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Post by Aoi on May 30, 2018 12:09:56 GMT -5
"Very good, i get along well, with the other squires and superiors. I get good advice so i have a direction, what i need to learn next. We can rely on eachother really. You know, things go well if you're not alone. Basically i'm ever with now Torm behind me. But we all are mortal, so we also do better with other mortal beeings around us, too."
She grined, seemed satisfied. Every now and then looking around if Henrik returns or anyone needs her attention. But she listens acrefully to him, just like a fully believing and convinced Tormite now.
"What shop is that you have? A smithy?"
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Post by Orchid on May 30, 2018 12:57:03 GMT -5
"Very good, i get along well, with the other squires and superiors. I get good advice so i have a direction, what i need to learn next. We can rely on eachother really. You know, things go well if you're not alone. Basically i'm ever with now Torm behind me. But we all are mortal, so we also do better with other mortal beeings around us, too."
She grined, seemed satisfied. Every now and then looking around if Henrik returns or anyone needs her attention. But she listens acrefully to him, just like a fully believing and convinced Tormite now.
"What shop is that you have? A smithy?"
He chuckles deeply and grins to her. "Warsmith, slightly different, I make everything. From leatherworks, to fletching, to forgework...siege weapons. Anything used for war that is made from materials without magic I make. It's part of following Anhur, which again is why we have these yearly visits as well." He recedes some in his bed(?) reclining on the wall looking a bit forlorn.
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Post by Aoi on May 30, 2018 13:35:42 GMT -5
She nods understanding so far, seems also geniunely interested.
"I see, that seems to keep you busy and travelling. As long as it's a good life for you, it's fine i guess. How do you feel now?"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on May 30, 2018 15:47:21 GMT -5
When he senses the House is calmer, Henrik goes upstairs and faceplants onto his bed.
He doesn't move for a long time.
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Post by Orchid on May 31, 2018 9:03:51 GMT -5
She nods understanding so far, seems also geniunely interested. "I see, that seems to keep you busy and travelling. As long as it's a good life for you, it's fine i guess. How do you feel now?"He shrugs some, rotates his shoulders, arms, stretches his legs a bit, goes through a long host of other, perhaps odd stretches. "Eh, stiff, which is to be expected I suppose. Aside from that pretty much doing like I normally do, i think. Can't really say off field until I go fight something again. Only way to tell for sure. Also yea, I gotta keep hunting materials, and testing new crafts, many customers seem to think the stuff I make just...i don't even know, is unlimited in supply or something."
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Post by Aoi on May 31, 2018 9:39:13 GMT -5
She nods thoughtfully. Seems she's really trying to understand.
"So your life is about mostly hunting for materials and crafting and business. Are you satisfied with it?"
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Post by PhatDorf on Jun 1, 2018 5:23:14 GMT -5
After some time passes the cowled figure nods to herself, and shrugs at some unheard voice - then makes her way to leave the House of Healing back into the city.
She leaves a tithe, and a box containing dozens of herbs and healing kits.
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Post by Orchid on Jun 1, 2018 9:14:03 GMT -5
She nods thoughtfully. Seems she's really trying to understand.
"So your life is about mostly hunting for materials and crafting and business. Are you satisfied with it?"
Jabari slumps some in thought and shrugs a bit. "Not really, but it satisfies my tenets of faith, and keeps Cutter at bay. I don't think I'll ever shake what my time with Darius wrought, but I know how to control what it left. Or at least keep it from surfacing, so I make what sacrifices I need too. I don't want to be that person again if I can avoid it."
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Post by Aoi on Jun 1, 2018 11:54:09 GMT -5
She listens and then nods, somehow understanding. "It seems reasonable to not repeat mistakes made earlier. What kind of person would you want to be? With what kind of life?"
