Post by koffieschaap on May 20, 2019 8:42:45 GMT -5
A Blonde elf in gredded in gray, carrying a shield on her back and a morningstar at her side strolls into Greatgaunt on foot, road dust covering her garments and hair.
She notices alot of activity in this town, safety of a wall and People that have a story to tell.
Having rented a room have taken the use of a room in the Local Inn, providing hervices in healing and support, being that of the physical kind, be it the mental kind of healing. Maybe i should remain here for a while, she thinks to herself.
Post by koffieschaap on May 20, 2019 8:46:20 GMT -5
While being out in what i consider the town square i noticed a woman coming on strong towards a man with accusations. As she seemed furious i stepped between them to prevent any harm. She does not look like the kind sort of person. In the end, after the exchange of words and redirecting her to the local authorities, she left.
Post by koffieschaap on May 20, 2019 8:49:17 GMT -5
I Met a woman near the general store of Greatgaunt, who seems to have a burden on her heart. I have offered her council and to do a prayer together, hoping it will strengthen her resolve and help her endure the challanges she is facing. It was a good prayer
Post by koffieschaap on May 24, 2019 7:22:46 GMT -5
I saw a man run into Greatgaunt, followed by some goblins. How rude of him! he should have fough them there, finishing what he started and endure his hardship! Instead of that, he brought the people in the village in danger, those who do not have the ability to protect themselves.
I called out to him, shouting towards him to help here and now and helped the guard at the gates slay the goblins. Finding myself looking for the man who caused this reckus, seeing him run away still, in the distance. Sadly, he managed to get away before i could tell him how irresponsible he was.
Post by koffieschaap on Jun 6, 2019 5:56:19 GMT -5
After being here for little more than a week i have found myself happy with the company of Henrik. He is very experienced and i have learned a lot from just looking at him work.
a man named Dylan has entered the House of healing and seems to become a regular visitor. After finishing the chores for the day together, he and i made our way to one of the local bars to have a drink where i have met his friends and where we have talked about our pasts. It seems i have lived a calm life so far, something i am grateful for.
Post by koffieschaap on Jun 13, 2019 4:21:05 GMT -5
Siphanien can be seen in the company of one of the members who resides at the template dedicated to Tempus (Warlord ). Going for walks, sitting down to talk on multiple locations in Suzail and visiting locations of interest and history value. The late hours seem to exhaust her a bit, making her go a bit more silent as she tends to her tasks at the House of Healing, but she tries her best to help people the best she can.
Post by koffieschaap on Jun 21, 2019 2:25:43 GMT -5
Siphanien roams the outskirts of Suzail, wandering to clear her head of the emotions she is feeling, the doubts she is having and to try to regain her focus. Recent events in her life have shaken her core, revelations coming upon her and she needs time to think, to sort things out in her mind.
As she nears the west side of Suzail, an unknown area to her, she wanders near the shoreline, the sounds of the waves crashing on the stones, she is deep in thought, not aware of the physical surroundings.
She bumps into somebody, and apologizes to the person, then looks up to see who it is. Not somebody, something. an ogre, growling at her and swings for her in anger and gashes her cheek. she runs...
Trained by long walks in the past, she is not trained for running. her muscles tensing, becoming sore, she tries to loose the Ogre, without success. She notices a person in armor, and in a desperate attempt runs towards it. Success: the person slays the ogre and she can breathe once more, catching her breath thanking the person without even looking.
She gives a thankful smile, seeing it it Dylan. Thankful as she is, she offers to join him on his travels to a nearby cave, ignoring she slow bleeding on her cheek: a lesson learned...
Post by koffieschaap on Jul 4, 2019 3:33:55 GMT -5
Yesterday, Siphanien went into Great Gaunt, seeing her friend Dylan injured, she turned to him and put a hand on him and started a small prayer to heal him. The wild magic surged, causing a spray of colors, harming those around her. Frubo started singing and looked at her in anger, Waric merely looked angry.
She ran off to the east, towards the guard at the gate to turn herself in. She explained what happened and also explained what happened to two ladies in purple and was allowed to get on her way. After offering her apologies to Frubo and Waric, offering to pay for any damages done she turned to find the people who were in the square to ask them to report as a witness of the events.
Post by koffieschaap on Jul 8, 2019 1:52:55 GMT -5
Siphanien enters the house of healing, bumps her head on the upper door sill and cringes, sitting down. she sits down for a moment, avoiding the strange looks of the people around her she starts writing a note to Henrik (Fiddlesticks ). she then goes to the cupboard to fetch a broom and starts cleaning in high places, noticing how dirty it is up there, but with a warm, gentle smile.
Post by koffieschaap on Jul 22, 2019 2:16:20 GMT -5
As she sits down against the barricade in Great Gaunt, she is no longer smiling. She reaches for the side of her face, feeling it its and looks at her hand as it is covered in blood, as she is apparently bleeding. As she checks herself she notices that she is covered in the blood of both the competing forces, and mud covering her knees and arms of where she sat and bandaged or helped people. Life for her has not been easy as divine healing was not
Words never can describe the chaos and destruction that a battlefield brings..
She looks to her right, finding eye contact with a few other soldiers, all from different origins locations, but still on this same battlefield. "it is strange how a battlefield can give a bond between people" she says to herself. "Though i am glad i returned to normal size again so i can properly tend to the tasks ahead once more"
She finally meets Dylan's gaze, wondering, as the half-orc has been at her side most of the battle, as she tended to her work and heal people or reviving them from death only moments after they fell. She finds a new appreciation for him and his resolve as she give a slow nod to him in acknowledgement.
Distant screams can be heard as a new wave of forces approach, she recites a small prayer to herself loud enough for those nearby her:
Never truly alone
He shares my burden ...
On liquid ground
Realities made of sand
Only moments after the people around her get up to get into the fight she gets up again herself, following them into the battle to aid where needed.
Not long after the battle, she has tended to those in need the most, she checks the battlefield making sure there is nobody left behind to die, recovering them if needed. the red on her clothing turned more to a dark brown, her eyes standing dull, tired. She finally sits down near the gate and closes her eyes to catch some rest....
Post by koffieschaap on Aug 19, 2019 7:12:50 GMT -5
Siphanien sits down at a table, reaches for her bag and takes out a writer's kit and parchment. Her pants are still stained with brown marks, the chain shirt she once had gone, broken, while a new one is being replaced. Instead she has used an old bandage to replace her shirt, her slender, tanned but more than averagely muscled but strong figure now more exposed.
Thinking for a moment and closing her eyes, recalling a conversation she has before at a tavern, she starts taking down notes on herbs and their applications.