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Post by koffie on Nov 1, 2020 15:47:07 GMT -5
Siphanien looks up to Padrin, shaking her head slightly
I am sorry. the soul might not be willing, or, is not able to return.... we should perform the proper rites for her.
Do you know to whom she prayed?
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Post by DM Grizwald on Nov 2, 2020 11:10:11 GMT -5
*looking pained and frustrated, Padrin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath*
"I do not." He replies. "Let's preform the last rites as best we can."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2020 8:59:24 GMT -5
*Davice can barely walk, his bags are so overstuffed. He drops them on the floor.*
"Well Henrik, Siph, the homeless will have a feast today. It was the largest turkey you ever saw that attacked Greatgaunt."
*Grins and wipes his hands as he walks out.*
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Nov 26, 2020 10:09:39 GMT -5
*Davice can barely walk, his bags are so overstuffed. He drops them on the floor.* "Well Henrik, Siph, the homeless will have a feast today. It was the largest turkey you ever saw that attacked Greatgaunt." *Grins and wipes his hands as he walks out.* Henrik stares at his brother in disbelief "Oh good Lord, I hope no one suffered any injuries...other than the turkey" The priest gazes dubiously at the huge bird, rolling up his sleeves "Plucking time, Eustace get the ovens going - this might take a while!" |
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Post by koffie on Nov 26, 2020 11:51:58 GMT -5
Siphanien rolls up her sleeves and starts helping with the plucking and the preparing
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Post by hexweasel on Nov 27, 2020 12:40:16 GMT -5
*A professional looking letter with a deliberate script seeming like type more than handwritten*
Dear Henrik or Henrik's secretary,
I was discussing ways of serving the community when Davice Shieldheart insisted that I bring my ideas to you at once. Some number in your care are destitute and starving unable to offer payment for your care and once healed forced back out on the streets into the same conditions that led them to require your services. I would be honored to initiate a "Workers Educational Employment Program" to help them find gainful employment after being tended to by your staff. I would like a way to help those in need while providing valuable community service to Cormyr. Imagine a poor person who has lost a limb due to an accident and is no longer desired to serve as a laborer, the W.E.E.P program could train him to use his remaining hand to sweep debris, or even offer a prosthetic limb with a broom attachment so he may even be a better sweeper than a non-augmented one.
In addition to the W.E.E.P program I am willing to negotiate a ten percent discount off the base price of your healing supplies or care packages. Ten percent more people healed, ten percent more lives saved. Thank you for your time.
Suffering in his name,
Skira Onolath
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Nov 28, 2020 15:31:10 GMT -5
*A professional looking letter with a deliberate script seeming like type more than handwritten* Dear Henrik or Henrik's secretary, I was discussing ways of serving the community when Davice Shieldheart insisted that I bring my ideas to you at once. Some number in your care are destitute and starving unable to offer payment for your care and once healed forced back out on the streets into the same conditions that led them to require your services. I would be honored to initiate a "Workers Educational Employment Program" to help them find gainful employment after being tended to by your staff. I would like a way to help those in need while providing valuable community service to Cormyr. Imagine a poor person who has lost a limb due to an accident and is no longer desired to serve as a laborer, the W.E.E.P program could train him to use his remaining hand to sweep debris, or even offer a prosthetic limb with a broom attachment so he may even be a better sweeper than a non-augmented one. In addition to the W.E.E.P program I am willing to negotiate a ten percent discount off the base price of your healing supplies or care packages. Ten percent more people healed, ten percent more lives saved. Thank you for your time. Suffering in his name, Skira Onolath Henrik opens the letter and reads "Dear Henrik..or secretary? Secretary?" He laughs, tickled by the idea "No, no secretary" The healer sits down to his desk, reading further...his expression going through multiple emotions. "Hmm" He picks up his quill and writes in his doctorly scrawl... "Warm greetings to you, Skira Onlath
I have just read your letter, thank you for taking the time to kindly think of us - it is a credit to your character that you wish to aid those without work back into employment.
As you know, the Church of Ilmater is a charity run on donations, our healers work for those in need and do not ask for reward or payment but do accept the generous gifts of those willing and able to provide. Our patrons are from all walks of life, faiths and backgrounds and the gifts vary from acts of charity to substantial donations of materials, supplies, clothing, blankets, equipment and food.
