Pushing through the curtain of beads just inside the door, you see a room in which every surface is crowded with mystic items. Incense smoke hangs heavy in the air. The shelves on the walls are arranged to make most efficient use of the space, but are still crowded so that the full collection of divine foci, spell components, incense burners, packets of herbs, spellbooks, parchment, inks in various colors, decks of cards, and more can all fit.
A small desk is squeezed in near the entrance. On it stands a sign:
Natala's Mystic Store
Fortunetelling, Soothsaying, and Magic Merchandise
On the wall behind the desk hangs a plaque, on which is engraved:
To Natala: In thanks for her service to the Church of our Lord, Agathalos, and to that of his Mother, and indeed, to all of the citizens of Garic's City. By her efforts, a celebration was not turned into a cause for mourning, and a plague averted.
CLOSED
All herein have gone to defend the city against a possible invasion of orcs.
May we all walk in the path the Mother would have us walk.
Any who try the door will find it locked; the curtains are drawn.
.oO(Invasion of orrrcs?!? What invasion?!?)
*She looks around, wide-eyed. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, except a shop closed in the middle of the day, she reads the sign again.
.oO(Walk the path the Motherr woould have us walk.)
*She turns from the door and walks away, mulling the thought over.*
.oO(What woould the motherr have meh do?)
*She walks towards the only appropriate place to consider this thought... Nobody's.*
*Early morning Tynk enters the shop and greets Natala with a warm smil. He silently goes about helping prepare the shop and removes the dust and cobwebs that have built in their absence. Once finished he juggles handling business and working on the tanglefoot he is almost finished with.*
*Later that day, Tynk addresses Natala and describes a dream he had to her (see post in Hightower, page 1). He expresses his confusion to the profoundness of the dream and it's meaning.*
"I don't understand it...I woke up and it was as if I had just cast a Daylight spell right in front of my eyes. My hair was on-end as if charged. I felt as if I was the wolf in my dream..." He shakes his head and pours the tea they both sit down to enjoy.
"Maybe you can give me a reading? I have never asked you before but now I think I will, if you do not mind."
"It would be my pleasure. After so much time away, it would feel... like I've really come back home.
"What kind of reading did you have in mind?"
*Tynk himself shows some gathered dust, as well as the signs of a slight miscalculation in dosage and an overflow. As he comes back with the tea, and places the tray between them before taking off the apron he wears. They are splattered with the gewy green substance and dirt that stuck to it.*
"This tanglefoot is as hard as the antitoxin, and the elements that are used are of completely different natures."
*Pours the tea and brushes himself off, then sits down.*
"Actually, I had a most profound dream last night," he says, leaning back and sipping his tea as he recalls.
"I was in a forest, though there was no sense of self. Rather, a witness to an event, but undifined as a dream tends to be."
"There was a lizard...exotic and wild. Standing on it's hind legs, it had back-slanted horns and colors of many blues with a grey belly."
"It was feeding on a rabbit barely smaller than itself, and was alert and aware...an almost noble air about it."
"Suddenly a wolf burst out and gave chase to the lizard, but the would-be pray was quick and through the forest they went. That is when the lizard let out a strange noise and there was a flash from it's horns. The sound was that of a powerful snap, like an slapstick being struck by the strongest half-orc in Garic's."
"Another sounded in the distance in response, to the lizard's right. It changed direction twards the answering snap."
*Sips his tea slowly before going on, enjoying the fact that he has someone to discuss it with.*
"The wolf gave chase and jumped a bush into a trap the lizard led her to. A few snaps snowly, then it built randomly...so powerful it sounded!"
*Catches himself.*
"Sorry, just that I am awed by the experience."
"The wolf had nowhere to go, being cornered by the would-be pray. Suddenly, I had a sense that I am not sure about...almost as if I were the wolf, that I was the pray's pray."
"I know it sounds silly..."
*Looks down.*
"The snaps of numerous lizards slowly co-ordinated, until the intervals where barely not togeter. Like a very fine drum-roll of the snaps each instant. This built to one last snap, a great flash of light, and a yelp as I woke up blinded and frizzed as if by an electrical current, or so it seems."
