in the House of Healing; (An Ongoing RP Thread)

[Pedantry INC]

Sunlight brightens the House of Healing as the doors are pushed open by a firm hand. Silhouetted by the bright of day stands a figure clad in dark full-plate enameled with red embellishments. Ribbons dangle from the wrist that holds the door open while the figures right arm bears a massive gray tower shield nearly as tall as the one that carries it. Stepping within out of the glare, she is revealed as she shifts to shut the door, Evalynn Rosewater come once more.

Pushing back her hood Evalynn casts a calm gaze about, yet a tension tightens her jaw as she proceeds through the room, dipping her head politely as she immediately goes to the tithe plate where she deposits a sizable sum. Speaking to no one she then moves to the side door that leads to the clerics quarters. A pause to remove her gauntlets Evalynn then searches her pockets, absently shifting the weight of the packs on her back with a heft of her shoulder. Finally a pair of keys produced, she tries one, then the other and allows herself entry. The third cell within the living quarters of the Adorned finds itself host to her packs, armor, and a small journal left on the desk, a red ribbon marking a place within the pages.

A time later Evalynn emerges once more, bereft her armor, and instead in a simple gray and red dress. The tension seems gone from her visage, and she conducts herself with a calm reserve as she joins the kitchen staff. Saying little she sets herself to assisting in serving and food preparation.

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

A tall, gray figure in robes and a hood strolls in though the doors with his usual cheery greeting to everyone inside.

He stands like a shepherd for a moment with a strangely-humming wooden staff resting on his shoulder, surveying his flock before seeing Evalynn. Henrik pulls back his hood, gives her a gentle nod and a welcoming smile before heading into the clerical quarters to his room.

The tall healer's cell has been lived-in for a while now, there are flowers, a large bookshelf and a chest lovingly known to residents as "Thumpy". Given Henrik's height and the bed being too small, he sleeps with his feet on the chest or on the floor. Beautifully-drawn portraits of his love, an exotic dark-haired young woman - also known to residents - hang framed simply on the wall in a cluster.

He emerges a short time later without his cloak, hood and staff and disappears into the infirmary to work with Adolina.

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

Henrik emerges from the infirmary after cleaning himself up and spies the figure, he frowns. Carefully leaning over her, he slides an arm under her legs and one behind her back, picking up the sleeping girl with great gentleness and carrying her off to his cell with quiet, murmered words if she stirs.

He reappears moments later and asks for a bowl of soup which he delivers to her and stays with her to talk and treat the limp until she is fully asleep again. Once she is, he leaves the cell door slightly ajar and heads back out to see where else he is needed.

[offduty]

Opens her eyes as she feels herself being lifted into Henriks arms. A half sleeping whisper. "I'm sorry" Laying her head on his shoulder she drifts back into sleep.

Sits up when she hears him enter the room thanking him for the soup. She lays back down hardly saying a word as she drifts back into a restless fit full sleep as he treats her leg.

[Pedantry INC]

Hours after she begins her work in the kitchen, Evalynn pauses with a look of consternation at a bowl of soup she holds. Offering it to the next person waiting for a meal she quickly goes to her room. Despite her stated intentions to remain to aid the House she shortly thereafter appears in her armor, packs laden and shield over her back. A brisk pace sees her out the door and back into the realm beyond, tending to her duty, regardless of her own admissions that she needs rest.

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

Henrik enters the House, looking very tired and a little upset. He walks through to his cell, changes his clothing from his robes to a white shirt and a dark green slim-fitting suit that seems to make him look even taller. He goes to the shrine and takes a pew, wrapping his cord around his hands and praying quietly.

To those around him, he looks very sad and thoughtful. It looks like he is asking the shrine with its simply beauty and icons of Saints... "Did we do the right thing?".

Eventually, he relents, seeming to realize whatever occured was the best outcome he could have tried for and accepts it.

He walks back into the clerical quarters and falls onto his bed, his feet crashing on top of Thumpy and spends a long time staring at the ceiling before he drifts off to sleep, still fully-clothed, the yellow coverlet pulled over him.

[Pedantry INC]

Evalynn once more enters the house of healing, her heavy packs and armaments seeming to be of little burden. She takes a quiet assessment of the hall before rattle clattering her armored self to her quarters.