A large part of our clergy do not carry money or accumulate wealth, this is a sacred vow made to our Lord which has many reasons behind it both religious and practical.
We do not allow jobs to be posted in the House due to a previous experience some years ago now (and it is a sanctuary-shrine hospital so our primary focus is faith and the well-being of the patients) but a board might be placed outside in the city if authorities agree? We can direct anyone seeking work to seek you out for further details about your project and those individuals can make the decision once fully-informed.
Your prosthetic limb idea has merit, it's something I've actually been considering recently but most of the patients I see with limb loss do prefer to have the limb regrown if possible(you are welcome to stop by sometime and see the process for yourself, it's fascinating!) Magical prosthetics do exist but are wildly expensive and only used in cases where the patient's lost limb cannot be regenerated. All artificial limbs take time to learn to use, I have seen both mundane and magical versions created to be used in inventive and clever ways, I don't think I've seen a broom attachment but in this world it is bound to exist.
Should you choose to go ahead with your idea, please let me know. I will fully support your plan if it leads to the jobs, good conditions and fair wages those in need will seek.
The Lord bless you, please do come and see me anytime if you wish to talk more about this matter. I would be delighted to meet you to discuss it.
Kind regards,
Henrik
Chaplain of The Triadic Order of the Divine Resurrection
Senior Adorned, Houses of Healing Doctrine (Suzail)"The letter is left in a new addition to the House, a homemade wall unit of pigeon holes that slants. The sealed letter is in the hole marked "For delivery". An acolyte is heard to murmur that his faith is growing stronger "because it's a miracle that thing is still on the wall and hasn't crashed to the floor" |
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 13, 2020 13:46:24 GMT -5
A hooded female figure walks into the House of healing carrying an unconscious and badly injured Aella. If a nurse where to try and look under the hood, they'd come to see a pair of ruby red irises and a few strands of snow white hair resting on ebony skin. In a calm and quiet voice the woman speaks. "Do not scream or be alarmed. I know seeing something of my kind is unnatural, but this woman needs aid I cannot provide her. Is there a place I may set her down? I'd rather not overstay my welcome, if you know what I mean." She asked while her hood shuffled a bit when she looked around the area.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Dec 13, 2020 13:52:13 GMT -5
A hooded female figure walks into the House of healing carrying an unconscious and badly injured Aella. If a nurse where to try and look under the hood, they'd come to see a pair of ruby red irises and a few strands of snow white hair resting on ebony skin. In a calm and quiet voice the woman speaks. "Do not scream or be alarmed. I know seeing something of my kind is unnatural, but this woman needs aid I cannot provide her. Is there a place I may set her down? I'd rather not overstay my welcome, if you know what I mean." She asked while her hood shuffled a bit when she looked around the area. Passing by, Henrik glimpses her and Aellia and nods to the nurse calmly "I'll look after her..bring her this way please" He speaks politely and quietly to the hooded female "Do not worry you are safe here, will you need any help getting out of here when you wish to leave?" He assists her and Aellia to the back of the infirmary to a quieter spot. |
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 13, 2020 14:06:00 GMT -5
A hooded female figure walks into the House of healing carrying an unconscious and badly injured Aella. If a nurse where to try and look under the hood, they'd come to see a pair of ruby red irises and a few strands of snow white hair resting on ebony skin. In a calm and quiet voice the woman speaks. "Do not scream or be alarmed. I know seeing something of my kind is unnatural, but this woman needs aid I cannot provide her. Is there a place I may set her down? I'd rather not overstay my welcome, if you know what I mean." She asked while her hood shuffled a bit when she looked around the area. Passing by, Henrik glimpses her and Aellia and nods to the nurse calmly "I'll look after her..bring her this way please" He speaks politely and quietly to the hooded female "Do not worry you are safe here, will you need any help getting out of here when you wish to leave?" He assists her and Aellia to the back of the infirmary to a quieter spot. A soft chuckle comes from the woman as she lays Aella in a bed once they reached the back of the infermary. "I'll have no trouble getting out of the city. After all, I managed to get my niece here from the Bramble Woods without trouble. But thank you for the concern." A faint smile is shown to Henrik before the woman stands back up. "It's refreshing to know she'll be in good hands here." |
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Dec 13, 2020 14:55:28 GMT -5