*lowers his voice then looks at her.*
"I was very afraid..."
"I am wondering if it was a vision, a calling, or just some confabulation of the randomly spun thoughts our minds produce during sleep."
"Natala! Natala! I needs help!"
"Alissas hurt! NaShae says shes dead! I needs you ta come tell her she aint!"
*listens to what's going on, but stands near the door, keeping silent*
NaShae will be here shortly. His wife was killed on the road. My name's Amarandios. Sorry we have to meet like this.
She trails off as Hermy barges in, followed swiftly by a blue-skinned stranger. Natala rises slowly, setting down her cup of tea.
"Mr. Waverstone, if you could watch the shop for a while, please...?"
To Amarandios.
"I'm pleased to meet you, Cousin."
.oO(And how are you involved in this?)
To Hermy, and somewhat to Amarandios, as she goes to gather her shawl in preparation to leave.
"Sir Woodhome, can you tell me just what happened?"
"Alissas at the temple, an NaShae thinks shes dead."
"I needs yoiu ta go prove she aint an help makes her better."
.oO(Armadillo? I seem to be in over my head here. She's quick. I didn't know she was a cleric?priest? of Ordometrex.)NaShae went to her homeland accompanied by Alissa and myself. On the road, Alissa was killed while on her watch. I can give you the whole story later when our young friend here is satisfied that we have time, but for the moment, I believe we really must be going.
When Amarandios answers, she glances up at him sharply.
.oO(That explains your presence, then.)
"Thank you, Cousin Blue Flower, I'll be ready to go as soon as my feet are covered. Perhaps you can share the rest of the story on the way — not that it's far."
She shoves her other foot into its boot, and stands.
"Shall we go, then?"
"Wese gots ta hurry. Shes probably scared theys gunna bury her."
*He starts pulling her towards the temple.*
[ti Temple of Ordermetrix.]
.oO(Wah?...)
*He watches the persession in mute silence before going about the shop.*
.oO(So tht explains Aria's foul mood last night. She must be...oh my.)
.oO(Agathalos help us, please.)
*Continues to watch the shop, using all his extra time to study his notes and work on the tanglefoot. It does get rather busy though as people learn of the shops re-opening.*
*When Natala returns Tynk tells her to hold off on the reading until the next availible chance. He says with a grim expression...*
"It seems you are to have your hands full with this one. My prayers are with all those invlved."
*With that he grabs his possesions and waves to her on his way out the door.*
To SSAG
*Enters carrying his scrollcase and wearing light clothing for the warm weather. He smiles to Natala and discusses meanials before setting to work on the tanglefoot.*
*Between wait-times on the heating and cooling he pulls notes from his scrollcase to study.*
.oO(I am almost caught up, excellent.)
*He continues to take notes and tend to the alchemedical developement.*
"Hello, Master...Tynk, isn't it? Is Natala here?"
*Thosar walks over to the counter.*
"Mr. Lueque? I'm in here."
"Greetings Natala. May I assist you?"
"You might wash the greens, there, while I chop this." She nods toward a small pile of kale next to a bucket of water without breaking the rhythm of her hands slicing vegetables into bite-sized chunks. "Be careful, though, it's hard to get all the grit out, and it feels awful in your teeth if you don't."
She pauses to dump some vegetables into a black pot full of water that is hot, but not yet boiling.
"You met Sir Woodhome, on that... expedition," she says softly, picking up the knife and returning to work, "even if you don't remember him from before. His wife died while we were gone."
"So much death."
*He continues for a moment then speaks again.*
"I do remember him. When I left he was not married. It must have been recent."
*Thosar shakes his head.*
Chop-chop-chop.
"Just before we left, in fact." Chop-chop-chop. "I believe they moved up the date..." Chop-chop-chop. "...so they could marry before the groom was to leave town." CHOP!
