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Post by Aoi on Oct 22, 2018 10:50:26 GMT -5
"Then i will do so. See if she replies and is able to join at the scheduled times." She nods.
"Alright, you're planned in already. Can bring Lynn, too if tpsge likes." She grins.
"Nothing too weird in cormyr. I think every experience is precious. It helps us to solve difficult situations in the future. We can do so. How do you build up and write this journal exactly?"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Oct 22, 2018 12:36:20 GMT -5
"Then i will do so. See if she replies and is able to join at the scheduled times." She nods. "Alright, you're planned in already. Can bring Lynn, too if tpsge likes." She grins. "Nothing too weird in cormyr. I think every experience is precious. It helps us to solve difficult situations in the future. We can do so. How do you build up and write this journal exactly?" "I'll ask her later" Henrik's face brightens "The journal. Well I usually arrange information by date and keywords so I can find what I need and cross reference the information with other occurrences, it can be useful, the medical journal covers sentient species by chapter, subspecies included, it's very extensive but there are gaps in which I detail my observations of less common encounters and what I've learned, that way I build up a detailed history of experience.. this is invaluable because our minds can only hold so much and occurrences can span years, if something happens again, you can dig into your journal and refer back to it"
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Post by Aoi on Oct 22, 2018 12:43:22 GMT -5
"Great ! I will try to set something like that up, at least make a beginning." She grinns and nods.
"Any more news to share?"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Oct 22, 2018 12:59:00 GMT -5
"Great ! I will try to set something like that up, at least make a beginning." She grinns and nods. "Any more news to share?" Henrik smiles "I look forward to seeing it take shape, it is very inspirational to visit the bookshop in Dhedluk too, I recommend it" He pauses, thinking about news "Nothing yet, still waiting to see a brother who requested a meeting, I am having a rare quiet moment so I thought I'd work on this project a little before I am summoned back into battle" He nods at the infirmary "How's life treating you? The squad is well?"
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Post by Aoi on Oct 22, 2018 13:49:36 GMT -5
"Then I will only want to buy books but can't afford them because all my croons are being spent on kits often. But I will do so." A half wry grin.
"The squad is growing and getting along well together. I guess i only need to find a way to get everyone to contribute to healing supplies." She ponders. "Who is the brother you're meeting?"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Oct 22, 2018 14:13:40 GMT -5
"Then I will only want to buy books but can't afford them because all my croons are being spent on kits often. But I will do so." A half wry grin. "The squad is growing and getting along well together. I guess i only need to find a way to get everyone to contribute to healing supplies." She ponders. "Who is the brother you're meeting?" "His name is Kian, I don't think you've met yet but I'm sure you will" Henrik picks up his drawing tool again "Well, I took a vow of poverty so I accept donations of healing supplies, but you could point out the logic that your friends healing supplies would be more effective in your hands applied to them, that is a persuasive argument when you can heal others better than they can heal themselves" He nods softly "One many see the reason in and it's also economical as you do not waste supplies"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2018 3:30:46 GMT -5
A man in full squire uniform of the Royal Corps is seen wandering into the house of healing guiding a young woman. Some words are had quietly with the healer and a bed is found for her. The squire brings her food and drink after making a donation. The rest of the night the man sits awake on the bottom step of the stairs in the infirmary keeping an eye on the her. He tends to pass the time during his vigil writing in a journal and singing softy in a whispered tone until morning.
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Post by Windhover on Nov 11, 2018 21:41:58 GMT -5
*For the time being, the young woman is still not herself. Even though she is no longer trying to alleviate her headache by knocking herself out cold, her gaze remains lost, and she seems unable to remember much of what put her in such condition.*
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Nov 12, 2018 6:23:32 GMT -5
*For the time being, the young woman is still not herself. Even though she is no longer trying to alleviate her headache by knocking herself out cold, her gaze remains lost, and she seems unable to remember much of what put her in such condition.* A hooded, white-robed healer returns to the House with his red-winged wife. After giving Adolina a cuddle, he pauses to gaze at the young woman. Henrik frowns, pushing his hood back "Dear me, what do we have here?"
