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Post by offduty on Jul 11, 2013 17:29:52 GMT -5
Hurrying to help Henrik she grabs some warm blankets and wraps them around Corvus. Her voice is soft and comforting as she speaks in whispered tones.
"It's alright you're safe now and we can help you here."
Sitting a cup of hot cocoa on the table in front of him.
"Here this will help warm you up"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jul 18, 2013 17:13:41 GMT -5
Several days after Corvus has left, Henrik remains in the house. He undergoes a fast, not eating for two days, nothing passing his lips except water.
Then he undertakes two days of intensive cleaning of the entire house, floor to ceiling. Every inch of the place is meticulously scrubbed, polished and freed of any dirt or dust right down to its structure. If anything is left out of alignment, a knife, a fork or spoon, a jug or a cup, it is carefully placed into symmetry with its fellows.
Objects take on an ordered look. If they are moved in any way, a passing hand from Henrik places them back in their position.
On the fifth day, he spends the entire day in meditation, praying before the altar.
On the sixth day, he goes out and when he returns he is in sanctuary. He seems satisfied about something and returns to his duties in the House.
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Post by Razgriz on Jul 29, 2013 23:13:06 GMT -5
*Holance arrives to the house, he looks rather worried and troubled. The knight knocks on the door several times and says these words*
Henrik! Please come with me, someone in Greatgaunt needs help. The Bonemaster did something to him I don't know...just hurry! and prepare Mercy, we are riding to Greatgaunt tonight.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jul 30, 2013 4:51:05 GMT -5
Henrik, who had been praying at the shrine, immediately stands - eyes widening - and rushes out to prepare his horse.
//sorry, 5hrs ago for me was 6am. Dead to the world.
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Post by Fleur de la chevalerie on Aug 5, 2013 23:05:16 GMT -5
A man dressed in a grey tabard with red cords tied around his wrists enters and nods with a smile to the assembled acolytes and commoners. He seeks out Brother Henrik and once locating him bows his head in greeting. "Hailed thou art, Brother. I would speak to thee. I must confess to finding the current unfriendly climate of Cormyr troubling." He offers a wan smile. "Perhaps tis another of Ilmater's tests; when I arrived I had thought to be welcomed and mine presence considered a boon in these dark times. Twould seem quite the opposite, though."
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 6, 2013 8:27:49 GMT -5
"Lionel...yes indeed it is troubling times you come in, war looming on two front with undead and Sembia coming. And this trial...I hope we may settle and speak of things. " Henrik dips his head in greeting, he is looming over a stack of boxes filled to the top with supplies.
"Let us talk while we take an inventory of healing and supplies. I an expecting refugees soon."
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Post by Fenix on Aug 7, 2013 2:07:59 GMT -5
During a night of torrential rain, a slight knock can be heard at the door of the House of Healing. That single knock echoes before the man lets himself in. He is garbed in a set of leather mail, with the appearance of bark, colored green and black along its details. He wears a blackened cloak on his back, trimmed with vines and curious runes around the edges, and soaked through with the rain. His hood is drawn back, equally drenched, and his hair is slick with water as well. The man does not seem to mind the rain at all, entering in with a calm way about him. Those who pass near him will smell the scent of leaves and forestation upon him.
The man wanders up to the altar of the house, kneeling before it. Dipping his head, he offers a short prayer to Ilmater, in respect for the house. He consequently utters a prayer to his lord Silvanus as well. Standing, he turns and walks toward a priestess near. He tells her he has come to seek out the master and the dragon blood. When questioned about his reasons, he offers little more than a relaxed smile and a simple phrase.
"I have come to see the cycle broken. To see the next step."
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Post by offduty on Aug 7, 2013 5:53:47 GMT -5
At hearing the knock, Lynn places the book down beside her. Reaching into the fire she feels the temperature of the egg. After rotating the egg again she goes and wakes up Henrik.
"Sweetheart someone is down stairs." Turning to grab her bow she walks back to the fireplace, picking up her book she hides it under the couch. Arranging the logs so the egg cannot be seen, she follows her husband down the stairs. "In a way I hope it's the messenger with a letter concerning taking the egg to the gold dragon, or that she is coming here to see it for herself and take it back home, and again I hope it's not. I'm really going to hate seeing him taken away from us, but I know it's for the best, and if he is to have a chance it won't be here."
