abby
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Post by abby on Feb 10, 2013 5:32:00 GMT -5
Sister Abby returns to Suzail, and it is clear her health is failing. She is dangerously thin and pale. She goes about her duties in the infirmary, but avoids the kitchen at all costs. As her fast draws to an end, she begins to make other ritualistic preperations and spends a good deal of time in prayer.
As Henrik recovers from his wounds, the two can be seen discussing the coming ritual and preparing the altar.
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Post by Pedantry INC on Feb 12, 2013 22:56:41 GMT -5
Evalynn manages to take some time in the temple once more, following up on the cooking session held by several visitors as well as faithful by giving the cooks a hand processing all the chopped and cleaned vegetables.
The next day she spends some time in the infirmary, applying mundane, but proficient applications of healing and remedies to the sick and injured, taking time to sit and listen to the stories of those that wish to tell of their woes, hopes, and to offer comfort to those that seem downtrodden by their afflictions.
In the evening she holds an open prayer vigil in the chapel, speaking of Ilmater's Dogma and the Hope and Mercy offered to all that seek shelter, praising the martyrs that endure through their suffering for the sake of others, and those that take stand against tyrants.
Early in the morning she emerges from her room with a stack of fliers and spends some time speaking to individuals come in for food about their interest in work for pay, should they be willing to travel to see her fliers delivered and posted. That finished, she bids the staff well, and mercy unto the various gathered good people, and departs once more, likely to be gone another tenday or more on her regular patrols.
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Post by Pedantry INC on Feb 28, 2013 18:21:33 GMT -5
Evalynn once more spends a few days in the temple, helping with cooking, tending to the sick and injured, as well as holding sermons several times a day.
On the third day she spends a great deal of time over the altar preparing several wands to be imbued with blessings. Focused on her work she bids those that come with query to seek her when she has completed her work, as she can afford little interruption.
She carves the wands and wraps loose red ribbon around them, using a small amount of gold to cap each end and hold the ribbons into place. Into the gold she etches a small symbol, likely denoting the wands use.
Finally over the altar she calls upon the blessings of the crying god, once, then a second, the wands each in turn taking on a holy glow. The effort seeming successful elicits a small smile from Evalynn, though anyone watching would be able to see that the process takes a fair bit out of her, leaving her looking wane and exhausted, an ill pallor to her cheeks.
She tidies up slowly before departing into the clergies quarters and there remains in silence.
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Post by offduty on Mar 1, 2013 0:04:28 GMT -5
A very troubled looking Lynn walks into the house, stopping she looks at the Alter for a long time before she kneels and prays. The only thing that can be heard is "Oh crying god please give me strength". She then stands and walks to the kitchen to start her daily chores.
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Post by dazza555 on Mar 1, 2013 6:19:32 GMT -5
Grantin enters the building quietly, he is dressed in his casual attire. His armour and weapons neatly wrapped up and bundled into his pack. He takes care not to present an intimidating appearance and not to disturb the healers as they rush to provide care, or the patients as they fight to stay alive.
Uncertain what to do with himself, thinking he may do more damage than good. Grant sits on one of the pews, dumping his pack beside him. He stares at the statue of the crying God while idly fumbling with the symbol of bahamut he keeps around his neck.
Rushing healers may ask if he's alright, to which he would respond to them with a nod and a reassuring smile.
"Just waiting". He would reply ambiguously
As the healer turns to carry on, he would stop them, asking; "Can... *he hesitates*..."
"can I help in anyway? *he smiles nervously* my cooking is average at best, but I've dressed a few wounds in my time."
The healer would lead him to where he would be of most help.
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Post by offduty on Mar 1, 2013 7:26:54 GMT -5
Lynn walks out of the kitchen her eyes settling on Grant. With a smile she would ask... "may I help you?"
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Post by dazza555 on Mar 1, 2013 7:44:13 GMT -5
Grant looks to her a moment... His eyes setting on the thin translucent scales on her skin. He stares quietly before he looks away, embarrassed...
"forgive me, you are Henrik's wife, aren't you?"
His eyes turn back to her.
"Yes, I believe there is something you can help me with, it is something only one such as yourself may understand. For you see..."
*he lowers his voice*
"...I dream of dragons."
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Post by offduty on Mar 1, 2013 19:05:49 GMT -5
*Her smile reaches her golden red eyes*
Yes I am Lynn Dove, Henriks wife, and I believe I can help you if you wish to come sit down and talk.
*She motions to the pews*
// You can find her at the house of healing almost any time Lynn is logged in. Send me a message and we can rp this all in game if you like.
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Post by offduty on Mar 2, 2013 12:39:49 GMT -5
After speaking with Grant, Lynn went to work making oils, singing as she worked. She had finally found someone of her faith that shared her bloodline. Had she really found someone who might stay around that she could be friends with, that understood her, understood her faith in Bahamut, that she could share her rituals with? Was she really going to have a friend and a reason to stay, besides her loving husband whom she loved dearly? She looked over at her sleeping husband smiling. Kissing him on the cheek as she drifted into a peaceful sleep. Yes maybe things are changing for them.
