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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jun 1, 2019 7:27:37 GMT -5
Henrik looks thoughtful "I could try a spell resistance prayer upon her, that would leave her with the ability to cast if she needs to. The herbal solution would take a while to find in significant quantity, unless you could locate enough yourself?" Dela seems to think for a moment, before answering: "i really do not like staying away from Keerla for too long, but i am certain i can get some help from friends and family here, and it is for Keerla. how much would we need?" she ends, with determination in her voice"Depends on how long you want it to last for" Henrik says "My spell would last for a considerable time...one spellbane leaf only lasts a couple of hours, whole plants are expensive..I can start on the spell now and we can see if it will help her, then source the plant or plants if it does?"
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Post by koffie on Jun 2, 2019 0:10:30 GMT -5
Dela seems to think for a moment, before answering: "i really do not like staying away from Keerla for too long, but i am certain i can get some help from friends and family here, and it is for Keerla. how much would we need?" she ends, with determination in her voice "Depends on how long you want it to last for" Henrik says "My spell would last for a considerable time...one spellbane leaf only lasts a couple of hours, whole plants are expensive..I can start on the spell now and we can see if it will help her, then source the plant or plants if it does?" Dela nods, looking a bit defeated "i understand, I will leave it to your capable hands."
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jun 2, 2019 11:43:13 GMT -5
"Depends on how long you want it to last for" Henrik says "My spell would last for a considerable time...one spellbane leaf only lasts a couple of hours, whole plants are expensive..I can start on the spell now and we can see if it will help her, then source the plant or plants if it does?" Dela nods, looking a bit defeated "i understand, I will leave it to your capable hands." Henrik's response is to give her a comforting, reassuring look "She is already on the mend, this will - I hope - encourage further healing in her mind, I'll make preparation to cast the spell upon her with her permission"
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Post by irishrover13 on Jun 2, 2019 14:40:33 GMT -5
Keerla makes sure to clean up the area where she had been the last week. She watered the little tree and left it where he would find. On her way out she leave a donation of a 1000 gold coins in the alms box and then smiles and was at the statue at the front of the chapel area. Once that is done she slips silently out into the darkness fading from sight quickly in the dusk.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jun 2, 2019 16:27:01 GMT -5
Keerla makes sure to clean up the area where she had been the last week. She watered the little tree and left it where he would find. On her way out she leave a donation of a 1000 gold coins in the alms box and then smiles and was at the statue at the front of the chapel area. Once that is done she slips silently out into the darkness fading from sight quickly in the dusk. Henrik studies her actions after she has gone, looking at the area he murmurs to himself "Order, cleanliness, care for surroundings.." He touches the tree, feeling the soil "..logic, compassion.." He nods to himself "Very good" It seems she has met some standards he was looking for and he does not seem to have great cause for concern. Later when he is informed of the donation, he smiles. Satisfied, he writes in his notes that Keerla felt well enough to discharge herself and attends to his duties.
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Post by galind88 on Jun 3, 2019 11:39:10 GMT -5
A young man (Dylan) enters the House of Healing… at first glance he appears human, despite the slightly greenish hue of his tanned skin. Beyond the deep battle-scars over his left brow and right cheek, there’s a handsomeness about him; broad-shouldered, strong-jawed and of chiseled feature, his gold-amber eyes piercing alluringly in contrast to his closely-shaven black hairline and tightly-wound topknot.
After a second glance, his pointed ears, as well as the two, small, tusk-like canines protruding from his lower jaw become apparent… both suggesting to a likelihood of mixed-orc ancestry.
He wears a heavily worn, light-grey gambeson which hangs over the knee of his grey-blue, linen pants… strapped in a sheath upon his back rests a great-sword, its finely etched, silvery-metal hilt, glimmering in the torch-light.
Despite the subtly monstrous side of his features, there is a soothing aura about him… one that hints at a thoughtful, more graceful nature then his appearance would otherwise suggest.
He stops just inside the entrance, looking around as if for someone… a slight nervousness painted on his face… in his right hand he holds a wound-up scroll of parchment.