"It seems Miss Amberhawk..." Chop-chop-chop. "...Alissa, that is, younger sister of..." Chop-chop. "...Aria, the Silver Swords' bladeswoman..." Chop-chop-chop. "...was staying with a friend while their husbands were gone. The friend's son was taken, and together they went to get him back."
Chop-chop-chop.
"A creature came on them in the night, and she was killed in the fray."
CHOP! CHOP!
Morning, Miss Natala! I'll just be outside. Gamis will be along in a little while. We have to talk about Aria.
He comes to a halt out front and waves in greeting to Amarandios, walking closer. "Morning, Brother Amarandios," he says.
"Oh, yes Aria's sister! I remember now. I was at the wedding. My senses aren't with me at the moment, I'm sorry."
*Thosar goes back to cleaning the kale.* Scrub-scrub-scrub
*He is about to speak again when he hears a voice calling to Natala.*
"Your shop is quite busy today, Natala."
*Thosar smiles briefly, then frowns.*
"They were married for such a short time."
Scrub-scrub-scrub
She puts the last of the vegetables she's chopped into the pot of water as she speaks to Thosar.
"It comes in spurts. Cousin Amarandios was one of those with Miss Alissa, it seems; I believe he went to find Miss Aria. Apparently she's distraught to the point of violence."
She sighs sorrowfully, stirring the stew.
"The greens can go in here, if they're clean.
"I expect I'll need to go by the time this finishes cooking, and I can't think you came here to catch up on the news. What brings you here today?"
"Aria has been through a lot already. And now this. I worry about her. Has anyone checked with her to make sure she is not hurting herself.... or anyone else?"
Scrub-scrub-scrub
"This is some pretty stubborn grit. It'll be a moment."
*Thosar continues scrubbing for a moment before responding to Natala's question.*
"I wanted to speak more with you about what I mentioned the last time I was here. Before the recent journey to the mountains I mean. About The Mother and Her path."
Scrub-scrub-scrub
"That should do it."
*He shakes the water from the kale and speaks as he brings it over to Natala.*
"Well, if you need to go, I could probably manage this while you were gone. I'm not very skilled at cooking but it doesn't look too difficult."
Morning, Sir Gamis! Shall we go in?
Miss Natala, Gamis is here now. Did I ever tell you the whole story about how Alissa was killed? Oh, and we have to talk about her sister. Oh, and I wonder if there's anything you could put on this bruise to make it stop hurting. The swelling's gone, but it sure is tender.
*notices Gamis and Amarandios for the previous evening at the Iron Wolf*
*looks around for any Crazy Aria's*
"If you don't mind, I think I'll take you up on that. You're right, it won't require much effort at this point, as long as you can stand the heat enough to stir it occasionally; and we could talk when I return.
"I believe checking on the elder Miss Amberhawk is what Cousins Gamis and Amarandios intend; and of course, you could join them in that task, if you prefer. Mr. Waverstone, or Mr. Enlevin, who will be in shortly, can surely keep this from boiling over and serve themselves lunch from it."
She leaves the kitchen and enters the main room of the shop, where Gamis looms large in his armor, Amarandios nearly seems to glow, and Keiran stands blinking timidly by the door.
.oO(Looks like that sheep Kywyn brought in with him once, he does.)
"What can I do for you today, Mr. Whitehall? And I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask that your dog wait outside."
To Amarandios
"Let me see."
When the teen tilts his head up to show her his chin, the healer inspects it.
"Seems to be healing nicely... I can give you something to chew for the pain, but that might be overkill; a paste would be better, but wouldn't look pretty.
"What happened, though? You didn't have this when I saw you yesterday."
Stay here
*comes back in*
Perhaps I should come back another time. I'm doing some reasearch and thought you might be able to help me or point me in the right direction, but you seem rather busy...
As you know, Alissa was killed on her watch while on the road to Ennorath. Aria blames this on her companions: NaShae, myself, and Thindae, if she knew about him -- he's a bard we met on the journey.
To Gamis
We'd better head to the Last Lich if we can't find her immediately. Thindae was going to perform there for a while if he could. I don't want him hurt or worse.