It is some time before she emerges in a much quieter ensemble, a gray and red dress of simple make. Wearing her typically placid expression she pauses before Henriks door for a long moment, a hand lifting as to knock. Yet a minute passes and she lowers her hand, a faint furrow between her brows the only sign of the internal conflict that ends with her turning and walking away without disturbing the Adorned.

In the main hall she kneels before the altar for a time before supplying a sizable tithe, then makes her way to the infirmary where she can be found for the majority of the rest of the day. She offers patients comfort, listens to their woes without bias, and offers advice and praise with a calm and gentle demeanor. No matter the injury or illness her expression never takes on a look of concern - instead remaining a steadfast bastion of confidence that everything will most certainly be well in the end. She is exceedingly sparse with the use of any divine magic however, unless the circumstance is extremely dire.

[offduty]

Lynn opens the doors and walks straight into the kichen where she begins bakeing. When the deserts are done and the kitchen is clean once again she goes to see Adolina showing her how much she has learned about bandageing and stitching up wounds, before she returns to the front pew where she curls up and drifts off to sleep.

[Pedantry INC]

Having come and gone several times Evalynn returns to the house and immediately looks around, asking in the kitchen and infirmary if Madame Lynn or Brother Henrik are available to speak with.

Finding neither of them available she leaves a letter for Lynn within the kitchen.

[offduty]

Delivers two large boxes of apples to the kitchen. Taking the note she leaves quietly after checking on the sick and making sure everyone is taken care of and everything is neat and dust free.

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

Upon his return from Greatgaunt, Henrik sits in the meeting room, writing for a long time. The candle burns down low and he watches it, suddenly realizing how long he's been sitting there. Having spent the entire evening on his own except for Adolina stopping in and pulling him away to work, he drags himself out of his chair and blows the candle out, heading off to sleep knowing he is unable to concentrate any longer.

Undressing, he lays on his bed with his feet on the chest, a journal balanced on his lap and scribes:

"No reply yet, have I taken on something too complex even the Revered must take some time to contemplate it? I wonder, if it is too much.

I wish I could share this with Aubric or Evalynn, not sure what they'd think. My brethren are so busy with no time....

I shall have to persevere. With everything. All of it. I feel disheartened but I cannot give up now. Lord, lend me your strength!"

He falls asleep with the journal over his face.

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

Returning home to rest, Henrik finds the clerical area in a terrible state...the door of his cell and the next one burned and blood on the floor. All of his belongings and his bed destroyed.

He leaves messages for staff and heads off on a hunt to find supplies to repair the doors.

Some time later and still none the wiser, the healer returns and sets about clearing his shattered cell and the one next to it, cleaning and clearing up debris. He looks at his destroyed possessions with a heavy heart and once the rooms are clear he works on a temporary set of doors. Not having a bed anymore, he finds a spare rug and pushes as many cushions as he can find underneath it to make a makeshift bed on the floor.

He stacks up his books and with a deeply-upset look realizes an important one has been completely wrecked.

Getting the room into an almost-livable state, he goes to pray with a violated yet determined look in his eyes.

[Pedantry INC]

Arriving in haste Evalynn barges into the back hall to find Henrik. She like him is immediately dismayed by the sights, even as they are somewhat remedied by Henriks efforts.

She examines the damage, then demands how this could have happened in the middle of the House of Healing. She moves to question the kitchen staff, as well as Adolina, what they heard and saw. She states aloud that surely in such an open and public temple someone accessing the private enclave of the clergy would have been noted. She also notes that the noise of entire walls being torn down was surely not missed.

Seeming quite alarmed at the lack of response by the staff and the city, she hustles about, asking questions, tidying up, and reassuring the common folk that visit that nothing is amiss.

[offduty]

After reading Henriks letter Lynn folds it carefully slipping it into her pocket. She leaves a note for Henrik at the inn knowing very well he would check there for her. She walks out of the Inn tears in her eyes as she slips out of town.

