Siphanien

[koffie]

A Blonde elf in gredded in gray, carrying a shield on her back and a morningstar at her side strolls into Greatgaunt on foot, road dust covering her garments and hair.

She notices alot of activity in this town, safety of a wall and People that have a story to tell.


Having rented a room have taken the use of a room in the Local Inn, providing hervices in healing and support, being that of the physical kind, be it the mental kind of healing. 
Maybe i should remain here for a while, she thinks to herself.

[koffie]

While being out in what i consider the town square i noticed a woman coming on strong towards a man with accusations. As she seemed furious i stepped between them to prevent any harm.
She does not look like the kind sort of person. In the end, after the exchange of words and redirecting her to the local authorities, she left.

[koffie]

I Met a woman near the general store of Greatgaunt, who seems to have a burden on her heart.
I have offered her council and to do a prayer together, hoping it will strengthen her resolve and help her endure the challanges she is facing.
It was a good prayer

[koffie]

I saw a man run into Greatgaunt, followed by some goblins. How rude of him! he should have fough them there, finishing what he started and endure his hardship!
Instead of that, he brought the people in the village in danger, those who do not have the ability to protect themselves.

I called out to him, shouting towards him to help here and now and helped the guard at the gates slay the goblins.
Finding myself looking for the man who caused this reckus, seeing him run away still, in the distance.
Sadly, he managed to get away before i could tell him how irresponsible he was.

[koffie]

I have found my way to Suzail, to the house of healing, where i have offered my help and decided to stay for a while.

[koffie]

After being here for little more than a week i have found myself happy with the company of Henrik. He is very experienced and i have learned a lot from just looking at him work.

a man named Dylan has entered the House of healing and seems to become a regular visitor. After finishing the chores for the day together, he and i made our way to one of the local bars to have a drink where i have met his friends and where we have talked about our pasts. It seems i have lived a calm life so far, something i am grateful for.

[koffie]

Siphanien can be seen in the company of one of the members who resides at the template dedicated to Tempus (Warlord ). Going for walks, sitting down to talk on multiple locations in Suzail and visiting locations of interest and history value. The late hours seem to exhaust her a bit, making her go a bit more silent as she tends to her tasks at the House of Healing, but she tries her best to help people the best she can. 

[koffie]

Today, after returning to GreatGaunt to search for supplies, Siphanien met with a gnome named Zelazadda SeMilderic.

She is feitsy, rude and does not mind pointing out the flaws in your thoughts. 
While working our way through the catacombs, we discussed various topics and has given me a few things to think about. 

Siphanien makes her way back towards Suzail, after purchasing blankets and rations for the house of healing, pondering over the ideas put in her head.

[koffie]

Siphanien roams the outskirts of Suzail, wandering to clear her head of the emotions she is feeling, the doubts she is having and to try to regain her focus.
Recent events in her life have shaken her core, revelations coming upon her and she needs time to think, to sort things out in her mind.

As she nears the west side of Suzail, an unknown area to her, she wanders near the shoreline, the sounds of the waves crashing on the stones, she is deep in thought, not aware of the physical surroundings.

She bumps into somebody, and apologizes to the person, then looks up to see who it is.
Not somebody, something. an ogre, growling at her and swings for her in anger and gashes her cheek. she runs...

Trained by long walks in the past, she is not trained for running. her muscles tensing, becoming sore, she tries to loose the Ogre, without success.
She notices a person in armor, and in a desperate attempt runs towards it. Success: the person slays the ogre and she can breathe once more, catching her breath thanking the person without even looking.

She gives a thankful smile, seeing it it Dylan. Thankful as she is, she offers to join him on his travels to a nearby cave, ignoring she slow bleeding on her cheek: a lesson learned...

[koffie]

Yesterday, Siphanien went into Great Gaunt, seeing her friend Dylan injured, she turned to him and put a hand on him and started a small prayer to heal him.
The wild magic surged, causing a spray of colors, harming those around her. Frubo started singing and looked at her in anger, Waric merely looked angry.

She ran off to the east, towards the guard at the gate to turn herself in. She explained what happened and also explained what happened to two ladies in purple and was allowed to get on her way.
After offering her apologies to Frubo and Waric, offering to pay for any damages done she turned to find the people who were in the square to ask them to report as a witness of the events.

[koffie]

Siphanien enters the house of healing, bumps her head on the upper door sill and cringes, sitting down. she sits down for a moment, avoiding the strange looks of the people around her she starts writing a note to Henrik (Defunct Fiddlesticks ).
she then goes to the cupboard to fetch a broom and starts cleaning in high places, noticing how dirty it is up there, but with a warm, gentle smile.