Aria is singleminded in her wish to bring her sister back. So much so that she says it is "Hers and Hermy's decision alone," whether she will be raised or not. I could go on for hours about that alone, but I digress. We found Aria at the Iron Wolf yesterday trying to hock her sword and armor for gold. Gamis stopped her and tried to convince her to come seek you for assistance, especially to determine whether indeed it was even right to raise Alissa. That's where she made that statement about it being thier decision alone
. Gamis then tried again to get her to seek your counsel at which she spouted off again and told him to go away. I got mad and stepped out from behind Gamis and told her in less tactful terms than I normally employ that she was acting like a selfish overprotective child, and that if she would do nothing but lash out at her fiends and refuse council of the agents of the Mother then she would forsake thier help as well.
To which she called me a son of a beast and gave me this. *pointing at the bruise*. She stormed out and we haven't been able to catch her since. If you have anything to add, Sir Gamis, feel free. But I think I've said everything, madam.
*A few minutes later he enters the back after having just helped a customer, catching most of what is said about Aria.*
*Walking to his alchemedical equipment, he adds more tree sap for density and says nothing, but spares a nod to Gamis and his blue companion.*
She grinds the leaves with a mortar and pestle.
"Not that I can blame you, of course. She can be... aggravating."
Stirring just enough water into the mix to make it gooey, she hands the mess to Amarandios.
"Put that on your chin."
To Keiran.
"I have a friend who will be coming by later, and I shall need to accompany him to the Mother's temple. Until then, however, I will aid you if I can, Mr. Whitehall. What is it you're researching? An assignment from Master Cione, I presume?"
to Natala, but is looking at Amarandios
Uhm yeah for uhm.. Master Cione..
*becomes eager to share his insight*
to Amarandios
I'm sorry if I'm intruding but I couldn't help but overhear what you were saying. You know there's some good ways you could have avoided that, for example there are some spells that make for a decent defense I've found for example this one that can create a simple burst of light...
Anybody with decent Spellcraft... or a brain... realizes he's about to cast Flare.... again
Illuminatis!
...oops :embarrass
*When he arrives, he actually knocks on the door before barging in.*
"Natala? Is you here? I'm ready to go talk to Alissa. Is you?"
Fortunately, though the light hurts everyone's eyes, it flashes directly in front of Amarandios, who merely squints as he speaks.
[to Keiran] Please don't. ... Ow...
I don't think it works that well when someone that strong is angry. And avoiding a punch in the face is not something to waste Agathalos' time over. However if you're using arcane means, then by all means, accompany us and try that. We need all the subdual magic we can get. [to Natala]I know it was a bad idea and normally I'm better tongued than that. But it had the intended effect, I think, even if not the intended side-effect. She appeared to have the words burned in her skull before she punched me in the face. Hopefully, she's at least considered them, even if she is still in denial. I hope I haven't permanently put her off mine and Gamis's presence, but it seems doubtful. Thank you very much for the compress, by the way. What is it? Mom used to use tobacco leaves. I use chicory for almost everything. Works about as well, but I thought the tea was more important than my bruise this very morning.
[to Hermy, as he walks in, in a somber, but friendly tone]Condolences, Master Woodhome. Welcome. We were just talking about your sister-in-law. Have you seen her, by the way?
[Back To Natala] More to the point. If we find her, can you talk to her? And can you convince her of the need to do this? I hoped that we could find her before you commune with the departed.
"Ahhhh! The Mothers struckded me blind fer tryin ta take her place!"
.oO(Why is he knocking.)
*He nods to Natala that he will let the halfling in while she finishes her conversation.*
*Opens the door.*
"Hermy, you don't need too..."
*Hermy barges in, and he follows the halfling to the back.*
*Blinks away the spots in his vision.*
"Sir Whitehall, please do not use magic so lightly...if you'll forgive the pun."