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Post by Hellwalker on Mar 3, 2013 10:17:37 GMT -5
From time to time over the next few days, a man adorned in leather armor and cowled in a purple cloak, hood pulled low over a face further concealed by a dark metal mask in the likeness of a featureless human face appears at the House of Healing. There he stands at attention in a corner, well out of the way of the priests and patrons for hours on end, and judging by the way his dark eyes scan the interior it's safe to assume he appears to be waiting for someone, or something, though he makes no move to ask any of the people present anything, watching in silence.
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Post by dazza555 on Mar 3, 2013 12:52:26 GMT -5
With a mind full of reassuring thoughts, Grant dons his flamboyant hat, thanks everyone for their hospitality, and gives the happy couple a lingering glance before he turns to leave.
Though he was content, he couldn't help but feel melancholic. As if this would not last, as if this were a mere illusion...
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Post by Pedantry INC on Mar 3, 2013 13:54:49 GMT -5
Evalynn returns to the house of healing for a time, speaking quietly to a gathering of the staff for a time, the topic to any that over hears, being the needs of the northern city of Arabel.
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Post by breadandcircuses on Mar 3, 2013 13:57:15 GMT -5
A sell-sword looking fellow in a set of steel armor and a green and blue cloak shows up long enough to leave a message for Henrik. It's tied with a red messengers ribbon.
"This is for the priest Henrik," he says to the keeper "Please see it to him, thankyou."
He also takes a moment to size up many of the poor within the alms house, seemingly regarding their physicality, in a calculating manner, but leaves almost as soon as he arrived.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Mar 3, 2013 17:16:10 GMT -5
Emerging from rooms somewhere deep in the House, Henrik looms over the altar for a time, cleaning and polishing before someone hands him the message. He thanks them with a cheerful smile.
Sitting on a pew, he reads it carefully. "Hmm, I see."
Wandering off with a thoughtful expression, he strolls high up into the building to an office to formulate a reply.
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Post by Fleur de la chevalerie on Mar 7, 2013 8:44:56 GMT -5
A tall, brown-haired, and grey-robed human busies himself tidying up around the temple, offering kind words to the ailing, and throwing himself into any other task that needs doing with cheerful enthusiasm. He seeks out conversation with the other regulars, such as Squire Lynn, Templar and Adorned Painbearer Evalynn Rosewater, and especially Brother Henrik.Much of his conversation revolves around Arabel, and the reconstruction efforts.
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Post by offduty on Mar 9, 2013 3:51:56 GMT -5
Lynn walks in the doors removing her hood and cloak draping them over the pew in her normal manner. Turning she smiles to the man in the brown robes and rushing off to the kitchen to the kitchen for tea. As she returns she smiles.
"Hello I'm Lynn Dove. How may I help you?" Taking a sip of tea, her golden-red eyes scanning him up and down for injuries.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Mar 13, 2013 13:47:12 GMT -5
After two days of absense. Henrik looms through the doorway in a restrained fury, slamming it behind him. The usually-gentle priest stalks with stiff anger into the clergy quarters for some time before emerging with a note, his annoyance cooling slightly, he asks someone to deliver it to the temple of Sune.
Gathering his cloak and hood, the healer picks up his staff and mutters to Adolina "I am going out to help people with real problems" before offering Ilmater's blessings and heading out.
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Post by Spirit of a Phoenix on Mar 13, 2013 19:40:31 GMT -5
A beautiful, young, blonde woman can be seen slowly making her way into the healing house. As she enters her lively blue eyes drift around the room taking in all to be seen. Not long after she makes her way over towards the counter of the kitchen with a defined grace in her movement.
She catches the attention of one of the workers behind the counter with a bright, white smile as she offers the worker a sealed letter. The young blonde would lean forward over the counter and whispers softly into the worker's ear.
"If you would be so kind as to do me a favor, could you please deliver this message to Henrik?"
After a moment of awaiting the response, the blonde woman would once again smile in appreciation.
"Thank you kindly, I really appreciate it".
And with that, the woman twirls around and makes her way out the door.
//PM sent
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Mar 13, 2013 20:08:47 GMT -5
Henrik recieves the message when he returns to the House the next morning. Over a piece of bread and butter, he reads it. Finishing the slice he drops his head to the table and smacks his forehead into it with a groan several times. His streaky hair falling over his face.
He apologizes to Ilmater before taking the note out, telling others he is headed to drop it off at the temple of Defenders.
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Post by Fleur de la chevalerie on Mar 13, 2013 21:35:50 GMT -5
The grey-robed man with dark brown hair smiles to Lynn and says "Well met to thee, Madam Lynn. We hath met once prior, in Greatgaunt though tis sartin there was much going on.I am Squire Lionel Bresbane, the Companion of the Noble Heart of Ilmater. I simply sought to come here and offer mine aid."
