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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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Post by Masterbard Alyster Darkharp on May 1, 2023 17:56:40 GMT -5
For the second time in nearly as few days, Alyster enters the House of Healing, this time of his own power and as whole as he can be. He takes time to offer prayers to Illmater for his healing and continued health, and he also prays for a friend. The prayer goes on for much longer than the halfling typically stays for when he visits the shrine. Afterwords he leaves word with the acolytes that he needs to speak with Father Henrik on a very important matter of the health of a friend. He imparts upon them that there is some sense of urgency, before leaving a letter with them and departing.
Father Henrik,
I wanted to thank you again for your assistance with my injury, and knowing that helping to heal others is what makes you, yourself complete, I have a thing to ask of you. I would like for you to call upon me at the Suzail Apartments, second floor, House of Harp & Dragon, at your earliest convenience so that we can talk about possible options for improving a friends situation. I feel that this is a matter with which I would trust few others.
Alyster Darkharp
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Post by Fiddlesticks on May 7, 2023 15:45:09 GMT -5
Henrik wandered into the House with a pleasant smile on his face, looking spiritually lifted.
He underwent his evening devotions at the shrine, adding an extra name to his prayers, ate a supper of vegetable soup and laughed merrily at the jokes being bandied about the refectory tables. Hymns were sung, candle lit and rounds met with enthusiasm.
And when it was night he went up, whistling as he took the stairs two at a time.
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Post by DM Grizwald on May 31, 2023 10:08:01 GMT -5
*An Alizarin messenger arrives at the House of Healing in Suzail to delivery beautiful letter written in beautiful calligraphy and smelling of lavender and rose water.*
To the caregivers and visitors of the House of Healing,
We optimistically anticipate this day finds you well and your inhabitants blessed. On behalf of the Alizarin Academy, we wish to inform you of a significant donation to your establishment. Though, first we wish to extend our apologies for this donation being regrettably delayed.
The extensive hoard of riches of Wyrmsage Ailren Selinfar and Mirrir Thrasvin serve no purpose on the cold tiles of the Alizarin halls and will altruistically be equally distributed to each of the following establishments: Hope’s Cradle, Suzail’s Orphanage for Young Explorers and the House of Healing.
We heartily hope this donation will aide in caring for the future of our realm.
Sincerely,
Alizarin Academy of Bardic and Arcane Lore
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Jun 1, 2023 13:09:05 GMT -5
*An Alizarin messenger arrives at the House of Healing in Suzail to delivery beautiful letter written in beautiful calligraphy and smelling of lavender and rose water.* To the caregivers and visitors of the House of Healing, We optimistically anticipate this day finds you well and your inhabitants blessed. On behalf of the Alizarin Academy, we wish to inform you of a significant donation to your establishment. Though, first we wish to extend our apologies for this donation being regrettably delayed. The extensive hoard of riches of Wyrmsage Ailren Selinfar and Mirrir Thrasvin serve no purpose on the cold tiles of the Alizarin halls and will altruistically be equally distributed to each of the following establishments: Hope’s Cradle, Suzail’s Orphanage for Young Explorers and the House of Healing. We heartily hope this donation will aide in caring for the future of our realm. Sincerely, Alizarin Academy of Bardic and Arcane Lore Upon receipt and reading of the letter, Henrik looks thoughtful and possibly a little bewildered. ""Not sure if I understand the legalities of this" He speaks softly to one of his brethren "Is it being donated because these two are sadly no longer with us...or are they going to come back and wonder where their wealth is?" |
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Jul 21, 2023 7:40:48 GMT -5
"I am so sorry" The young fledgeling healer muttered from the floor where he is laying with a pillow under his head.
"Not at all" Henrik lead the soft rebuttals of his apology from the assembled students, crouched down over him "Not everyone can have a strong stomach"
"So much blood" The novice mumbled "How do you deal with that?"
"You get used to it in time" Henrik patted his arm "Soon you'll be out tending paladins and they bleed and don't tell anyone about it"
"Got the appendix out, Henrik " A senior healer waves the offending organ with a pair of long handled tweezers "That was going to pop..phew, it's really infected.. how's the little brother doing?"
Henrik looked down at the young novice whose eyes were shut having fainted again.
"Just taking a break" He said wryly.
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Post by gambleor on Jul 21, 2023 9:33:40 GMT -5
A man donning the colors of the Triadic Order of the Divine Resurrection. He draws back his hood to reveal himself as Ignatius Palamus. He greets Henrik and they speak a little while, then he goes off to pray with the sick.
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Aug 29, 2023 16:00:27 GMT -5
Henrik arrives home, drenched, dusty and covered in cobwebs. He manages to walk upstairs into the living quarters and just drops onto his bed with a chuckle of "Dwarves".
Moments later, he is fast asleep still fully-dressed with one boot off.
