incensed at the injustice done unto me that you do yourself a mischief. [ — Mount & Blade.XML] Captain -- I must tell you that I question {s11}'s medical credentials. As he was tending to our wounded after that last battle, I saw fit to remind him that the peerless **Galerian** often advocated administering a **distillation** of **beetroot**, to restore the **humor** **imbalance** brought by loss of **sanguinity**. [ — Mount & Blade.XML] My lord. The barbarian woman, {s11}, complained of headaches -- a possible symptom of excess of **sanguinity**. I thought to apply my leeches. [ — Mount & Blade.XML] I am from an old family in **the northern lands**, the daughter of a thane and also wife to one. I fought by my husband's side, his partner both in war and in peace. But **my husband died of the plague**, when I was still childless. My husband had decreed that I should inherit his lands, in the absence of an heir. My brother-in-law, cursed be his name, said that it was **not our custom that women could inherit a thanedom**. That was nonsense, but his gold bought the loyalties of enough of my husband's faithless servants for him to install himself in my hall. So I fled, something I was raised never to do, and something I hope never to do again. [ — Mount & Blade.XML] I filled my belly, put some gold in my purse, and broadened my knowledge of wounds and injury -- I can't complain about that! But I think right now that service in this company is holding me back. I have a duty to share my findings with other **surgeons**, and for that I need to **hire scribes**, **who are rare in Calradia**. I shall be going home. [ — Mount & Blade.XML] I am by training a **natural philosopher**, but condemned by the jealousy of the thick-headed doctors of my **university** to make my living as an **itinerant surgeon**. I was hired by a merchant of this city to cure his son, who fell into a **coma** after a fall from his balcony. I successfully **trepanned the patient's skull** to reduce the cranial swelling, but the family ignored my advice to treat the ensuing **fevers with a tincture of willow bark**, and the boy died. The father, rather than reward me for my efforts, charged me with **sorcery** -- me, a **philosopher of nature**! Such is the ignorance and ingratitude of mankind. [ — Mount & Blade.XML] Captain. I can no longer abide the rank ignorance of {s11}. As I was treating the wounded during our last battle, he saw fit to disparage my use of **laudanum** in **relieving the pain** while I conducted surgery, and of **treating wounds with a poultice of honey**. [ — Mount & Blade.XML] It's a fine thing to see an honest face like yours. This world is full of lies. I went home to publish my findings, hired some scribes and made a handful of **codices**, and waited for the commissions. But it turns out that the **universities** don't care about **real medical knowledge** rather than warmed-over **Galerian**. And publishers -- let me tell you, you never saw anyone so unscrupulous. They rent the books out chapter to by chapter to students to copy, but half of them aren't returned, and those that are have pages soaked in wine, and there's no longer a complete copy of my work anywhere. I'll keep trying, but first I need a bit of money in my pocket, first. Are you looking for a surgeon? [ — Mount & Blade.XML] {s11} responded that **Galenian** was an '**antiquated know-nothing**.' Captain, no true doctor would have such disrespect for **the great masters of the past**. I do not believe you should employ such an obvious impostor. [ — Mount & Blade.XML] The lord over there in Almerra Castle had **the dropsy**, and had requested a **doctor** from Uxkhal to treat him. Like a typical **university-educated doctor**, he went right to **Galerian** for a cure. **Galerian** commends **sun-metal for dropsy**. Now most of **Galerian's** writings were useless back in the days of the **Calradic emperors** when they were first written down, and they're doubly worthless today, but he sometimes he hits upon the right cure by chance: **sun-metal does cure some kinds of dropsy in small doses**. However, sun-metal in large doses is poison, something that the **Galerian**-worshippers never grasped. [ — Mount & Blade.XML]