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Post by Orchid on Jun 1, 2018 21:54:06 GMT -5
She listens and then nods, somehow understanding. "It seems reasonable to not repeat mistakes made earlier. What kind of person would you want to be? With what kind of life?"Jabari shifts some and curls up a bit, seeming a bit withdrawn now. "I wish my wife and son were still...." He trails off and just looks down silently for some time before he lays back back and idles with his food. "I..think I should just rest for a while, thank you for checking on me...can I get some more wine?" He asks sullenly, not making eye contact.
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Post by Aoi on Jun 2, 2018 3:59:09 GMT -5
She seems to sense something, rather carefully answering. "It takes time to see how you can go on. At least I think they would want you to be happy." With this she would leave the wine with him, to look after the other patients then. "If you need anything more, please tell me" Then she would let him rest.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jun 2, 2018 13:45:21 GMT -5
After meeting with two militia, Henrik seems in a more amiable mood. A Suzail guard is posted at the door under rotation for the next ten days and nights under mutual agreement.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jun 6, 2018 6:51:19 GMT -5
At the kitchen counter, Henrik is chatting with one of the women about why he didn't press charges over the tiger incident while he dishes up donated plum pudding to the parishioners.
Pausing, he looks at her as she tells him something that sounds like news or gossip.
He nods to her "Thank you for letting me know, I hope the Lady can rest in peace now."
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jun 7, 2018 4:58:56 GMT -5
After some conversations with people coming into the House, Henrik disappears into the lab at the back of the building and is making potions of healing like a machine. A note is pinned to the clerical door "Anna, need you to go to Greatgaunt as soon as possible but wait until I've given you extra supplies to take with you - H" // Aoi
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Post by Aoi on Jun 7, 2018 5:02:23 GMT -5
Anna was just wondering what the hells went on again, she missed- again. But with a stoic peace she would go to the öab, see if she can assist Herik with the potions. even if she would just prepare the ingredients. Most of all she would ask: "And....what is this all about?"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jun 7, 2018 5:21:11 GMT -5
Anna was just wondering what the hells went on again, she missed- again. But with a stoic peace she would go to the öab, see if she can assist Herik with the potions. even if she would just prepare the ingredients. Most of all she would ask: "And....what is this all about?" "Something's happening in the marshlands, refugees are fleeing from it" Henrik stands in the doorway, reeking of Blood Staunch as equipment bubbles and belches green vapors behind him - he wipes his stained fingers on a cloth "Greatgaunt, Skull Crag and High Horn are requesting healers..I need you to attend Greatgaunt, I'll attend to High Horn as soon as I can as I need to find an escort and I'll have to see what resources we have to attend Skull Crag, hopefully other churches are responding too"
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Post by Aoi on Jun 7, 2018 8:42:14 GMT -5
She listens and nods. "Understood, what exactly is happening there? Anything known why refugees flee?"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jun 7, 2018 9:19:49 GMT -5
She listens and nods. "Understood, what exactly is happening there? Anything known why refugees flee?" He shakes his head, handing her supplies "I don't know the full story yet, I'd rather admit that than guess... I suspect we'll hear about it from them. Some people will want to talk it through, others will need time"
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Post by Aoi on Jun 7, 2018 10:00:52 GMT -5
She nods and accepts the supplies. "I will go and see, what I can do."
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jun 7, 2018 11:18:50 GMT -5
She nods and accepts the supplies. "I will go and see, what I can do." Henrik nods and smiles "Our gods go with you, sister. I'll see you upon our return"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jun 18, 2018 12:31:17 GMT -5
Returning from High Horn, a tired and muddy Henrik approaches the bathroom and remains in there until he is clean.
A little later, he takes stock of his inventory.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 16, 2018 9:25:04 GMT -5
9AM
It started distantly...
Clang-Clang-Clang-Clang!
Henrik finished his prayers and looked up at an acolyte as he rose to his feet "What is that?" He gazed around the house, confused at the direction of the noise.
"I don't know, Father, it sounds like it's coming from outside..."
CLANG CLANG CLANG!