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Post by Windhover on Nov 13, 2018 19:00:05 GMT -5
*For the time being, the young woman is still not herself. Even though she is no longer trying to alleviate her headache by knocking herself out cold, her gaze remains lost, and she seems unable to remember much of what put her in such condition.* A hooded, white-robed healer returns to the House with his red-winged wife. After giving Adolina a cuddle, he pauses to gaze at the young woman. Henrik frowns, pushing his hood back "Dear me, what do we have here?"
Adolina would probably tell Henrik that Norah is a recent victim of mind intrusion done by a Mindflayer.
Thankfully, the young female monk condition has improved from severe mind and memory damage to "moderate". The healer would probably explain Henrik what treatment she gave to Norah as well.
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Post by Aoi on Nov 15, 2018 13:30:30 GMT -5
Meanwhile Anna gets ready for a new lesson in alchemy. Hoping that people may understand, she leaves a poster.
(( OOC: We made an appointment especially for this tomorrow's Friday since it's been waiting for a while now. Sadly my time is still limited, but it's only for the mentioned two hours (6 PM to 8 PM CET) at most. ))
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Nov 15, 2018 14:01:55 GMT -5
Aside from his duties in the infirmary, Henrik is making potion bottles and gathering herbs for the alchemy lesson. An acolyte who touches a ceramic flask is politely asked to be careful.
"Is it dangerous?" The acolyte asks cautiously.
He is met with a chuckle "No, it's my tea and it's extremely hot"
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Post by Arcos on Nov 16, 2018 1:35:42 GMT -5
*A woman with red-tinted skin and wings is seen arriving at the House of Healing inquiring after Norah Klender. Seeing she was not present, she asks around with the healers to see where she might have gone...*
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Post by Windhover on Nov 16, 2018 12:43:11 GMT -5
*A woman with red-tinted skin and wings is seen arriving at the House of Healing inquiring after Norah Klender. Seeing she was not present, she asks around with the healers to see where she might have gone...* *They would have told her that she went for a stroll, and not to worry.*
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Nov 16, 2018 14:15:52 GMT -5
Clouds of herb scent waft from the lab in the clerical area during the alchemy lesson, along with the sounds of divine spells being cast and small puffs of smoke and vapor. Henrik leaves the doors open to let the green smell of plants out.
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Post by nemusator on Nov 26, 2018 18:19:02 GMT -5
After finding out that Norah is in a healing process, Theravien decides to buy some flowers and gift them to her. He lifts his foot to step on the first step of the Healing house... Than holding his foot in the air for a moment, withdraws it to it's previous position... "What if some patient is allergic to pollen?", a thought crosses his mind. He leaves the bouquet at the entrance, previously scribbling a note and tucking it between one red tulip petals. "If no patient is allergic, please give to Miss Norah", the message reads, with his signature below. He walks away happy and lighthearted.
After some time, heavy rain falls. Rain mercilessly rips of petals from ageratums, white roses, tulips and angelicas... Big heavy drops continue to fall, grinding flower heads, transforming the bouquet into a colorful mush... As rain calms down, what remained of the bouquet, is washed away by gurgling water into the sewers...
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Post by Warlord on Nov 26, 2018 18:30:35 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Rona is the opposite! Though she's been in other days to flower-spoil and gem-pamper the monk companion, she continues to leave flowers inside the Healer House and occasionally is seen bringing her friendly feline known as Mr. T!, for pettings and comfort. He might pity the fool that don't pet him.
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Post by Windhover on Nov 27, 2018 1:19:11 GMT -5
*Adolina would probably tell the visitors that Miss Norah is in better condition now, and that she left the House of Healing some days ago.*
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Dec 2, 2018 4:18:23 GMT -5
The baby brought in immediately draws Henrik's attention as soon as he sees, he asks for information from Adolina.
//PM sent
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2018 11:49:40 GMT -5
After reading Henrik's report to the guild, Davice would also volunteer to guard the House in case the presence of the baby were to bring any trouble.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2018 13:32:42 GMT -5
A man in the uniform of a squire in the Royal Corps with noticeable red scales seen on the back of his arm and the sides of his neck pays a visit to the House of Healing. He takes special care to keep quiet even going so far as not to wear his iron shod boots. A small stuffed purple felt dragon with small button eyes and embroidered scaled wings is left behind. A ribbon is wrapped around it's neck with well wishes written in draconic.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Dec 3, 2018 15:49:59 GMT -5
The big doors open and Henrik returns to the House after delivering a message and food supplies to unknown recipients.
