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Post by Fiddlesticks on Oct 27, 2022 2:46:53 GMT -5
*Padrin slips into the infirmary trying to not make too much noise. He gently closes the door behind him and approaches Henrik.* "Fellow, does our foreign friend recover? What can I do?" *His gaze drops down to the horrid wound the patient suffered and sighs. He leans down and sniffs the air over the body before straightening out and spending a few moments longer with Henrik, keeping both the healer and the patient company.* The healer is writing something down, he looks kindly at Padrin as he passes the note to him. He remains quietly supportive and treating the patient. //PM sent |
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Oct 27, 2022 11:21:46 GMT -5
After many days under the watchful care of Henrik and his allies, Nakasr finally woke up. He spends a few days eating, drinking and recuperating as best as he can. He continues to listen to Henrik while following his instructions. He can be seen writing in a journal from time to time while sleeping on and off.
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Oct 29, 2022 8:00:11 GMT -5
Nakasr, after a long discussion with Henrik, is seen leaving the House of Healing. He walks hunched over, relying on a walking aid.
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Oct 29, 2022 14:24:01 GMT -5
Nakasr, after a long discussion with Henrik, is seen leaving the House of Healing. He walks hunched over, relying on a walking aid. After Nakasr has left, Henrik remains in solitary prayer for a time. When he rises from his knees, he looks paler and weakened but quietly focused and able to rest. The day and night, he spends conserving his energy and strength by meditating or sleeping. He eats a small evening meal and a moderately-sized supper before he retires to bed fully. |
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Oct 31, 2022 11:58:45 GMT -5
A prayer is spoken the morning following a return to the House and candles lit in the dim light of the cool day outside. "A fallen warrior lies in his God's hands, wounds healed and warmed by his grace
Lord in your mercy, smile upon Nakasr and venerate his name unto The Final Scribe
Your words are bright stars that flow from your lips and shine as lanterns of your truth
Your kindness and pity be upon those who make the greatest sacrifice for selfless love
Your honor be upon those who lay down their life for the cause of peace and duty
For faith, for love, for all."
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Post by brygun on Dec 9, 2022 2:20:18 GMT -5
One day Royal Corps Monster Hunter and priestess of Torm Xandy Pebble arrives. She requests if possible to meet with one of the senior healers regarding a research project.
((PM to arrange a time, DM could be present too))
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Dec 9, 2022 8:07:41 GMT -5
One day Royal Corps Monster Hunter and priestess of Torm Xandy Pebble arrives. She requests if possible to meet with one of the senior healers regarding a research project. ((PM to arrange a time, DM could be present too)) Henrik pokes his head out of the clerical door and spots her "Hello, can I help?" Oddly, he's carrying a mushed up bowl of pineapple. |
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Dec 19, 2022 16:49:27 GMT -5
Anyone seeking Henrik is told he is away dealing with an outbreak of Winterchill fever in a remote area and will return in a few days.
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Dec 21, 2022 15:59:03 GMT -5
The doors open and Henrik enters the House bundled up in multiple layers of wool - he immediately relaxes. "Home again!" He declares giving the inhabitants a happy smile.
After placing his bags down, he takes down his hood and opens up the pigeon hole for his messages.
He blinks when many fall out and spill on the floor "Oh Lord, right..cup of tea and to my desk, I think!"
He chuckles, picking up the bundle and his bags and staggers through the clerical door.
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Post by offduty on Dec 22, 2022 7:31:21 GMT -5
Placing a tray of cookies and two cups of tea on the corner of his desk.
"Welcome home sweetheart. Do you need help sorting through all your messages?"
Walking around the desk she leans down to kiss his cheek.
"If not, I can unpack your bags and restock your medical bag for you."
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Dec 22, 2022 10:11:47 GMT -5
Placing a tray of cookies and two cups of tea on the corner of his desk. "Welcome home sweetheart. Do you need help sorting through all your messages?" Walking around the desk she leans down to kiss his cheek. "If not, I can unpack your bags and restock your medical bag for you." Henrik greets her cheerfully with a hug and a kiss "Oh that's kind of you to offer, love but I'm almost done with the message replies.." His eyes sparkle merrily when she mentions his luggage "I would love some help with that, where I was there are interesting stones laying around close to the border, shiny ones" He grins "I thought to myself, now who do I know that likes shiny things like this?" Lynn would find a few unusual uncut semi-precious stones from the wilds in a side pocket. They're not of great value but attractive mementoes of his stay helping in the area hit by fever. |
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Post by offduty on Dec 22, 2022 11:03:50 GMT -5
Smiles as she looks over the stones. "These will look perfect over the fireplace, darling. I love them." She turns and gives Henrik another kiss. "You finish up and I'll get everything put away for you. Dinner will be done shortly, and you can tell me all about your trip. I hope the fever is gone, and you didn't lose anybody." Makes herself busy unpacking one bag and filling up the other one with bandages and other supplies he might need if called out in a hurry.
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Dec 22, 2022 11:47:56 GMT -5
Smiles as she looks over the stones. "These will look perfect over the fireplace, darling. I love them." She turns and gives Henrik another kiss. "You finish up and I'll get everything put away for you. Dinner will be done shortly, and you can tell me all about your trip. I hope the fever is gone, and you didn't lose anybody." Makes herself busy unpacking one bag and filling up the other one with bandages and other supplies he might need if called out in a hurry. Henrik nods, multitasking as he talks while he finishes writing up his report "Much easier to cure Winterchill with blessings than without, it's not so bad in big cities or places where a lot of people come through they're able to resist it, but in remote areas with one healer or none at all and unexposed people..." He sucks in a breath "Well it can get troublesome, all good now though, they're on the path to recovery..it's going to be a cold winter though..got to keep an eye on the situation" He closes his folder and smiles "I'm looking forward to dinner" |
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Post by offduty on Dec 22, 2022 12:01:24 GMT -5
"Tonight we have roast with potatoes and carrots. I hope you're hungry."
Dances off down the steps singing on her way to the kitchen.
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Feb 23, 2023 15:13:13 GMT -5
Wading through patients with his usual stoic and professional grace, Henrik pauses when he is handed two messages.
Lingering in the nearest pool of light coming from one of the clusters of candles, he reads both. Neither one seems to fill him with satisfaction, he frowns at one and the other leaves him with a bemused expression.
He is thoughtful for a moment, shrugs and tucks the messages away - heading back to work with a calm smile.
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Mar 2, 2023 14:55:07 GMT -5
The entirety of the House of Healing and shrine of Ilmater are subjected to the first of the intense twice-yearly deep cleans on the first sunny day that occurs.
The floors of the Ilmatarran hospital are scrubbed, brasses polished, stained glass cleaned and repaired. Rugs taken out to the field gates to be beaten with a joke that "we're only tough on soft furnishings"
Laundry and bedding are washed and dried on racks in the washroom and the clergy's modest dining room. It would appear Henrik had a time of it cleaning the chimney with the assistance of acolytes as he is covered in soot smudges at one point. He takes advantage of a lull in his duties to enjoy painting the woodwork and generally improving the House, putting great love and enthusiasm into making sure it is functional, immaculate - even if it is spartan - and meets the standards of the Broken One's church.
Later, he studies each of the doors and windows, taking notes.
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