The doors opened and a harassed-looking young mother stood in the light clutching the hand of a young boy. The boy's other hand held a wooden spoon which he was striking on a metal saucepan jammed on his head. "I'm a knight!" The child declared hitting the pan.
"I'm sorry" The woman looked across at the healers helplessly "He's done it again.."
Henrik sighed and leaned towards the acolyte "Would you go and find the butter please?" He murmured as the novice nodded and hurried towards the kitchen, past a chuckling group of parishioners.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 16, 2018 13:44:40 GMT -5
11AM - The Infirmary
"Today, you will be learning about wound care and management" The healer gazed at the earnest faces of the small group of Ilmateri novices in front of him as they quietened down and paid attention.
They had been joined by two visiting students of other faiths he had taken on to teach, sure in the knowledge they would not use what he taught for nefarious purposes.
Henrik gestured to them to follow him and moved beside a man laying on a cot, bandages adorned his leg. The unwell man nodded to the group and offered a hazy smile as he received smiles and greetings.
"This fellow is Devis, he's a merchant guard who was injured protecting a caravan from orcs several days ago, he received a crossbow bolt to the upper thigh...he was delivered here today as the wound wasn't treated properly by his company despite the bolt being removed superbly!" The healer leaned over and gently removed the gauze covering the wound, revealing the stinking, infected heart of it. To the horror of the woman to his left, it was infested with several parasites. One of the students turned white and clamped a hand over his mouth "Ughh!"
"Indeed" The healer nodded and sat, picking up a thin pair of tweezers he plucked out one of the squirming grubs and held it up with cheerful, scientific curiosity while ignoring the groans from his audience "Fascinating little things, you know this particular type only eats necrotic tissue so bred correctly like medicinal leeches they can be useful...but they also carry disease so they have to be removed and-"
There was a crash behind him as the pale young man with the hand clamped to his mouth collided with a cabinet and vomited into an open drawer.
"Ah, don't feel bad. I threw up too when I encountered my first infested wound" Henrik remarked, casually checking the young man was now upright "All over the Reverend Mother's shoes...now, where was I?"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 25, 2018 14:28:34 GMT -5
Noon, The Refectory
The toothless, wizened old man was sitting patiently, putting up with Henrik's examination of his ears with a gummy grin and graciousness.
"Your hearing has improved considerably" The healer said, stepping back to smile at him "Your family must be pleased"
"Oh I 'ain't told them, Fatha" The old man's grin widened "I sit and listen to their conversa'suns without them nowin'...I've changed my will three times already!"
The priest chuckled.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Oct 1, 2018 17:10:39 GMT -5
Standing by the clerical door, Henrik watches the young Impilturan woman cleaning up the entire House floor with diligence and energy. The healer's expression is gently appreciative.
"First Anna, now Nelmyria..Cormyr is fortunate to have such impressive young Tormtars in it" He murmurs to himself, he opens the door and walks through "Blessed indeed!"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Oct 21, 2018 16:52:28 GMT -5
Entering the House with a large book under his arm, Henrik looks around at the still temple. He pulls up a chair in a spot with sunlight and sits with the book in his lap.
Briefly, he notes the silence, a weight seems to hang on him as heavy as the quiet. He picks up a drawing tool and opens the book carefully and starts to draw without any form of guidelines on the blank page, from memory alone.
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Post by Aoi on Oct 22, 2018 4:18:24 GMT -5
Anna was not informed about what Henrik is doing, again. Nor did she know who Nelmyria was anyway. Maybe it was time to catch up once again?
She did her service in the house of healing. Taking care of the patients, also those who suddenly grew quiet. She was sure, they would come if they need anything. Lately she seemed more confident in herself. Was that a good thing? Maybe she had experienced something that made her learn or confirmed her own experience in life. Outside the healer services one could see her, writing letters and reports and studying prayer books. In the end she muttered. "We didn't neglect our duty and passed the test. We're still alive, isn't that smething?"