After seeing a church custodian he hesitantly approaches, introducing himself as “Dylan”, explaining that he was told by his friend, Alamor to come here to speak with Henrik or Sir Chrsonomo… and that this letter would explain further.
He speaks in a husky-baritone, yet youthful voice. His Thayan accent is undeniable, yet his Common is fluent and rather articulate, suggestive of formal education… surprising, considering he is an Orcan of Thay (A Human with Orc ancestry; of which any knowledge of the culture and history of Thay would suggest, that at best, would be a member of the Common-Caste… or far more likely, a slave).
He then apprehensively offers the scroll to the custodian, as if it carries some personal weight to him.
Addressed to Henrik & Sir Chrsonomo and signed by Alamor Aldrain’Vendorin, as well as bearing his Mage Mark, the letter notes that Alamor believes it is within the realm of possibility that Dylan may have Ilmater’s eye and thinks he should be tested… it additionally notes that they should request from Dylan to hear his story about a Divine Intervention that he recently experienced, one which showed telling signs of Ilmater’s influence.
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Post by koffie on Jun 4, 2019 2:22:05 GMT -5
A young man (Dylan) enters the House of Healing… at first glance he appears human, despite the slightly greenish hue of his tanned skin. Beyond the deep battle-scars over his left brow and right cheek, there’s a handsomeness about him; broad-shouldered, strong-jawed and of chiseled feature, his gold-amber eyes piercing alluringly in contrast to his closely-shaven black hairline and tightly-wound topknot. After a second glance, his pointed ears, as well as the two, small, tusk-like canines protruding from his lower jaw become apparent… both suggesting to a likelihood of mixed-orc ancestry. He wears a heavily worn, light-grey gambeson which hangs over the knee of his grey-blue, linen pants… strapped in a sheath upon his back rests a great-sword, its finely etched, silvery-metal hilt, glimmering in the torch-light. Despite the subtly monstrous side of his features, there is a soothing aura about him… one that hints at a thoughtful, more graceful nature then his appearance would otherwise suggest. He stops just inside the entrance, looking around as if for someone… a slight nervousness painted on his face… in his right hand he holds a wound-up scroll of parchment. After seeing a church custodian he hesitantly approaches, introducing himself as “ Dylan”, explaining that he was told by his friend, Alamor to come here to speak with Henrik or Sir Chrsonomo… and that this letter would explain further. He speaks in a husky-baritone, yet youthful voice. His Thayan accent is undeniable, yet his Common is fluent and rather articulate, suggestive of formal education… surprising, considering he is an Orcan of Thay (A Human with Orc ancestry; of which any knowledge of the culture and history of Thay would suggest, that at best, would be a member of the Common-Caste… or far more likely, a slave). He then apprehensively offers the scroll to the custodian, as if it carries some personal weight to him. Addressed to Henrik & Sir Chrsonomo and signed by Alamor Aldrain’Vendorin, as well as bearing his Mage Mark, the letter notes that Alamor believes it is within the realm of possibility that Dylan may have Ilmater’s eye and thinks he should be tested… it additionally notes that they should request from Dylan to hear his story about a Divine Intervention that he recently experienced, one which showed telling signs of Ilmater’s influence. Siphanien looks up from her tasks, seeming to be sweeping in a far corner as Dylan enters, noticing the exchange of scrolls and wanders over after the custodian, wearing her usual Gray outfit but not wearing chain mail for the day, her morningstar and shield absent, though her steel necklace with the engraving of two hands crossing and slightly colored cord around them. "Welcome, may i offer you a seat while you wait for your message to be looked at?" She extends her arm, gesturing towards a chair near the wall, in clear sight for anyone to notice him sitting and to have a good overview of the hall.