[koffie]

As she sits down against the barricade in Great Gaunt, she is no longer smiling.
She reaches for the side of her face, feeling it its and looks at her hand as it is covered in blood, as she is apparently bleeding. 
As she checks herself she notices that she is covered in the blood of both the competing forces, and mud covering her knees and arms of where she sat and bandaged or helped people. Life for her has not been easy as divine healing was not 

Words never can describe the chaos and destruction that a battlefield brings..

She looks to her right, finding eye contact with a few other soldiers, all from different origins locations, but still on this same battlefield. "it is strange how a battlefield can give a bond between people" she says to herself. "Though i am glad i returned to normal size again so i can properly tend to the tasks ahead once more"

She finally meets Dylan's gaze, wondering, as the half-orc has been at her side most of the battle, as she tended to her work and heal people or reviving them from death only moments after they fell. She finds a new appreciation for him and his resolve as she give a slow nod to him in acknowledgement.

Distant screams can be heard as a new wave of forces approach, she recites a small prayer to herself loud enough for those nearby her:

Loss



I endure



Never truly alone



He shares my burden
...


Faith



Loss



I stumble



On liquid ground



Realities made of sand



Doubt


Only moments after the people around her get up to get into the fight she gets up again herself, following them into the battle to aid where needed.


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Not long after the battle, she has tended to those in need the most, she checks the battlefield making sure there is nobody left behind to die, recovering them if needed. the red on her clothing turned more to a dark brown, her eyes standing dull, tired. She finally sits down near the gate and closes her eyes to catch some rest....

[koffie]

Siphanien sits down at a table, reaches for her bag and takes out a writer's kit and parchment.
Her pants are still stained with brown marks, the chain shirt she once had gone, broken, while a new one is being replaced.
Instead she has used an old bandage to replace her shirt, her slender, tanned but more than averagely muscled  but strong figure now more exposed. 

Thinking for a moment and closing her eyes, recalling a conversation she has before at a tavern, she starts taking down notes on herbs and their applications.

[koffie]

Siphanien sits down at the table, taking out a new, small book together with ink and a pencil.

As she opens the book she simply starts writing down, not making a title, nor an introduction.



"A man down the street, near death after being attacked in an alley, Seems to be the son of a renowned man named Duncan. Have taken care of him at his home where i took care of a few fractures, bruises and broken ribs."


"Mara, Great gaunt. Infection to the wrist. Deeper inspection shows that the wound has been stapled to keep closed and it has started to fester. after opening the wound it seems a tooth of an undead creature remained. The source has been
surgically removed and the wound has been cleaned and closed."


"Mara, House of Healing, Entered late at night, piece of a broken blade inside herself. Due to the possible issues with the patient i have decided to heal it with a blessing."


"Miravea, Suzail, entered the House of healing at same time as Mara but left, managed to track her down in town to the market fountain. Effusion of blood on right side of the safe. Was mugged in an alley and robbed. After discussing ways of treatment i have supplied a salve of arnica and and beeswax. Also directed her to Otter for fencing or self defense classes"

""Johannes, Immersea, I heard the death of this handsome young man at the local tailor. i sneaked inside, seeing the murderer still inside. i was able to raise him from the dead and we sneaked out, alarming the local authorities about the event."


"Tess, Great Gaunt / Suzail. This young woman looking bad and carrying herbs on her belt was talking to me about being attacked by Lycans, feeling sick and drained afterwards. I have heard about Lycanthrophe befoe i decided to bring her to Suzail with a freind to keep an eye on her and attempt to remove the curse to be safe. After treating her, her complexion returned and he feels better. As it is full moon tonight she will be kept under close observation."


"Moss, Great Gaunt, seems to have been attacked by a 'bandit racoon'. Some bandaging was all that was required."

[koffie]

Even siphanien knows how to tease a person:

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[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] Cu-Cu-CU-Studio

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] hm..? *rubbing his eyes as he comes out of the Wheel* hmm...?

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] Have a seat

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] Lady Kasma! Well met *grins widely*

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] Hello handsome -Winks to Custodio-

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] Don't mind if I do

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] *notices the wink* Uh-oh

[Warlord] Zelazadda SeMilderic: [Talk] Hello saer.

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] erm..h-hey Mara! hehe *scratches the back of his head awkwardly*

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] and, uhm...Hi siph!

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] And miss Armor Gnome

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] Are you ill Custudio? Your face is flushed? I have some poultice

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] How are you my heart? -She continues at Custodio, despite the awkwardness-

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] erm...n-no! I feel fine actually, uhm...*flisteed as he glares to the ground*

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] ermm..I...uh...I'm ffine I guess...