"I have heard some of your exploits at the Tower, and would beg of you not to bespell ever again in this shop unless asked to."
sorry sorry sorry...
just trying to help
I just get carried away I guess...*thinks*
.o0(thank the gods I didn't try and show him Shocking Grasp...)
"Ummm, dids I comes at a bad time?"
"Sir Whitehall, could you help me for a moment."
.oO(Be careful Tynk.)
"No spells."
"And do EXACLY as I say."
"And no spells, please."
*He motions to a plugged glass beaker with a dark liquade inside.*
"Could you hand me that please and remove the stopper...no, no...hold it uprite first."
"Sit down. Right. There."
She glares at him until she is sure she is paying attention.
"This is the second time I have seen you in this shop. You are welcome to come back at any time, but I will have you behave while you are here. You do not seem to pay attention to what you are doing, and I will not have that here. I want you to sit there and think until you come up with a way to make reparations for this. To Mr. Amarandios, for casting a spell at him, and to me, for inappropriately casting a spell in my home."
"Very well, then, if Mr. Waverstone will have you help him, you may do so. And afterwards, you are still to think up some way to make reparations to Mr. Amarandios!"
To Amarandios
"Yes, of course I'll be willing to talk to her, if she'll let me. And maybe even if she's not -- if we can find her."
To Hermy, gently
"Come in, Hermy, I'm sorry for the crowd -- and what did you mean, about being punished for trying to take Ordemetrex's place?"
To Tynk, she mouths the words, "Thank you."
"Master Whitehall...*
*Takes the opened vial and delicately measures a few drops.*
"...This is bitumen. It is sticky, and tastes very sour. Do you know why it is used in such small measure when making the tanglefoot?"
"Oh, I hads a dream about seeing Alissa again an then you lectured me about killing myself."
*He looks at the ground.*
"It's not a good thing to do apparently. You told me the Mother don't like it, cause letting people die is her job."
*He looks back up.*
"And it's not very heroic either."
.o0(and I thought my mother had a temper...)
to tynk
no. I haven't studied much item creation yet.
"Quite correct, on both counts, Sir Woodhome."
*He sighs*
"I don'ts wants ta wait, but I will ifen I hafta. She's worth it."
*He forces a smile.*
"Is you ready ta go talks to her? I got a whole bunch a questions to ask her, sose you mights wants ta eat before we go."
*He sniffs the air.*
"I'd help ya finish whatever youse cookin, but I aiint hungry."
"And alchemy, just as magic, is to be handled with care."
*Thinks for a moment.*
"Yesterday, I had tried to tweek the ingredients to the formula, to increase it's effectiveness. I added one extra drop of bituman. Bad move, as it took me a hole hour of scrubbing to remove the substance from my skin after it erupted all over."
*Pulls a sleeve to show where his skin is rubbed raw, then rolls it back.*
"Had I been making alchemists fire, I could have hurt someone."
"And so can you if you use magic so. I want you to promise me something, can you do that?"
uhm ok
"I want you to always remember that magic can cause you much trouble if you do not learn this respect."
*He waits for an answer.*
"Right then...sorry about the lecture. My mentor had so much trouble teaching me to respect magic, so I know where you are comming from when you say you don't mean to."
"But he did teach me that there is no excuse to mishandle the arcane."
*Waits a moment to let the words set in.*
"So what is this assinment Master Cione has you about."
it's an assignment that doesn't make much sense to me.
I'm supposed to look into non-magical means of divining the future.
While it's certainly an interesting research and journaling project, it seems like something more suited for clerics.
So I thought Ms. Natala could tell me information or point me in the right direction.
*Chuckles*
"Well, I can divine that applying too much bituman will make the formula too dense and the bag will not break when struck. Too little and it may break before it's thrown, or not dry quickly and be ineffective."
"But that is merely cause and effect."
*Looks up from his work.*
"Maybe he wants a report more geared twards that?"
*shrugs* why anyone would want to know the future is beyond me...
anyways... I have to investigate all manner of different ways, then test them, as well as determine why people use them.
*sulks a little* not very exciting or interesting if you ask me.