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Post by galind88 on Jun 4, 2019 3:44:24 GMT -5
Dylan thanks Siphanien with a soft smile, taking the seat she offered, awaiting the appearance of Henrik or Sir Chrsonomo, while occasionally tapping his foot nervously.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jun 4, 2019 5:13:50 GMT -5
Dylan thanks Siphanien with a soft smile, taking the seat she offered, awaiting the appearance of Henrik or Sir Chrsonomo, while occasionally tapping his foot nervously. After a short time of the acolyte trying to locate Henrik; the clerical door opens and a tall, white robed figure emerges. His friendly gaze seeks out Dylan and a big smile lights up his face as he approaches "Hello! I'm Henrik... welcome to the House of Healing! I've been looking forward to meeting you"
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Post by StabbingNirvana on Jun 4, 2019 5:56:05 GMT -5
Chrysosnomos is nowhere to be found at the house of healing at this current time.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jun 12, 2019 12:31:40 GMT -5
Wrapped in the still calm of meditation and prayer, Henrik sits on a mat before the icons of saints. Increasing conversation elsewhere in the shrine, words like "orc" and "proclamation" reach him.
He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes with a frown. Rising, he makes his way to talk to his brethren about increasing their supplies and preparing in case of conflict.
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Post by koffie on Jun 13, 2019 4:15:19 GMT -5
As Siphanien returns from a walk, being out late, she turns to Henrik. "I have heard this proclamation as well, and have seen the effect is has on the adventurers out and about. Things are a bit tense in the cities right now. Are there any supplies you wish me to retrieve from elsewhere? Or is there something you wish me to focus on around here to prepare?"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jun 13, 2019 6:19:39 GMT -5
As Siphanien returns from a walk, being out late, she turns to Henrik. "I have heard this proclamation as well, and have seen the effect is has on the adventurers out and about. Things are a bit tense in the cities right now. Are there any supplies you wish me to retrieve from elsewhere? Or is there something you wish me to focus on around here to prepare?" Henrik nods, listening to her "Simply make sure you are well-stocked and those with healing abilities around you are supplied too..if you have herbs, I can brew them into potions..probably the best is Blood Staunch as it is free to make, it just needs the skill to brew it. Also it's not just healing supplies, scrolls..if there is a conflict then food, water and camping supplies as well. Whenever we get the slightest hint of war, or combat, it's time to start getting ready and hoard what you can. If nothing comes of it then nothing is lost, we are well-prepared for the next crisis" He gives a wry smile "Save everything useful you find, it could save someone's life and be alert to changes in the way people flow into cities, we must adapt to the increase in people if there is one" He is thoughtful for a moment "If there is a battle, then we must rely on each other to step in if one of us is called to serve elsewhere on a frontline, but we will cross that bridge when we come to it"
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Post by koffie on Jun 13, 2019 6:31:05 GMT -5
Henrik nods, listening to her "Simply make sure you are well-stocked and those with healing abilities around you are supplied too..if you have herbs, I can brew them into potions..probably the best is Blood Staunch as it is free to make, it just needs the skill to brew it. Also it's not just healing supplies, scrolls..if there is a conflict then food, water and camping supplies as well. Whenever we get the slightest hint of war, or combat, it's time to start getting ready and hoard what you can. If nothing comes of it then nothing is lost, we are well-prepared for the next crisis" He gives a wry smile "Save everything useful you find, it could save someone's life and be alert to changes in the way people flow into cities, we must adapt to the increase in people if there is one" He is thoughtful for a moment "If there is a battle, then we must rely on each other to step in if one of us is called to serve elsewhere on a frontline, but we will cross that bridge when we come to it" Siphanien stays silent for a moment, thinking to herself, before responding: "i have met a few good people so far. i am certain they can help us gather some. i will head out and seek them out. in the meanwhile i will keep my eyes out to see if i can obtain some supplies. maybe some rations as well? those do not spoil quickly."