The visitors to the House inspire his respect and glowing appreciation before he goes back to work in the infirmary.
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Post by The Triadic Order on Jan 3, 2019 6:58:04 GMT -5
*A fresh official poster would have been pinned on the announcement board of the shrine*
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jan 12, 2019 10:25:59 GMT -5
Some time in the evening, Henrik has a period of obsessively cleaning the floors, attacking stains and polishing pews in the shrine of Ilmater.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jan 24, 2019 13:33:10 GMT -5
Shortly after his return to the House, Henrik stands in the refectory before moving to the Shrine, he gazes at the altar for a long moment.
"Your order to us is to "Help All Who Hurt, No Matter Who They Are" in the practise of our faith and compassion" The priest speaks softly to the holy place "I pray that outsiders who are critical of this command are reminded that if it DIDN'T EXIST, then we could refuse treatment to those who offend and insult you, who are critical of our faith in you, critical of who else we treat and speak in a mocking tone about our holy vows made to you, at your own request"
The healer shakes his head as he moves around, clearing up the pews and making them tidy "You are loving and your patience is endless, my Lord, how you don't smite us all in frustration..I don't know. Forgive us, but thank you for the difficult ones who can't resist an argument and reveal their prejudices, at least in that they make themselves visible so we can all see them coming..."
With a quiet chuckle, he wanders back to work in the infirmary.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Feb 12, 2019 8:45:48 GMT -5
Wandering quietly up and down the infirmary, Henrik watches over people. He murmurs softly under his breath in whispers, compiling a list as he studies a wad of notes in his medical journal.
"Aein...Davice...Dreshae....Ellena...Armias..."
A dry cough from one of the cots makes him dart over to the bed and pour a glass of water to offer to the incumbent. Settling the man down, he wanders off again, whispering more and more names to himself.
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Post by DM Jorteck on Feb 14, 2019 15:45:31 GMT -5
A restless man approaches the House of Healing early in the night.
"I've been having vivid nightmares of unspeakable evil. They speak out to me, their influence has been strong.
I need a safe place to rest, and for a brother or sister to watch over me. I'm worried these influential visions will cause me to hurt someone."
// I'll be afk for the next few days IRL travelling, but I'll do my best to reply!
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Feb 14, 2019 16:09:30 GMT -5
A restless man approaches the House of Healing early in the night. "I've been having vivid nightmares of unspeakable evil. They speak out to me, their influence has been strong. I need a safe place to rest, and for a brother or sister to watch over me. I'm worried these influential visions will cause me to hurt someone." // I'll be afk for the next few days IRL travelling, but I'll do my best to reply! Henrik welcomes him "Come in and take your rest, I'll watch over you...tell me about these nightmares, when did they begin?" He finds a bed for the man in a quiet area "What is your name?"
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Post by DM Jorteck on Feb 15, 2019 6:10:18 GMT -5
Thorell unfairly reacts to Henrik's warm welcoming, almost seeming frustrated by the questions proposed to him.
"I've already relived those dreams through someone else today... Please, just let me rest."
Reaching the bed, Thorell quietly responds to Henrik.
"I'm sorry friend, you're only trying to help... Thanks for letting me stay here. The name is Thorell Eberlar."
A few minutes pass as Thorell pulls out a book filled with drawings. He flips to a page, and quickly to another before he lies down to rest, the sketchbook still firmly in his grasp.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Feb 15, 2019 6:54:06 GMT -5
Thorell unfairly reacts to Henrik's warm welcoming, almost seeming frustrated by the questions proposed to him. "I've already relived those dreams through someone else today... Please, just let me rest." Reaching the bed, Thorell quietly responds to Henrik. "I'm sorry friend, you're only trying to help... Thanks for letting me stay here. The name is Thorell Eberlar." A few minutes pass as Thorell pulls out a book filled with drawings. He flips to a page, and quickly to another before he lies down to rest, the sketchbook still firmly in his grasp. The unfair reaction doesn't seem to offend him, Henrik simply nods "Of course, you must be tired...please..take some rest Thorell, I will be here, my name is Henrik" The tall healer draws up a seat at a discreet distance, taking out a medical journal, a quill, ink and a strip of parchment. He settles to maintain his quiet watch after making sure Thorell has water within reach and makes little or no sound, keeping a vigilant presence.
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