"Sir Whitehall, would it be safe to presume that stormclouds on the horizon mean it may rain?"
*Thinks a moment.*
"Like with yourself. How have your collegues treated you since you started...well...I hate to be blunt but...burning things around you?"
ok.. twice! I burnt things twice! But both times were accidents!
"Hmm?"
*Continues about his work as he speaks.*
I'm going to go back to the Tower for a spot. I just remembered I forgot my jouranl and my bag. If you could tell Ms. Natala I'll return later... when things are less hectic.
*waves and exits, returning to the Hightower with Chester, as always, in tow*
"Remeber, no mishaps. Cause and effect."
"Good-day."
*He turns back to his work, wrapping it up for the day and assure a customer who just walked in he'll be with her shortly.*
"Cousin... I have a theory..." He looks over at Tynk, and then glances down at Hermy.
"Remind me to tell you later, please."
"Sir Gamis, where you speaking to me or Hermy? I enjoy theories in either case"
*Winks at the paladine.*
.oO(I don't know if he needs to hear about Aria's blackouts...)
"I will take care of the soup. I worry that if we overwhelm Aria it will make things worse. She may feel that we are ganging up on her. No, I'll stay here and take care of this."
*Thosar takes over Natala's position before the soup pot and stirs it occasionally. He tastes it occasionally and does his best to determine when it is done.*
Stir-stir-stir
*Once everyone else comes in Thosar tries to follow the conversation, but does not give it precedence over the soup.*
Aria, Aria, Aria. Please bless her Mother and help her find understanding in the loss of her sister. And Hermy as well, though from the sounds of it he is already in a much better place than she is.
Speaking up in a clear, but not overly loud voice the monk tries to determine if the shop is still open for business.
"Hello? Mistress Natala?"
.oO(She is being her stubbern self. This is no way to grief for a loved one.)
*Looks to Thosar.*
"Good then, I would enjoy the company."
*When he hears a knock, he calls out*
"Come in!"
"Ah, Ran."
"Natala is somewhat busy as of late with important buisness. Maybe there is something I can help you with?" He says pleasantly.
"Well met, Tynk.
I'm not even quite sure mistress Natala could help me, but this is what I'm looking for: I'd like to learn the basic principles of medecine. How to cure various illnesses and diseases, but most of all how to treat wounds, broken bones and the like. I have no talent for the Art, so I'll have to rely on more mundane means and personal skill.
I know mistress Natala has abilities granted her by the Mother, so I'm not sure if she's even versed in what I'm looking for, but I'd hoped she might at least be able to refer me if not."
"Indeed. Her healing skills are exeptional, but I am afraid, as I have said, she is most busy as of late."
"Did you ask at either temple? The healers there are known for their skill."
*Shakes his head.*
"Maybe you should ask Natala first, although I am afraid I know her answer already. Worth a try though."
*Winks at the monk.*
"I don't want to impose on her time, and I did think about the temples. But since I am not in any way affiliated with either Ordemetrix or Agathalos, I thought a recommendation from mistress Natala might be of use to convince the priests of my worthiness. She is held in high regard, I understand.
If she's unable to see me now, I'll return later. Or perhaps I shall try my luck at one of the temples anyway. Thank you for your assistance, Tynk."
The elf leaves the shop and decides to return home.
I'll visit the Church of Agathalos in the morning. Tonight, I'll meditate some more on the difference between action and reaction.
"Very well, Cousin."
To Hermy.
"I'm ready to go, though I'd suggest eating something if you haven't. Even if you're not hungry.
"And did you want to wait for Miss Aria, or try to find her first? She might like to be there."
"Maybe Gamis coulds go get Area while I has a cookie or sumethin like that."
"Area shoulds be there. Alissa is her sister afterall."
"We can't wait to long though. I'm pretty sure you aint got enough cookies fer a long wait. Maybe we coulds wait fer them at the Temple ifen they take to long."
"But I'm positive she'll show up at the Temple by the time that spell expires." .oO(If only to beg or threaten the clerics into casting the spell,) he doesn't add. His armor betrays the anxious shift he makes at the thought.