As Henrik opens the door she sees it's Fenix and not someone coming to harm the egg, she slings the bow over her shoulder. "Please come on up stairs. I was hoping you would return so we could speak more about the cycle."
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Post by offduty on Aug 7, 2013 19:17:16 GMT -5
Lynn carries the egg downstairs and out the door.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 7, 2013 19:20:38 GMT -5
*Henrik and Holance wait outside with horses, and the three set off for an unknown destination. Henrik returns to work later on, picking up some things when work becomes quiet, he vanishes again*
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Post by Razgriz on Aug 7, 2013 21:58:52 GMT -5
*After the trip, Holance would not return to The House of Healing, instead the knight would ride to Skullcrag once again*
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Post by Fenix on Aug 8, 2013 0:18:42 GMT -5
He allows himself to be escorted to the egg room with Lynn. As they rise he once more examines the intricate details of the house with a note of appreciation. They arrive in the room and he looks to her. "What is it you wish to speak of then?" He asks as they are seated beside the fire.
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Post by offduty on Aug 8, 2013 7:35:46 GMT -5
"We have moved the egg to a safer place. A friend of mine has placed a ward on it so it wont be able to be found. I've also been talking to a few people about the egg one is a druid that came highly recommended to me by the name of Fynn. She agrees there is hope for the wyrmling if he's raised right. Holance Henrik and I had a long talk about the whyrmling and he agreed keeping him here at the house might put everyone here in danger and we dont want to risk that so he helped us move it until I can get an answer from home on what to do. He at least agrees the baby should be given a chance to be hatched and raised in a good environment and if it turns out to be as a true green in nature, then I should be the one to take full responsibility for ending it swiftly, and painlessly. If you wish I can take you to the egg."
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Post by Fleur de la chevalerie on Aug 8, 2013 19:44:33 GMT -5
Having been in solitary prayer, the man called Lionel had been unaware of the latest visitors to the House, and exits his meager cell to speak with Brother Henrik when he's available.
"I wondered if we might speak 'pon the trial for a moment, as with thy recent invitation for me to stand as advocate, I have been building my case but have been hoping to speak to thee on the implications and potential eventualities we will face, hitherto said in whispers and behind backs.We must needs steel ourselves against idle gossip and rumor, against poisoned words and be ever mindful of the dagger slipped from a friendly hand to pierce us deep."
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Post by Fenix on Aug 8, 2013 22:03:22 GMT -5
"We have moved the egg to a safer place. A friend of mine has placed a ward on it so it wont be able to be found. I've also been talking to a few people about the egg one is a druid that came highly recommended to me by the name of Fynn. She agrees there is hope for the wyrmling if he's raised right. Holance Henrik and I had a long talk about the whyrmling and he agreed keeping him here at the house might put everyone here in danger and we dont want to risk that so he helped us move it until I can get an answer from home on what to do. He at least agrees the baby should be given a chance to be hatched and raised in a good environment and if it turns out to be as a true green in nature, then I should be the one to take full responsibility for ending it swiftly, and painlessly. If you wish I can take you to the egg." The green clad druid dips his head, a faint smile shown upon his face. "Ah Fynn....I have spoken with her only recently. It is true, she is one that you may trust to the most full extent. You have been wise to heed her advice. She has instructed me greatly in our short time, and I would have chosen no better advocate than her. Should all go well, I feel this creature will grow to be quite the wonder." His smile lingers for a moment as he considers an option in his head. "If it is all the same to you....the chance to speak once more with the wyrm would be greatly appreciated. He has yet much more to display to me, and I am all that much interested to seek his guidance as well." A glimmer of passion is shown in his eyes as he speaks, and a hopeful disposition upon his face. |
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Post by offduty on Aug 9, 2013 3:31:31 GMT -5
Handing him two potions, "I hope you don't mind but keeping the egg safe is high on my list. Before we leave, drink the potions. One so you cannot be seen, the second to assist in watching for any who might try to follow." Smiling as she gathers up a few supplies and lets her husband know she will be leaving the house and where she can be found.