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Post by Bardy Grouch, Jr. on Aug 29, 2023 19:57:46 GMT -5
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Sept 9, 2023 6:21:16 GMT -5
The large imposing figure of Griz Evenwood was framed by the morning light as he stood outside of the Obscene Ogre, he had been abscent a while, leaving his operation in the care of his loyal Lieutenant Twiggy. Griz's humanoid, but not quite human, face twisted into a smile as his laugh echoed across the docks. Surrounding him where a few mules and the usual suspects. Twiggy, The Wizard of Odds, Baby Face, Toupee and Fingers. The Wizard of Odds was arm in arm with a seemingly ten foot tall amazonian like woman with bulging muscle and black hair. Cella was hanging from Griz's arm as he cradled one of his trademark large cigars in his other hand. They where all laughing and joking, cracking wise and seemed to be in good spirits. Despite recent events, they had survived. They where still together, shy a few faces sure, and the passing of a few of their own weighed heavy on the collective heart but they had survived... a few more loose ends to tie up... but they had survived.
Griz nodded to a small gnome who turned on her heel and headed into the Ogre. Moments later she emerged, flanked by a collection of unknown individuals wearing the uniforms of the Obscene Ogres. They where carrying bundles of blankets, food, medical supplies (as best as could be purchased from the local temples), water and so on. They began to load up the mules as Griz continued to wave to the local tradesmen, offering them smiles and words of encouragement. He even took a moment to listen to the halfling thespian ( brian333 ) while the mules where loaded. Cella eventually stepped up on to Griz's feet to plant a kiss on his cheek before heading back inside, paperwork never stops. He gave her a pat on the rump as she departed before looking out across his friends with a content smile.
The mules where loaded and Griz let out a low sigh, looknig over towards Twiggy. "Well, my friend... seems we are on tha' up. Few thin's 'ave slipped in the madness, but le's get back to 'onorin' tha' old deals an' doin' right by the ones tha' do right by us. "The Father!" managed t' do right by us, an' 'e is a Cormyte War Hero. Leas' we ca' do 'is keep supplies runnin' to 'is surgery. 'e also gave a home to Rowan, lettin' tha' lad get back to fixin' people - 'is true passion. Darkharp 'as funnelled us loads o' information, le's see tha' is repayed an' 'e also did a good number in tha' Wiz an' Lolite negotiations. We saw a tricrown or two find it's way to our books... dun tell 'im that though. We dun wan' his 'ead to swell any larger 'en it is - tha' midget won't fit in 'is 'ats anymore ( Masterbard Alyster Darkharp ). Remin' me t' 'ave a word wit' Snowball as well... lad migh' o' turned traitor fer Cloudstone but 'is 'eart is in tha' right place. Reckon we can use 'im ( EDM Ninja ). Shame tha' Tanya Steel is stickin' 'er oar in mind... migh' b' nothin' to it, but she 'as a reputation o' a bloodhound. Le's not give 'er a scent. Tha' is a reason she b' one o' Crownsilver's finest ( emeraldsnowx ). Speakin' o' Crownsilvers finest... let's reach out to Haler as well. Wanna speak to 'im. Bes' to mend tha' bridge he spectacularly burned down ( lucesi ). But we ca' discuss all tha' later... times b' changin'. As Lathander woul' say... new days coming."
Twiggy nodded once, speaking a few quiet words to Griz before turning to the Street Dragons and their mules. "Righ', you work shy shirkers! Le's get steppin'! Ya know ya doin' it right when ya right foot moves 'head o' ya left foot. Le's get tha' Father paid up an' then ya can all take tha' afternoon, jus' don't waste all ya thumbs in tha' Prancin' Bull, ya nancies!". The group moved out with Twiggy's encouragement, making a slow progression through Suzail towards the House of Healing. They took a shortcut through the city core, and hung a right when able. Occasionally Twiggy would throw food from the mules to the starving, homeless and the poor. To the addicts he thumbed a few coins and spoke: "Get yaself to tha' Ogre! Tell 'em Twig sent ya, true purple blooded Cormyte's drink free! We look af'er our own before tha' foreigner!".
Arriving at the House of Healing, Twiggy pulled the group to a stop. "Get 'em mules lined up off to tha' side, dun block the door! You, you and you *He pointed as speaking* Stan' at the end o' the entrances to this street an' hold people up fer a minute while we ge' unloaded. Dun wan this unloading turnin' into a Sharessan's temple!". Once the instructions where followed, Twiggy assigned the job of unloading and taking the supplies inside to his cleanest looking recruits - and he perched up against a near by wall and lit a self made cigarette with a wooden match. Puffing slowly, keeping an eye on the foot traffic.
// All of the monologue and such in here can be considered public knowledge, even by those pc's mentioned.
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Sept 9, 2023 6:22:00 GMT -5
A candle in a bowl of water is set upon a pedestal and a prayer spoken near it and above it with the drawing of a holy symbol for peace upon the air.