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] Are you sure? You might have a fever, can feel the heat all the way over here

[Warlord] Zelazadda SeMilderic: [Talk] *armor depicts angel wing motiff flowing at the forearm and shinguards. A single tight and elegant ponytail rests behind her about 2'8 in length*

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] I'm 100% ok, I swear!!

[Warlord] Zelazadda SeMilderic: [Talk] Siph's on it.

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] You are going an awful shade of red my love, perhaps if you took your clothing off you would cool down?

[Warlord] Zelazadda SeMilderic: [Talk] She'll find his ailment.

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] uhh!! It's just...uhm....

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] *leans in close to custodio, examining him*

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] It's just Gas!

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] *bluff*

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] Is that it Mara? An allergy to his tunic?

[Warlord] Zelazadda SeMilderic: [Talk] Ugh, tallin flatulence puts even cats to sleep.

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] I believe it is. He should take his attire off immediately.

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] ]*face bright read like a strawberry*

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] oh my

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] ugh...

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] uhmmm

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] ahh...

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] What do you think Siph, one healer to another? If the linen is causing issue it should be removed yes?

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] Well...uhmmm

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] *reaches in for his eyelids and opens his eyes a bit further, then puts her forehead against his a moment*

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] !!!!!!!

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] *freezes*

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] NOw he looks like a deer being hunted

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] The illness is progressing rapidly

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] *eyes kasma*

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] i think we have a lost cause...

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] *wide eyes, codl sweat, and the strawberry red becomes hell-fire pepper*

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] unless...

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] Unless?

[Warlord] Zelazadda SeMilderic: [Talk] Need me to check his knee reflex? *slams hammer head into a gauntlet*

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] PC Dicebag : <c
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>[Private]</c> What kind of die do you want to roll?

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] Change Settings

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] How do you want your die roll to be broadcast?

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] <c
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>[LOCAL]</c> Broadcast my roll to people in my immediate vicinity.

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] Dicebag <c
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>[Local]</c> What roll?

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] *snickers* It might come to that Zela

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] un.....uuuhh...

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] W-wait!!

[Warlord] Zelazadda SeMilderic: [Talk] Glad I practiced on dinosaur egg omlette making lately.

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] cool him off *tries to push him into the fountain*

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] *strength*

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] <c ÿÿ>Strength Check, Roll 1d20: 17 + Modifier: 2 = Total: 19<cÿÿÿ>

[Warlord] Zelazadda SeMilderic: [Talk] !

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] thats a pretty big hammer! *skids a bit away from them as he glares the hammer*

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] *and then is pushed off towards the fountain*

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] Wahhh~~!!

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] *splashhh*

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] -Clicks her fingers0 Now he is all wet. We must remove his clothing immediately.

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] Or he will catch a cold

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] you want to stay there a while, to cool off *nods

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] *bluff*

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] <c ÿÿ>Bluff Check, Roll 1d20: 10 + Modifier: 2 = Total: 12<cÿÿÿ>

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] That Woodland Druid... Bearato Grillsian... told me you have to do that to avoid cold.

[Warlord] Zelazadda SeMilderic: [Talk] We can trust in milady Siph's medical touch. All shall now be cured.

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] *sits up in the fountain all wet, cloak over his head as he glare at them*

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] ermmm...uuuh..o-okay then..if it's the head physician orders..

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] Now stop that glaring young man. We are healers and well skilled, this is for your own good

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] *he kind of just sits there in the water for a moment, acutally believing siph*

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] -Chuckles softly-

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] *puts down her backpack, taking out a towel, placing it on the side of the fountain*

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] 8sits there like a poor sad wet blond duck*

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] Can I come out now?

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] *snickers*

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] -Would love to feed him some bread-

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] I dunno, what do you think Mara, has he cooled down enough?

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] I still think he needs to get naked.

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] ermmmm.....I'm not getting naked in the middle of Suzail!

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] *still blushing*

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] Oh, shall we retire to a private room?

[Warlord] Zelazadda SeMilderic: [Talk] There ye go, hero of valor

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] that would be warmer

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] e-erm..t-thats not what I meant!

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] I want to see if that red goes straight up and down.

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] you better go with her

[Warlord] Zelazadda SeMilderic: [Talk] Ye should accompany Mara whom is sounding gradually famished

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] *snickers* Purely for medical purposes

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] N-no way! Please!

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] i trust her with my life

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] -Huffs- Am I really that bad?

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] wahhh~!