She thinks for a moment long, not really looking towards Henrik but more reflecting herself and says: "i hate wars, but i shall do my part"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jun 13, 2019 6:52:53 GMT -5
Henrik nods, listening to her "Simply make sure you are well-stocked and those with healing abilities around you are supplied too..if you have herbs, I can brew them into potions..probably the best is Blood Staunch as it is free to make, it just needs the skill to brew it. Also it's not just healing supplies, scrolls..if there is a conflict then food, water and camping supplies as well. Whenever we get the slightest hint of war, or combat, it's time to start getting ready and hoard what you can. If nothing comes of it then nothing is lost, we are well-prepared for the next crisis" He gives a wry smile "Save everything useful you find, it could save someone's life and be alert to changes in the way people flow into cities, we must adapt to the increase in people if there is one" He is thoughtful for a moment "If there is a battle, then we must rely on each other to step in if one of us is called to serve elsewhere on a frontline, but we will cross that bridge when we come to it" Siphanien stays silent for a moment, thinking to herself, before responding: "i have met a few good people so far. i am certain they can help us gather some. i will head out and seek them out. in the meanwhile i will keep my eyes out to see if i can obtain some supplies. maybe some rations as well? those do not spoil quickly."
She thinks for a moment long, not really looking towards Henrik but more reflecting herself and says: "i hate wars, but i shall do my part"Henrik looks a little distant for a beat and nods "I'm from Arabel so I have good reason other than faith to despise conflicts too" He sighs, pulling his thoughts back "We shall get through it as we always do, be the sanctuary" He gives a reassuring expression "I'm hoping it may turn out to be nothing, if it doesn't develop then we are just incredibly well-prepared"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jul 3, 2019 9:45:00 GMT -5
An anonymous note is delivered to the House of Healing, attached to small book of jokes given as donation. "I heard about the sick boy who swallowed a bunch of coins. Has there been any change yet?"Henrik is heard chuckling at the book as it gets passed around the House... But a letter and a delivery of food received after throw him into a sombre mood. He advises the House stand vigilant, his brethren to take refuge . In the meantime he leaves the House in the capable hands of his healers as he makes his way to Eveningstar and Pilgrim's Path.
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Post by koffie on Jul 4, 2019 3:18:32 GMT -5
An anonymous note is delivered to the House of Healing, attached to small book of jokes given as donation. "I heard about the sick boy who swallowed a bunch of coins. Has there been any change yet?"Henrik is heard chuckling at the book as it gets passed around the House... But a letter and a delivery of food received after throw him into a sombre mood. He advises the House stand vigilant, his brethren to take refuge . In the meantime he leaves the House in the capable hands of his healers as he makes his way to Eveningstar and Pilgrim's Path. Siphanien stops him for a small moment, informing him that she will keep an eye out for trouble arising, and she will send him a message in one way or the other to inform him if anything happens that her personal bouncer can not handle.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jul 4, 2019 6:17:19 GMT -5
Siphanien stops him for a small moment, informing him that she will keep an eye out for trouble arising, and she will send him a message in one way or the other to inform him if anything happens that her personal bouncer can not handle. Before he leaves, Henrik looks grateful to her and he nods "I will be evacuating a small amount of patients from the Triadic Order hospital here with some of our people" He says gently "I am thankful knowing you will be around, sister. I will see you very soon, if you need anything, send word and until then I will keep you, your bouncer, brother Dylan, everyone in my prayers...pray for peace and his Mercy"
Bidding her farewell, he heads out with purpose.
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Post by Warlord on Jul 9, 2019 4:40:54 GMT -5
As the new day progress', an ox and a Ja arrives to the House of Healing.
Seems Helga Battleaxe has secured an Ox to carry extra meals and cuisines. Easy meals of good value provided via the veteran's own caregiving resources.
The tall warrior offers meals with a smile as she aids in the simple and sudden gesture.
To any warrior dieing on this day, Helga administers final rites for the brave spirits to be secured in the Warrior's Rest.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jul 9, 2019 7:00:53 GMT -5
*A Triadic Squire arrives, looking to deliver a message to Siphanien*
//PM sent!
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Post by koffie on Jul 9, 2019 14:16:33 GMT -5
Siphanien smiles, giving the squire some food and drink for on the road, giving him her warmest smile before getting back to work
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jul 21, 2019 14:59:41 GMT -5
Henrik has returned to the House and is busy organizing supplies to be sent elsewhere.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 3, 2019 14:42:39 GMT -5
It is a quiet evening, during a pause in routine Henrik sits at a refectory table with a large tome and parchments and a bottle of ink.