Passing by, Henrik glimpses her and Aellia and nods to the nurse calmly "I'll look after her..bring her this way please" He speaks politely and quietly to the hooded female "Do not worry you are safe here, will you need any help getting out of here when you wish to leave?" He assists her and Aellia to the back of the infirmary to a quieter spot. A soft chuckle comes from the woman as she lays Aella in a bed once they reached the back of the infermary. "I'll have no trouble getting out of the city. After all, I managed to get my niece here from the Bramble Woods without trouble. But thank you for the concern." A faint smile is shown to Henrik before the woman stands back up. "It's refreshing to know she'll be in good hands here." "You're her aunt? Very interesting" Henrik nods and looks over Aellia "What exactly happened? Anything you can tell me will be a great help" He begins assessing her condition. |
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 13, 2020 16:02:10 GMT -5
The woman smirks a bit. "Not officially but I see her like a niece. Anyway, I can't say what happened as I'm still trying to process it but I can say that injury wise, Aella has four broken ribs, a fractured skull, and her left arm is broken. She's also got some lacerations around her abdomen, chest and an injury on her back where the tigers eye of her tattoo is." she explained while point out the injuries to Henrik.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Dec 14, 2020 5:52:17 GMT -5
The woman smirks a bit. "Not officially but I see her like a niece. Anyway, I can't say what happened as I'm still trying to process it but I can say that injury wise, Aella has four broken ribs, a fractured skull, and her left arm is broken. She's also got some lacerations around her abdomen, chest and an injury on her back where the tigers eye of her tattoo is." she explained while point out the injuries to Henrik. Henrik pauses and nods "Sometimes, our real family is who we choose" He follows what she is showing him carefully and begins to make a space beside the bed for bandages, water and herbal components in pots "Ilmater willing, she will be fine..I'll begin with healing the breaks and fractures first, the surface wounds will need some treatment to support her natural healing abilities as a monk..if you wish to stay you're welcome to, I'm sure she'd be comfortable with seeing a friendly face when she is awake" He works steadily on Aellia and his years of skill and experience are clear. It is almost like watching a dance; his hands move in fluid, practised rituals, channelling and directing the power of his God as he utters prayers and applies treatments precisely. By the time he is done, Aellia's injuries are clean, serious breaks and fractures are dealt with and she lays bandaged and made as comfortable as possible. |
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 14, 2020 7:44:45 GMT -5
The woman stood by and watched as Henrik worked. She didn't say anything but it was clear to see her concern for the monk on her face. There was even a sign of some shock at how friendly Henrik was being. Perhaps years of her kind being seen as some scourge to surfacers gave her the impression she'd have to be disguised in order to move around on the surface.
Never the less, the hooded woman was relieved to see the physical injuries taken care of. She placed a gloved hand on Aellas forehead for a moment and softly smiled. "Thank you Henrik. I'm sure when she wakes up she'll be more than happy to be here among the living."
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Dec 14, 2020 10:30:33 GMT -5
The woman stood by and watched as Henrik worked. She didn't say anything but it was clear to see her concern for the monk on her face. There was even a sign of some shock at how friendly Henrik was being. Perhaps years of her kind being seen as some scourge to surfacers gave her the impression she'd have to be disguised in order to move around on the surface. Never the less, the hooded woman was relieved to see the physical injuries taken care of. She placed a gloved hand on Aellas forehead for a moment and softly smiled. "Thank you Henrik. I'm sure when she wakes up she'll be more than happy to be here among the living." Henrik moves around quietly clearing up and nods to her "You did the right thing bringing her here, to do the right thing when it comes at great risk to yourself speaks well of your spirit and intentions" He speaks gently "I have met your kind before, usually it did not go well....but a rare meeting with a faithful of Eilistraee taught me much" He shows a small smile as he pours water into a jug and leaves two mugs for both her and Aellia "I will be nearby, I will speak to the sister you encountered on the way in, she will attend if I am called off and I'll ask her to keep others away until you have left, you should be undisturbed but if you do encounter anyone else then tell them to speak to me" |
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 14, 2020 10:50:51 GMT -5
The woman silently nods then takes a seat near Aellas bed and keeps a silent watch over her.