Heading to Suzail, her thoughts a jumbled mess. How could this happen and why? Once inside the gates she looks around finding an empty ally she climbs to the roof tops. Jumping from roof to roof heading towards what has become her home the fear grows. When she reaches the roof of the house she removes all her bags from her belt, taking her bow from her shoulder, she pulls an arrow out, and watches. At that moment she couldn't feel any smaller. Her 5'6" thin frame barely noticeable if anyone should pass by and look up. She slips her hood and cloak on drawing her knowledge from her very shady childhood that she had long left behind her, she slips into the shadows that dance on the roof from the taller buildings, making herself unseen. Sitting perfectly still, barely breathing she waits. Making note of every passerby she sees in the dust and dirt on the roof. Hours go by as she sits there with only her thoughts to keep her company. As the hour grows late she beings to think of home and her parents. What would her father do if this had happened to his home? Of course she knew the answer to that question, and she knew what she would have to do. Climbing from what would be her new home she went into the city to find what she would need.

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

Henrik returns from traveling around looking for a stonemason to repair the wall between his and Aubric's cells and having engaged one's services, he returns to the House and helps move a fractured beam out of the way, the structural damage meaning he cannot sleep there. He moves the remains of his belongings upstairs into the Revered's lounge until he can return to his restored cell.

Speaking to staff he complains that no one is telling him what happened. Henrik walks out into the city, having collected his travelling gear.

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

Returning home briefly in the middle of the day, Henrik picks up two letters, the one from Aubric makes his eyes widen as he stands reading it in the shattered clerical quarters.

He writes a quick message to Evalynn and hurries out, tucking the two letters into his bag as he vanishes into the city.

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

Returning to the House, Henrik sees an unopened letter left for Evalynn and worries, inquiring with staff.

He sits for some time, writing a list of names. Sealing it with a wax stamp he emerges from the clerical area and sets out again, trying to think of places the Sister might be.

[Pedantry INC]

Though the staff can give no answer, a few days later Evalynn reappears, her armor filthy, her tabbard stained, her cheeks a bit gaunt. In an unusually selfish display she goes to her room and fails to emerge to offer her assistance, instead collapsing into a tired heap to sleep after escaping the confines of her plate.

The next day, after sleeping for a long spell she once again fails to emerge, tending instead to herself and her armaments until hunger lures her to the kitchen. Her only comment in regards to where she has been is simply "We lost our way in the woods".

She helps in the kitchen for a time after eating her own bowl of soup, then spends a bit of time in the infirmary before, despite still looking worn, she returns to her room and gathers her equipment.

At the question "Leaving so soon, sister?" Evalynn replies;

"Those things that bring hardship upon the good people of Cormyr do not take pause to rest and so I must not linger."

[offduty]

Lynn stands up from where she was sitting on the pew waiting for Henrik so she can get to the room they share, she walks past Evalynn. "You have had everyone worried sick about you. Do you even know what is going on? We thought the.... never mind." Walks to the doors pushing them open and stepping outside not even waiting for an answer, tears streaming down her face.

[Pedantry INC]

Aug 25, 2012 5:16:15 GMT -5 offduty said:

Lynn stands up from where she was sitting on the pew waiting for Henrik so she can get to the room they share, she walks past Evalynn. "You have had everyone worried sick about you. Do you even know what is going on? We thought the.... never mind." Walks to the doors pushing them open and stepping outside not even waiting for an answer, tears streaming down her face.

Evalynns calm expression hardly changes, the slightest pursing of her lips as she watches Lynn storm off. Whatever her reaction may be, given no chance to question or respond, Evalynn simply continues on her course, shouldering her bags and departing the House.

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

Returning to the House, Henrik - having heard what happened from Lynn - talks to staff and looks deeply relieved. "I guess we don't need to mount a search, then, thank the Lord..I wouldn't even know where to start!"

He wanders into the meeting room where, sitting at the rough table, he takes out a scroll and quill. Carefully, he begins working on what appears to be the list of names he has been compiling.

[offduty]

Leaving her cloak, hood, and boots laying on the floor of the washroom in a puddle of water, grabbing a towel to dry her hair and face. She goes to the door banging loudly. When Henrik doesn't answer her knock she sighs and goes to the counter asking for a bowl of hot soup. Turning she notices wet foot prints left on the floor. Taking her bowl of soup she goes and sits on the pew waiting for Henriks return so she can get in there room to some dry cloths.