"I have food, camping supplies, and everything else we might need for the walk ahead of us." She smiles as she speaks to Fenix. "You will be amazed at the way it is starting to respond to voices...he seems to like music as well. I hope to be present when he hatches. It would be interesting to see if the stories are true; how animals form a special bond with those they first see. Do you believe that's true?"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 9, 2013 5:18:56 GMT -5
Having been in solitary prayer, the man called Lionel had been unaware of the latest visitors to the House, and exits his meager cell to speak with Brother Henrik when he's available. "I wondered if we might speak 'pon the trial for a moment, as with thy recent invitation for me to stand as advocate, I have been building my case but have been hoping to speak to thee on the implications and potential eventualities we will face, hitherto said in whispers and behind backs.We must needs steel ourselves against idle gossip and rumor, against poisoned words and be ever mindful of the dagger slipped from a friendly hand to pierce us deep." "I would happy to talk to you Lionel" Henrik emerges from the infirmary wearing a bloodied apron over his robes and washing his hands. "Please let me know your concernes and anything I can help with, I will." |
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Post by Fenix on Aug 9, 2013 12:21:02 GMT -5
Handing him two potions, "I hope you don't mind but keeping the egg safe is high on my list. Before we leave, drink the potions. One so you cannot be seen, the second to assist in watching for any who might try to follow." Smiling as she gathers up a few supplies and lets her husband know she will be leaving the house and where she can be found. "I have food, camping supplies, and everything else we might need for the walk ahead of us." She smiles as she speaks to Fenix. "You will be amazed at the way it is starting to respond to voices...he seems to like music as well. I hope to be present when he hatches. It would be interesting to see if the stories are true; how animals form a special bond with those they first see. Do you believe that's true?" He gives a nod as he accept the salves and stores them in his pouch for their departure. A smile is shown on his face at the news of the beasts progress. "It is good to see he advances so quickly. As far as the last part.....for many species it is. That is how I met the first animal that traveled with me for so long before his passing. Let us hope the wyrm sees you and not I though," he says with a grin "the last thing I need to explain to Cassily is why I have a dragon guarding my every move. She may get jealous." He gives a bow to Henrik as they depart from the house, sparing a brief glance at the man he speaks to. Drawing up his hood and cloak once more, he follows Lynn out of the House. Before their travels begin he turns to her with a curious look. "Perhaps after this visit, if all progresses well, I will be able to bring my mate Cassily here to confer with him as well? I feel it will benefit her as much as I, with your blessing and overwatch of course." He speaks with a hint of happiness yet longing when he mentions her name, yet seems to do his best to hide the notions on his face. |
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Post by Pedantry INC on Aug 9, 2013 18:48:27 GMT -5
A sharp featured woman enters the house of healing, blazing red hair tied up in a bun that trails several small braids in an almost tribal style. Wearing earthy tones of brown and green, a scimitar sheathed on one hip and a large clawed bracer hooked to her belt on the opposite side, she carries herself with the uncompromising composure of a seasoned adventurer. She moves directly for the kitchen counter, setting a hand on the bar, long nails clicking sharply as they contact the surface.
"Highharvestide is approaching. This is a reminder of things to come. Be prepared to receive our bounty of fresh meats, for I'd hate it all to go to waste. It should be a fine hunt, I expect we'll bring you a great deal to serve, hmh."
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Post by Pithirendar on Aug 12, 2013 6:45:29 GMT -5
Travel weary, Abigail pushes open the doors to the House of Healing.
A sense of calm immediately washes over her features. She sets a basket full of cookies down on the table with a soft smile and looks to the two men eating. "Help yourselves. Can't be all stew and potatoes." She takes a cookie for herself and plops it into her mouth, whole. As she does, Abigail turns her emerald green eyes to the pews. Her metal footsteps echo as she walks toward the altar, hand deep in the pocket of her cloak she fishes out a heaping handful of golden lions and tithes. She lowers her head and says a silent prayer before stepping back to sit on the front row pew. She runs a hand through her wild crimson locks. Her gaze vacant as she stares into nothing.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 12, 2013 8:16:49 GMT -5
Alongside Lynn, a soaked, bloodied and battered Henrik wanders into the house wearily with a slight limp, leaning on his staff, he looks shattered and exhausted. Where he left the house with over 100 kits stuffed into his overflowing satchel he returns with 30 and no herbs are left on his person at all. He slumps onto a pew and stares at the shrine before growling in discomfort and getting on his knees to pray.
He makes a Plea of Rest.
Struggling to get up again, he staggers off to sleep, one arm around his wife. He ackowledges the woman at the shrine with a tired nod and a small smile.
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Post by Pithirendar on Aug 13, 2013 2:10:25 GMT -5
Abigail looks to the couple. A sad smile touches her lips and she returns the nod.