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 16, 2020 13:09:48 GMT -5
The next time the doors to the House of Healing are opened, a Black Cat with a purple color is seen darting in and racing straight to where Aella still is. The cat climbs up and curls into a ball on Aellas chest.
If someone were to attempt to remove the cat, it would either wiggle and squirm to get free or swipe at the hands reaching towards it. Regardless, the cat would not be leaving the monk.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Dec 16, 2020 13:10:38 GMT -5
It is late when Henrik returns to sit at the foot of his patient's bed, seeing her companion gone. He regards the comatose woman carefully as if a diagnosis has already formed in his mind as to why she has not woken up. He eyes the cat with a chuckle "I hope you will help"
He makes no attempt to remove the animal, the priest rests in a chair and opens a few pieces of correspondence addressed to him, one of them seem to trouble him to the point of frowning. He looks over the message and sighs softly "Well Aellia and cat, seems I have a lot to do..don't we all these days?"
He pens a response and writes quietly into the night as he keeps vigil.
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 18, 2020 22:54:44 GMT -5
As the days pass into nights and repeat the cycle, Aella remains asleep with the black cat still on her chest. It watches and waits, moving ever so slightly the sniff at the young monk to see if she still breaths. When it sees that she it, the cat curls back up and waits again with its eyes shut. It wasn't until a ride had nearly passed before Aella started to show signs of waking up. For now it was slight changes to her expression and some fingers twitching. But as morning light starts to shine into her part of the infirmary, the monk stirs a bit more before her amethyst eyes slowly open. The cat's ears perk up some before moving to her lap, allowing her to slowly sit up.
Aella held her head a moment as she collected her barring's then took a moment or two to look around. The cat loudly purrs in her lap, as if asking for attention and reassurance that its favorite person was alright now. With a quiet chuckle escaping her, Aella pets the cat and softly smiles a bit. "Gonna take a lot more to put me down for good Moshi. Seems I'm in the House of Healing and not some cave like I was expecting. Guess that means my injuries were a bit more serious than I intended them to get. If I'm alive then I suppose that means I did something right huh." she asked the cat while scratching his chin. "Hopefully I don't have to explain to much to the nurse or priest that tended to me...And hopefull I wasn't to much of a burden on them."
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Post by appleseedy on Dec 26, 2020 7:11:42 GMT -5
A calishite woman bounces into the temple asking for Siphanien, whether she speaks to her or not she leaves a simple message "oh tell her I'm fine" when dubiously asked who is fine..."oh its Aleena, and tell her to give me my letter back"
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Post by nemusator on Dec 26, 2020 10:31:12 GMT -5
After long procedure finaly finalized, Vrouch would thank the healer... He could see how much that means to him through his sparkly pupils above two ponds...
"Thank you..." He would say in a deep and warm voice... After bowing, he would slowly rise, turn on heels, and go towards the main door, with possibilities awaiting he never dreamed possible...
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Post by DM Foresight on Dec 26, 2020 14:17:03 GMT -5
*In the early evening of the 26th of Nightal the doors the the House of Healing in Suzail burst open. Patrons and staff are seen running out gesticulating wildly as they flee a massive cloud of thousands of locusts that entered the kitchen area thru the chimney and swarmed throughout the main area and kitchen. Many persons present suffer numerous minor stings and bites from the swarm before fleeing to safety. All plants and foodstuff found are devastated by the swarm. The staff eventually manages to successfully drive out and or eliminate the majority of the swarm although it will be a few days before all are finally gone.*
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Dec 26, 2020 14:44:05 GMT -5
*In the early evening of the 26th of Nightal the doors the the House of Healing in Suzail burst open. Patrons and staff are seen running out gesticulating wildly as they flee a massive cloud of thousands of locusts that entered the kitchen area thru the chimney and swarmed throughout the main area and kitchen. Many persons present suffer numerous minor stings and bites from the swarm before fleeing to safety. All plants and foodstuff found are devastated by the swarm. The staff eventually manages to successfully drive out and or eliminate the majority of the swarm although it will be a few days before all are finally gone.* Returning home from a trip to Thunderstone, Henrik makes sure everyone is safe before taking an inventory with Brother Eustace of how much food they lost to the unusual occurrence. He takes great pains to reassure the young and older patients and staff before he goes into the kitchen armed with a broom, the dead locusts are swept up and he casually asks if anyone knows of a druid with birds who might like insects as extra food. Living ones are ejected from the windows with a mutter of "OUT". |
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Post by offduty on Dec 26, 2020 16:14:28 GMT -5
Sleepy eyed Lynn goes to the kitchen for a hot cup of tea. Looking around at the swarm she shakes her head and uses her wings to help Henrik shoo the pesky creatures out the windows. Breathing fire on her cup to heat her tea she gets a mischievous look in her eyes.