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

Coming out of his fierce concentration on his list, he slips out of the meeting room and quickly lets her in to grab some clothing from the trunk with an apologetic "Sorry, my love".

List still in hand, he emerges after she's dressed and folds the list into a book in his satchel, he awaits her return...spotting the wet footprints he goes to grab a mop and clean the floor before going to help out with cooking in the kitchen amid the throng of homeless and recovering-injured.

He remains in the House for the rest of the day, helping Adolina when she needs him and doing cleaning duties around the washroom and infirmary, there seems to be no task he shies away from however small or large, menial or complex.

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

"Hello!" The tall healer opens the door to the kitchen to let her in and smiles. "Always need a fine hand in the kitchen, priestess"

[Pedantry INC]

Evalynn briefly visits the House of Healing, penning a quick notice before heading out again.

"My Brothers and Sisters;

As you know it is my sacred duty to the good people of Cormyr, Blessed as I am by the Merciful Ilmater in his Wisdom, to act as a shield. My patrols have called me further and further afield. It may be some great time before I return, or I may not return at all. Such is a willing sacrifice I make in the name of our Lord. As such I bid that you worry not, search not, for I tend to my duty gladly and without fear.

These halls are not my home, for my shelter is in the arms of the Crying God, wherever his cause leads me.

May you be humbled in his wisdom, protected by his mercy, and guided by his enduring light.

In humble Faith;
Evalynn Rosewater, Adorned Paladin of His Merciful Ilmater. "

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

An overly-tired Henrik is escorted into the House by a red-haired warrioress and a pale-haired priestess. Saying good night to Kori and Fiona at the door to the cleric's area, he gets his cloak stuck it. After freeing himself, there's an unseen crash, a clatter of armor and a mumbled "Oh I'll get in the morning" before a door closes loudly and the half-dressed healer falls into his strangely desert-tented cell to rest, mumbling about sentient puddles.

[Razgriz]

*A badly wounded Holance is brought to the House of Healing. Altough he still survives, the injuries and cuts sure look nasty.*

//OOC: Holance is in the freezer for now, so that means no armors no role play no nothing for him atm.

[Defunct Fiddlesticks]

*Henrik briefly leaves the House for a short journey, then returns to look after Holance, he leaves a note for his wife*

Holance in infimary, gone out for an hour. Ran into an old friend, can't wait to see your face when you see.

love,
H.

*Then heads out again, looking busy*

[abby]

Sister Abigail has begun her ten day fast as part of the purification process leading up to her annointment ritual.

All Ilmateri will be welcome to attend the rites of annointment in the near future. She has not set the date yet for lack of one of the key annointing oils, however upon recieving it, she will announce the night of the annointing.

******

Second, Abigail begins to speak with brother Henrik concerning moving the House of Healing to the slums/docks of Suzail where they will fullfill their traditional purpose better. She has begun to rally the Ilmateri and even some of the Triadic knights for moving day. The list of things which need to be done are as follows:

* Find a suitable warehouse in the slums with an owner willing to exchange his lesser valued building deed for that of the existing House of Healing.

* Call for a royal council meeting in order to attempt to gain tax exemption for a temple outside of the temple districts.

* Procure scrap timber to construct partician walls within the warehouse to seperate the respective areas. We may require donated timber, so Ilmateri should seek out lumber mills and carpenters for donations.

* Arrange a day to make the move. The less gap from closing the House of Healing to opening the Sanctuary, the better.

* Inform our current donners, from nobility & merchants, to adventurers that we have moved so that donations of food and supplies will continue to arrive.

Because the House of Healing was founded with non-Ilmateri, the House of Healing does not fullfill its purpose as it should. Abby wishes to open the New Sanctuary by the principals of poverty, keeping sure that no coin is kept within. The structure will be smaller and more humble. Abby welcome's additional thoughts from Henrik or other Ilmateri on the subject.

[The Tallest Dwarf]

Walking into the House of Healing near evenfeast a Dwarf wearing everbright armor looks around.

"Someone tell me where th'Tormite Holance is?Brought some strong Dwarven whiskey t'restore him."

He would be as quiet as possible and leave a silver flask by his bedside.