Sometimes she wrote something down, some notes only one could see who looked at it closely. If Henrik came by, she threw a question at her mentor and brother: "Hey Henrik, where can i hold a triadic mass and a short celebration best, so i can also bring non-triadic friends there?"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Oct 22, 2018 5:30:08 GMT -5
Anna was not informed about what Henrik is doing, again. Nor did she know who Nelmyria was anyway. Maybe it was time to catch up once again? She did her service in the house of healing. Taking care of the patients, also those who suddenly grew quiet. She was sure, they would come if they need anything. Lately she seemed more confident in herself. Was that a good thing? Maybe she had experienced something that made her learn or confirmed her own experience in life. Outside the healer services one could see her, writing letters and reports and studying prayer books. In the end she muttered. "We didn't neglect our duty and passed the test. We're still alive, isn't that smething?" Sometimes she wrote something down, some notes only one could see who looked at it closely. If Henrik came by, she threw a question at her mentor and brother: "Hey Henrik, where can i hold a triadic mass and a short celebration best, so i can also bring non-triadic friends there?" Looking up from his drawing, Henrik smiles warmly at her "How about the order's temple? You could meet your friends at the gate and bring them in? Or we could arrange with Bers to hold it at the Temple of Defenders or..here, if you like, sister? We will help you gladly, forgive mmy tardiness I had an idea to start a book of anatomy and it's taken over my quiet moments and I'm awaiting a letter so I'm rather preoccupied" He rises to pull up a chair if anyone wants to sit with him "The young lady from Impiltur is someone you could invite perhaps, her name is Nelmyria and she is also Tormish, she would no doubt welcome a Tormish priestess reaching out to her" He looks at his book "I am happy to share this with you too, it is unfinished but taking you through the treatments for various common weapon injuries to anatomy is useful, you have probably seen many of these already and not seen some of the rarer ones...they can be educational in identifying the weapon that may have ended a life"
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Post by Aoi on Oct 22, 2018 6:44:56 GMT -5
"If i'm allowed to take tehm to the keep's temple, iw would do it there. After the mass we could go to the Inn to celebrate there with a little dinner. THe latest experiences made me think about "celebrating life", she explains then. "Maybe you would like to speak some words for Ilmater as i would do for Torm?"
Then she would listen to what he's doing, loook at the drawing and sits to see them in peace. "That's grand idea. It can help many if there's a book to read up about the anathomy of different folks. With different victims, differet injuries may looks different, too. If i can help, let me know."
Then she nods. "I haven't even known of her existence yet. I was rather busy with my unit, worrying about the whereabouts of two members lately. But a new face may bring alos fresh wind. What is the lady's name and where can i reach her?"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Oct 22, 2018 7:55:15 GMT -5
"If i'm allowed to take tehm to the keep's temple, iw would do it there. After the mass we could go to the Inn to celebrate there with a little dinner. THe latest experiences made me think about "celebrating life", she explains then. "Maybe you would like to speak some words for Ilmater as i would do for Torm?" Then she would listen to what he's doing, loook at the drawing and sits to see them in peace. "That's grand idea. It can help many if there's a book to read up about the anathomy of different folks. With different victims, differet injuries may looks different, too. If i can help, let me know." Then she nods. "I haven't even known of her existence yet. I was rather busy with my unit, worrying about the whereabouts of two members lately. But a new face may bring alos fresh wind. What is the lady's name and where can i reach her?" "Nelmyria? I would leave aa message at the Temple of Defenders" Henrik replies readily "I would be honored to speak at the celebration, to meet your friends too" He smiles gently "I would welcome your assistance, I tthink we can find you a standard anatomy journal like mine" He pats his ever-present medical book "Lynn and I were traveling when we found a poor soul dead by the side of the road, this one was on his body, I attempted tto call him back but his remains.. exploded..perhaps one of the strangest things I've ever seen, I have my theories on what happened but never will I discover if I was correct" He shakes his head "Sometimes, there will be mysteries"
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