He seems to be writing a medical treatise, there are a number of source books he is crediting at the bottom of every page that are written as neatly as possible. Any imperfection in the page, be it a hole or rip - are stitched with a fine needle and thin thread. The stitching forms a lattice of support to keep the page's imperfection from spreading like a open wound and form intricate patterns.
Occasionally he reaches for a slice of bread and takes a small bite and a sip of water from a jug nearby. A beeswax candle burns steadily in a dish beside him, filling the refectory with the scent of honey as he carries on working.
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Aug 19, 2019 12:49:39 GMT -5
Mynian enters the House of Healing and she pulls off her hood as she looks around.
There's a certain look of exhaustion about her. A slump to her shoulders and rings under her eyes that normally isn't there. Even her steps seem to be lacking in verve and energy.
For a moment she stands there, seeming uncertain, until an acolyte addresses her, "Do you need assistance?"
"Eh? Oh, aye... ah...," she folds her arms, more holding herself than crossing them, "Do tha healer Henrik be in? Me needs to see him about... about somethin'. It be a little pressin', beggin' yeh pardon."
"Who can I say has come calling?"
"Yeh c'n tell 'im it be Mynian. Mynian Copperhand."
As the acolyte nods and goes, Mynian continues to stand there, lightly fidgeting with her sleeve. A nervous gesture not normal for the seamstress.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 19, 2019 15:21:17 GMT -5
Mynian enters the House of Healing and she pulls off her hood as she looks around. There's a certain look of exhaustion about her. A slump to her shoulders and rings under her eyes that normally isn't there. Even her steps seem to be lacking in verve and energy. For a moment she stands there, seeming uncertain, until an acolyte addresses her, "Do you need assistance?" "Eh? Oh, aye... ah...," she folds her arms, more holding herself than crossing them, "Do tha healer Henrik be in? Me needs to see him about... about somethin'. It be a little pressin', beggin' yeh pardon." "Who can I say has come calling?" "Yeh c'n tell 'im it be Mynian. Mynian Copperhand." As the acolyte nods and goes, Mynian continues to stand there, lightly fidgeting with her sleeve. A nervous gesture not normal for the seamstress. A short time later, Henrik appears summoned from the depths of the clerical area - hands coated with green stains and an aroma of herbs following him - he greets Mynian with a warm smile "Hello!" He gives her his usual scanning gaze, quickly shadowed with concern "Oh, I think you better come in"
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Aug 19, 2019 17:36:41 GMT -5
A short time later, Henrik appears summoned from the depths of the clerical area - hands coated with green stains and an aroma of herbs following him - he greets Mynian with a warm smile "Hello!" He gives her his usual scanning gaze, quickly shadowed with concern "Oh, I think you better come in" She would nod again, uttering a thanks before heading in. As they walk she starts to roll up her sleeve on her right arm. Mynian speaks in quiet tones to him, "Me got a bit o' a problem that me 'opes yeh c'n 'elp me with." She'd avoid looking directly at him as she'd show her forearm to him. Upon it is a cyst, bulging a quarter of an inch up and as wide as the size of a gold coin. Ugly black veins spider out from it's center, the whole area blackened as if bruised. There are signs that she's tried to apply some healing ointment to it, some of the area red from apparent scratching. "Tha book learned finger wigglers would call this a Necrotic Cyst, but from everythin' me been told it be a fair bit stronger than that," Mynian would glance at it once before continuing, "Tha necromancer whot c'n do this c'n scry, dominate, cause tha person pain... 'n worse." "'n afore yeh ask tha necromancer whot did this ta me be dead," she'd stop short, then shake her head. "Nay, not dead. Killed. 'e were killed but ... tha cyst remains." She'd look at him then, worry and determination in equal measure in her eyes, "'n me ain't tha only one whot's got this on them. So me ain't gonna be tha last yeh'll see with one o' these on 'em. But me gonna be tha first ta see ifn it c'n be removed." Mynian would add with a weak smile, "tha War Wizards will likely be askin' fer yeh aid with this very thing as it be. So me figured why donna me get in line ta volunteer first, eh?" A sweat starts to form on her brow. Perhaps stress, perhaps fatigue, or perhaps something more causing it.