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Post by Pedantry INC on Mar 15, 2013 2:24:33 GMT -5
Evalynn makes brief visits approximately once a ten-day, in which she tithes, prays, helps in the kitchen, infirmary, and takes the time to offer an evening sermon to the good people at the house. The next morning she is always swift again to depart, the burden of her duty driving her ever onwards with little rest. // Having lots of troubles with my kidneystones and haven't been able to play - surgury next week so maybe will see folks in game after that  Have fun!! |
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Post by offduty on Mar 15, 2013 18:34:19 GMT -5
*Smiles* How forgetful of me of course. If you have a strong back and are truly willing to help there are some crates I could use some help with getting into the kitchen. *Turning she points at the large crates by the door* I'll take one side and you the other?
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Post by breadandcircuses on Mar 18, 2013 10:50:41 GMT -5
The mercenary looking fellow shows up again, dropping off another message with the red ribbon tied around it to whoever seems most appropriate. It is again addressed to Henrik, and he is again very urbane and short in his greeting to the attendant.
There's a clink of coin in the tithe plate before he turns to go, humming half to himself.
// If anyone else wants to peak at the letter send me a PM please.
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abby
Old School
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Post by abby on Mar 18, 2013 18:34:03 GMT -5
Abby eyeballs the tithe plate and grumbles.
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Post by Fleur de la chevalerie on Mar 18, 2013 22:53:36 GMT -5
OOC:From two posts prior
The man called Lionel smiles at Lynn. "But of course,most happy to be of aid. Pray tell me, have thee heard the latest news on this declaration of war? What do thee think the House shall do?" He seems to have no trouble lifting his side of the box, taking her instructions on where to place it, and subsequently helping with the rest.
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Post by offduty on Mar 19, 2013 8:03:19 GMT -5
Well Lionel I'm hoping the house will do fine of course. We are now well stocked and ready. I'm just hoping we are preparing for nothing. That's what's in all these crates. Food stores, bandages, other medical supplies my husband might need. With everything else going on I figured I better take care of it early so we are not left empty handed. I would feel better if we had more protection, but we will make due with what we have.
*Smiling after the crates are all moved into storage* Would you like some tea and cookies? I just finished baking them myself.
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Post by Fleur de la chevalerie on Mar 19, 2013 15:59:10 GMT -5
"Tis most excellent to know thee are well-provisioned. I of course extend mine aid in both battle and peace with whatever tasks the House has need of. Consider mine shield at the disposal of all herein should this glorious city face another attack." He then smiles warmly at her offer of refreshment. "I should love some tea, thank you. Most kindly offered. Pray, could thee tell me more of thyself, and of thy husband?"
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Post by offduty on Mar 20, 2013 11:04:07 GMT -5
*Sips on her Tea and smiles* Mine is a long story, and I'm sure a very boring one to one such as yourself. So to sum it up....... As I'm sure you can tell I am not from around here. *Her skin dark covered with small red scales. Her eyes Golden-red in color. Long black hair cascading in large curls down her back. The white of her furs making her skin stand out even more in contrast. Standing at just 5'6" her frame small and delicate looking.* I came here a year ago from a town in the desert called Calimport. I grew up learning everything I could about traps, and locks. You see i was in my fathers army and expected the very best from his soldiers even being his daughter he spared me no punishment. When I was seventeen I made a mistake and angered him and he did the only thing he felt he could and exiled me from the house. *Makes a motion with her hand as she sips at her tea* and here I am. Married to Henrik, A squire, and I help this house which I dearly love. *Looking over the rim of her cup as takes another sip* Before I go any further into my story perhaps you could tell me something of yourself hmm?
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Mar 20, 2013 11:18:45 GMT -5
Henrik emerges from a sidedoor to pick up a letter and reads it. He stops a moment and smiles over to his wife talking to Lionel before looking back at the letter and lifting both eyebrows.
"Well..." Henrik looks around the House. "Any artisans, laborers or cooks of sound mind and body seeking work, come and talk to me soon. I can direct you to a fellow who needs you....other than this, I am for the storeroom, war declared and all that..."
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abby
Old School
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Post by abby on Mar 21, 2013 15:19:50 GMT -5
Sister Abby leaves word that she'll be performing an annointing ritual tonight in the forest not far from Great Gaunt. While no one need come, the Ilmateri are invited.
The ceremony is not terribly uncommon among Ilmateri, however like any holy ritual of the faith, it is a chance for the faithful to gather and feel the presence of the Crying God among their bretherin.
Sister Abigail is known to mix quite a bit of the Heavenly tongue into her sermons, and tends to perform inner-faith rituals almost exclusivly in Celestial. Among many of the faith, it is considered the most pure language to use for prayer. Some of the bretherin who wish to come may want to stand next to someone of the cloth who can translate if they don't speak Celestial themselves.
((OOC: My normal log in time is 9:30pm Pacific (its 1:20pm now here). I will attempt to come on in the day so Henrik can be there, but thats unlikley.
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Have fun!!