"Henrik I can get rid of them really fast."
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Dec 27, 2020 5:39:41 GMT -5
Sleepy eyed Lynn goes to the kitchen for a hot cup of tea. Looking around at the swarm she shakes her head and uses her wings to help Henrik shoo the pesky creatures out the windows. Breathing fire on her cup to heat her tea she gets a mischievous look in her eyes. "Henrik I can get rid of them really fast." Henrik manages a chuckle "I remember being offered deep fried insects in your homeland...not sure Cormyr would go for fried locusts!" He shoulders his broom with a smile "I have to wonder if anyone else has suffered an infestation like this though, I might ask the farmers outside the walls if they have had a problem" |
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Post by offduty on Dec 27, 2020 15:40:31 GMT -5
Lynn smiles over her cup of tea at Henrik. "Deep fried insects are good. Though I think your right. I doubt Cormyr would like fried locusts." Plucks one out of her tea. "No no no, Lynn tea is to strong for you little one." She tosses the insect out the window. Looking down at her cup then back up at Henrik. "Think it's time for a fresh cup. Would you like me to make you a cup sweetheart? Locust not included of course." She goes about making a fresh cup of tea.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Dec 28, 2020 5:24:46 GMT -5
Lynn smiles over her cup of tea at Henrik. "Deep fried insects are good. Though I think your right. I doubt Cormyr would like fried locusts." Plucks one out of her tea. "No no no, Lynn tea is to strong for you little one." She tosses the insect out the window. Looking down at her cup then back up at Henrik. "Think it's time for a fresh cup. Would you like me to make you a cup sweetheart? Locust not included of course." She goes about making a fresh cup of tea. "That's a wonderful idea, thank you my dear! A little break to restore us and then back to it" Henrik clears space at the refectory tables and gestures for others to take a rest as well "Kind of reminds me of the red beetle infestation we had one year when I was a child, couldn't move for them - they were smaller than this too - that's the one good thing I guess at least these are big enough to move and they don't clamp to the side of surfaces like barnacles" He pauses to pick one off an acolyte's shoulder. |
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Post by hexweasel on Jan 1, 2021 17:06:35 GMT -5
 *Gliding from patient to patient with a serene smile Skira makes sure to spend a moment touching each patient like an angel of mercy (with her gloves on) making sure each one is fed and well kept. Only after they have been tended to does she tell each one* Should you be at all in need of a job or perhaps a part time job to supplement your income please consider my "Workers Educational Employment Program" Where we can help you to help yourself. The W.E.E.P program is tailor made to help the destitute people of Cormyr to find meaningful employment in these dire and cold times. I am Suffering in His Name. *Meanwhile Lara stands in a corner with her hand on the handle of her blade in case a poor person touches Skira unwantedly* |
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Post by appleseedy on Jan 1, 2021 19:31:54 GMT -5
*a calishite woman enter the house of healing asking after Henrik, perhaps she speaks to him perhaps she leaves a message?* "Henrik / my name is Aleena, I have some information for you about the locust swarm. Need to meet up with you whenever you can, can reach me at house of the dancing lady or the wailing wheel inn." Defunct Fiddlesticks |
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jan 2, 2021 6:01:40 GMT -5
*a calishite woman enter the house of healing asking after Henrik, perhaps she speaks to him perhaps she leaves a message?* "Henrik / my name is Aleena, I have some information for you about the locust swarm. Need to meet up with you whenever you can, can reach me at house of the dancing lady or the wailing wheel inn." Defunct FiddlesticksHenrik reads the message with a heart-sinking expression. "Great" He is heard to mutter as he picks up his staff and heads out to the Wheel "Just great..." |
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