"Sacred water flow from you, To draw them ever near,
As endless rivers run to sea, Their path to you is clear.
Unbiased love that’s true once here they’ll find, And know their journey's end.
Broken heart and soul and mind, they know you shall mend"
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Sept 9, 2023 6:43:51 GMT -5
Meanwhile "The Father" is watching the supplies coming in with a small smile to the Street Dragons. He always offers them kindness and guidance, never encouraging bad behavior or condoning wrongdoing - his opposition to that is clear - but giving them unconditional care, polite respect and attention. "The supplies are very welcome as winter will soon be upon us, we haven't had a huge amount of donations recently...all the Ilmat will be rushed off our feet soon..these will save lives" The healer says gratefully "I will tell Rowan you were here, may the mercy and kindness you give others be repaid to you in kind, the Lord watches and he sees you" >> DM Betelgeuse |
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Sept 9, 2023 6:56:08 GMT -5
One of the Street Dragons nods and offers forth a letter to Henrik, nods and then departs.
//PM Sent
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Post by allthekingsmen on Sept 9, 2023 12:50:15 GMT -5
The yellow robed Monk walks into the House of Healing for the first time. He uses the key he was given to open the door to a room with a bed. After a period of meditation, he wanders the house, offering a smile and words of encouragement to the sick and infirmed.
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Post by Sioladuil on Sept 9, 2023 13:34:01 GMT -5
The usual figure of Ander Brightwood, the Sunite paladin, has been absent from the House of Healing as late. Before his absence he was seen briefing a few of the novice healers on his patients.
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Post by allthekingsmen on Sept 10, 2023 19:39:48 GMT -5
Gordion is seen reading stories to a few of the patients who have lost their sight, either permanently or temporarily. He assists in cleaning and every so often makes his rounds around the house to check the grounds for anything out of place.
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Post by demolicious on Sept 24, 2023 8:18:27 GMT -5
Recently, a young, copper-haired woman was seen visiting the house of healing, struggling to drag a heavy flail behind her. She met with priest Henrik and the two proceeded to engage in extended conversation before the shrine. At times, the woman's tone appeared to flare in agitation, though she quickly restrained herself, appearing embarrassed at such outbursts. Afterwards, she was escorted by Henrik to the temple of Sune. Since then, she has appeared somewhat regularly at the house of healing, to offer assistance in whatever ways possible when looking after the poor and downtrodden. Mostly, she seems to follow after priest Henrik, or anyone else instructing her on what to do, like a lost puppy, jumping to any task with almost desperate eagerness, doing her best to never cease smiling. The flail she's always struggling to drag along behind her, also appears to have wooden corks stuck on the spikes and wrapped in an old cloak. Fiddlesticks |
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Post by darthweasel on Feb 24, 2024 16:22:04 GMT -5
As of recent, though dressed fairly modest by at least her standards, a certain Half-elven Sunite from across the street has been making her way over and offering her aid. Drawing Talona's influence (read disease) away from folk seems to be her specialty.
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Post by DM Grizwald on Mar 28, 2024 17:53:53 GMT -5
A tall dwarf enters the House of Healing and approaches one of the volunteers at the soup kitchen counter.
"Me got 'o letter 'ere fer one 'o ye priests if'n ye dunnae mind passin' it on?"
He leaves the letter to the trusted individual and leaves some coin in the tithe plate as well before exiting the premises.
The letter reads:
To the fine healers of the House of Healing,
We followers of Dugmaren Brightmantle are always in search of new tales or information that might be of use to better those around us and our kin and a curious question was asked along my travels that I have yet to find an answer to.
Can a vampire be cured? Is it indeed possible to reverse the state of a vampire spawn?
I would very much like the chance to sit down with one of you and discuss the topic if time permits it. I am aware that the healers here are rather busy. I will be staying at the Wailing Wheel while I am in Suzail. Please leave word there if someone wishes to help me with my questions.
Bunar, Last of Clan Grairn.
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Post by Fiddlesticks on Mar 29, 2024 16:48:18 GMT -5
A tall dwarf enters the House of Healing and approaches one of the volunteers at the soup kitchen counter. "Me got 'o letter 'ere fer one 'o ye priests if'n ye dunnae mind passin' it on?" He leaves the letter to the trusted individual and leaves some coin in the tithe plate as well before exiting the premises. The letter reads: To the fine healers of the House of Healing,
We followers of Dugmaren Brightmantle are always in search of new tales or information that might be of use to better those around us and our kin and a curious question was asked along my travels that I have yet to find an answer to.
Can a vampire be cured? Is it indeed possible to reverse the state of a vampire spawn?
I would very much like the chance to sit down with one of you and discuss the topic if time permits it. I am aware that the healers here are rather busy. I will be staying at the Wailing Wheel while I am in Suzail. Please leave word there if someone wishes to help me with my questions.
Bunar, Last of Clan Grairn.A message is sent in response to the Wheel via a courier. |
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