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Post by koffie on Aug 20, 2019 6:39:52 GMT -5
Siphanian looks up from a corner table as she hears the conversation. Looking up from the book in front of her, she recalls this woman looking unwell at the tavern she was visiting in Valkur Roar.
she thinks a moment and then seeks eye contact with Henrik, giving him a thoughtful and confirming gaze, accompanied with a nod.
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Aug 20, 2019 14:34:30 GMT -5
Siphanian looks up from a corner table as she hears the conversation. Looking up from the book in front of her, she recalls this woman looking unwell at the tavern she was visiting in Valkur Roar.
she thinks a moment and then seeks eye contact with Henrik, giving him a thoughtful and confirming gaze, accompanied with a nod. Her eyes mostly away from Henrik, Mynian catches sight of the figure at the corner table. She squints briefly, but then a look of recognition crosses her face. Offering her a light weak smile she nods her head to her as if to say thanks. Then quietly waits for Henrik to give his assessment.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 20, 2019 15:11:13 GMT -5
Siphanian looks up from a corner table as she hears the conversation. Looking up from the book in front of her, she recalls this woman looking unwell at the tavern she was visiting in Valkur Roar.
she thinks a moment and then seeks eye contact with Henrik, giving him a thoughtful and confirming gaze, accompanied with a nod. Her eyes mostly away from Henrik, Mynian catches sight of the figure at the corner table. She squints briefly, but then a look of recognition crosses her face. Offering her a light weak smile she nods her head to her as if to say thanks. Then quietly waits for Henrik to give his assessment. Henrik catches Siphanien's look and nods back, gratefully. He is gazing closely at Mynian's forearm with a frown "I don't see these often, it is possible to remove it but the action is dangerous, painful-" He looks at her with deep concern "Truthfully, I need a wizard attending while I undertake the removal - they will be necessary for any arcane element to this...the healing side, I can handle" He sighs "Miss C, it would be better if you stayed with us until we can make arrangements to deal with it, is that convenient? It would give me time to observe its effects and give a better assessment in case there is something different about this one"
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Aug 20, 2019 18:06:03 GMT -5
Henrik catches Siphanien's look and nods back, gratefully. He is gazing closely at Mynian's forearm with a frown "I don't see these often, it is possible to remove it but the action is dangerous, painful-" He looks at her with deep concern "Truthfully, I need a wizard attending while I undertake the removal - they will be necessary for any arcane element to this...the healing side, I can handle" He sighs "Miss C, it would be better if you stayed with us until we can make arrangements to deal with it, is that convenient? It would give me time to observe its effects and give a better assessment in case there is something different about this one" Mynian would nod slowly and speak at a very even and measured pace, "Let me jus' 'ead back ta tha Roar 'n gather a few things from me room at Talbot's. Leave word o' where me will be. Temporarily close up shop 'n such. Me also knows o' tha exact War Wizard for yeh ta contact. Berock Vaskander be 'is name. 'e'll know tha most about this . . . " Her eyebrows would furrow then, staring at the blighted skin on her arm for a brief moment. Then with a shake of her head and an intake of breath she gets over whatever dark thought she was having and gives Henrik a smile. "This will be good," she'd nod once as she'd retract her arm and put her sleeve back in place. "Me c'n work on me songs uninterrupted fer once. Work on a design 'r two." She'd press on before a word can even be given edgewise, "'n me won't be a layabout guest though. Me c'n 'elp out in tha kitchen 'n stitch up any tears in folks garments ifn they need it. 'n ifn any wee ones need 'elp gettin' ta sleep me c'n sing 'em a lullaby. Be tha least me c'n do fer 'elpin' me out 'n such. 'n ifn yeh really need it me got some 'ealin' kits me c'n donate 'n . . ." Mynian goes on about other ways she can help. The light bit of sweat on her forehead never quite dissipating.
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