As they make their way to their quarters Abigail rises. She pauses, making sure they don't stumble on their way before walking out of the temple and into the city.
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Post by DM Valkyrie on Aug 14, 2013 13:20:31 GMT -5
In the heat of the day, a finely dressed gentleman of average height strides into the House. Short cropped dark hair and a finely trimmed and groomed goatee frame a deeply tanned face. His clothing is of a southern cut and of the finest silks. Gold rings adorn his fingers and finely wrought gold chains hang from his neck. His eyes sweep entryway to the House of Healing. He then approaches one of the nearby acolytes.
"I understand there is an egg....."
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 14, 2013 14:00:56 GMT -5
In the heat of the day, a finely dressed gentleman of average height strides into the House. Short cropped dark hair and a finely trimmed and groomed goatee frame a deeply tanned face. His clothing is of a southern cut and of the finest silks. Gold rings adorn his fingers and finely wrought gold chains hang from his neck. His eyes sweep entryway to the House of Healing. He then approaches one of the nearby acolytes. "I understand there is an egg....." Emerging from the infirmary, Henrik spots the man and hears what he says. "Good afternoon sir, perhaps you will sit and talk about what you have heard and also why you are asking?" He sounds guarded and wary as he offers the man a seat. |
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Post by offduty on Aug 14, 2013 15:44:30 GMT -5
Walking in the house, Lynn hears what the man says. She goes to stand next to Henrik waiting to hear what the man has to say. Her eyes scanning the fine silks, recognizing them to be from her home. She looks up to her husband unsure what to say or do.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 14, 2013 20:12:28 GMT -5
After having a long conversation with the exotic man, Henrik is all smiles, looking less strained and more relaxed.
Holance appears and is introduced to "Omar", as is Lynn. He leaves the two to talk while he takes Holance into the kitchen to peel potatoes and chat, peals of laughter come from the cooking area between moments of serious discussion.
Some time later Lynn, Omar, Henrik and Holance leave the house together.
After many hours, Henrik returns by himself, grinning from ear to ear, he looks happy and proud as he finishes up his final chores for the evening - telling the acolytes and healers that the "egg issue" has had a wonderful outcome and been resolved - before he heads to bed.
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Post by Pedantry INC on Aug 16, 2013 10:14:50 GMT -5
The red tressed hunter appears in the house of healing again with a buck slung over her shoulders by its legs. The only injury on the animal seems to be a broken neck, discernible by the way the head sways a bit too freely as she strides to the kitchen counter. Despite the size of the animal she shows no strain as she waits for an attendant.
"As promised... the feast starts early this year.. hmh. Where shall I leave it.. or do you need me to dress it for you first, mm?"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 25, 2013 8:58:05 GMT -5
The red tressed hunter appears in the house of healing again with a buck slung over her shoulders by its legs. The only injury on the animal seems to be a broken neck, discernible by the way the head sways a bit too freely as she strides to the kitchen counter. Despite the size of the animal she shows no strain as she waits for an attendant. "As promised... the feast starts early this year.. hmh. Where shall I leave it.. or do you need me to dress it for you first, mm?" Henrik emerges from the kitchen. "Thanks but we can manage, we cook meals here every day." He nods to the woman. "We appreciate this donation, Ilmater's thanks to you." He proceeds to check thoroughly for magical and non-magcial disease and poisons before it is used(assuming it passed his intense scrunity). |
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 25, 2013 9:02:26 GMT -5
Flowers of pure white beauty are laid upon the altar of the shrine as Henrik prepares for evening prayers.
He kneels, adding the name Cassily to his devotions and prays for her soul, sadness in his voice as he bows his head. He entreats her spirit to find eternal peace and the compassion of her gods.
The flowers remain where they are, until the time comes for them to be cleaned away or replaced.
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Post by Pedantry INC on Aug 25, 2013 9:02:29 GMT -5
No poisons or disease are present, the animal in every way seems healthy, and strong - a large buck to say the least. Aside from the shattered bones in its neck absolutely nothing is wrong with it.
These deliveries also keep up - Every four or five days she passes through with another beast - on one occasion she brings a series of hefty haunches rather than a whole animal, which she offhandedly explains are dire bear, and while greasy, should prove quite succulent. On another occasion she brings a massive boar that could only come from the Hullack.
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