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] I trust her with Your life Custudio

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] Some people love a Woman with ink.

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] And gold teeth.

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] ermm! its not that! youre very pretty miss Mara!!

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] You're just....uhm...kind fo scary?

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] If I had kept up my monk training, I would have a quivering palm. I bet you would not be so reluctant then. -Crosses her arms-

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] AAGH!

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] See?

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] *chortles* Quivering pal... *snicker*

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] *gives him the towel*

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] oh thanked be the Foehammer *grabs the towel as he stands up and comes out of the fountain*

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] cooled off a bit?

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] -Keeps her arms folded, huffs and looks north-

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] How do ensure he does not have hypothermia now?

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] ermm...actually...yes I did ! *looks at himself, soaking wet, but not feeling all that flustered anymore. Probable placebo effect*

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] he needs a warm bed

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] *starts drying himself up to the best of his abilities*

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] and some company to warm him up

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] he is all yours, Mara

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] ~nods to Siph* Exaclty, and a natural heat source in that bed

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] *makes a step sideways*

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] Hmph. He had his chance.

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] *thats when he removes his cloak and linen shirt, showing that tight toned build fo a young man forged to battle and athletics*

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] *TOIGHT!*

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Tell] glad i do not have charm person spells

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] *dry dry scrub scrub*

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] Round two

<c ÿÿ>Kell</c> (Suzail General Supplies): [Talk] Shopping around? Need supplies?

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] Yes.

[Warlord] Zelazadda SeMilderic: [Talk] //need to go hang some launry, brb

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] I might have another tattoo done, now I think about it.

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] *looks up, and wraps the cloak closer around herself*

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] Notices it starts raining just as he finishes drying himself up

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] awww COME ONE!

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] *ON

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] Unfair much!? *protests against, well, a cloud*

[BlueStar] Jamei Mirellos: [Talk] Greetings.

<c ÿÿ>Kell</c> (Suzail General Supplies): [Talk] Shopping around? Need supplies?

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] Spooky shadow lady Jamei

[BlueStar] Jamei Mirellos: [Talk] Yes.

[BlueStar] Jamei Mirellos: [Whisper] *unbuff*

[TheArchivist] Mara Marsk: [Talk] -Draws a cigarette from behind her ear. Lights it with a match. Inhales, exhales cherry scented smoke-

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] *shakes the water off the helm*

[GnomeTomorrow] Kasma Hymnir: [Talk] *sigh* Wish Radoc would hurry up. There are, at this moment, villians and knaves who need to donate to the Kas's empty stomach fund

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] come on, lets get you inside

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] *tugs him along*

<c ÿÿ>Derner</c> (Innkeeper): [Talk] Hello there mistress and welcome to the Wailing Wheel Inn. We have comfortable rooms available upstairs and some warm food and fine drink available as well. Can I get you something?

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] Yes, please.

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] eeehh..uhm..thanks I guess

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] go take a bath

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] Derner can help dry your clothing

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] *sighs and smiles* sheesh...thanks Siph!

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] You're a real friend!

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] *Smiles a bit*

[koffieschaap] Siphanien Iartoris: [Talk] go, before you catch a cold

[kashard] Custodio: [Talk] aye!

[koffie]

[koffie]

I have run into Wylan today. i know he seemed burdened of late, but he i found him on the roadside in valkur's roar, dirty and miserable... i hope he finds what he needs to pick himself up again. i will keep an eye on him the coming period.

[koffie]

Siphanien looks at a letter on her desk, a few crumps of paper surrounding her, reading it with focus, checking what she has written down, nodding slightly to herself.

She leaves the desk heads to bed for a night of restless sleep, after which she get out of bed, crumpling the letter and starting her day

[koffie]

Siphanien can be seen visiting her clients and patients the last few days, leaving medicine for them, to make sure they can last a good while, having a friendly conversation with them, a checkup, and then moves on towards the next

[koffie]

Siphanien seems to have taken residence in the house of healing in suzail, often behind closed doors, only to be seen under close observation of Elon or Tess, or sometimes even both...

[koffie]

Siphanien sems to be residing at the house of healing of late, in suzail, tending to a patient.
Looking concerned and troubled, she is one day heading out, to return a day later, seemingly happier, one of her braids cut off, the other still intact.

[koffie]

Siphanien visits the temple of Oghma the last few days, seeking out books in a specific field of healing...

Plotter

[koffie]

Siphanien does not eem to talk at the moment. he uses gestures an facial expressions to relay her needs and thoughts, but is mostly silent. Those who ask come to understand she is currently under a vow of silence.

[koffie]

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