*The mood that comes with the friends of one who cannot handle the death of a loved one.*
*Before Natala leaves he informs her of Ran's visit and request.*
"I really think he is sincere and has the drive to learn the art."
"If you'd like I can deliver him a message next time I am at the guild." He adds.
Stir-stir-stir
*He takes a whiff of the soup.*
Hmmm, I think it needs...something. Let's see what sort of spices she has around here.
*He starts looking around the pot for any sort of spices. He examines a few containers, smells them, and if they smell good adds a tiny bit to the soup, then stirs it some more.*
Stir-stir-stir
*He ladles out a little bit of soup, blows on it to cool it then sips it.*
Mmmm. Not too bad. Still needs some time though.
Stir-stir-stir
"You shoulds have some of that food though Natala, an you too Gamis. Theres probably enough fer Tynk an Armadillo on Thesore too."
.o0(An if I have somes to it will runs out faster an we cin get ta the temple sooner. An I don't wants ta be rude.)
"I wouldn't mind a small bowl neither, if everyone else is."
"But if no one else is hungry, we coulds just go an then eats afterwards."
"Thats the good thing about soup. Its easier to cooks the second time. An it's still just as good."
Natala rummages in the kitchen for a few minutes, giving Thosar a quick grin of appreciation, and returns to the group with several crackers, which she hands to Hermy.
"Everyone can come back here to eat afterwards, if you like -- you're right, there should be enough, though I hadn't expected this many people -- but for now, Hermy, eat this. You'll feel better, without having to take more time than you have to.
"I know how much hurry you're in," she adds sympathetically. "We can go anytime, now."
Tynk tells her of Ran's question while Hermy eats.
"Tell him to come back when he's ready. I can teach him, or introduce him to someone in the temple if he prefers to go there."
Shall we go, then, everyone?
[Begins out the door towards the temple, looking behind him to make sure the whole crew is keeping up]
"I thinks it woulds be best if we goes now.... Maybe if things goes well Alissa coulds even comes back fer dinner with us."
*Hermy manages a weak smile and then heads out after Gamis.*
There it is. I haven't seen that smile in what seems like forever.
*Thosar continues to watch Natala for a moment then quickly catches himself and points his eyes at the soup.*
She is as beautiful as she ever was.
Stir-stir-stir
*He continues to stir the soup and sample it from time to time after the group leaves for the temple. His eyebrows move up quizzically a few times and he seems to be thinking hard about something.*
[i]What are these feelings? Were they here before or did they just now arise? It is so hard to read her emotions sometimes... She is so dedicated in her service to The Mother. I have a desire to serve as she does but I know we do not see eye-to-eye on some things. I wonder if that would bother her. I know how she feels about the priests at the temple. I would not serve as they do, but I am sure I would not serve exactly as she does either. What was that she told me? "We each serve in our own way"? Yes, something like that. I will certainly need to seek her council on certain things about proper worship, if there is such a thing, but what about these feelings? Will they betray me and show themselves?[/i]
*Thosar pauses his stirring as he contemplates on that last thought. He sighs. Then, realizing he has stopped stirring takes a sip. He whispers to himself.*
"Almost done"
*His arm goes up to his forehead and wipes some sweat away.*
Certainly is warm in here.
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*The concoction bubbles up in a thick greenish gew, threatening to overflow. Quickly he goes to grab a towel, and comes back to the simmering pot to see it stop just before bubbling over.*
*Placing the towel down, he smiles in an embarassed manner to Thosar.*
"These measurements are too fine...had me frightened for a moment it did."
*He laughs and waits a little for the foam to die down, stiring it occasionally with a wooden rod.*
*Eventually he places a lid with a strange oil-coated, half-loop attachment on the bottom, which submerges in the thick gooey liquid as he covers it and blows out the flame underneath.*
"Hows the soup comming? I certainly hope better than my tanglefoot here. I imagine it tastes better at least?"
*Winks at the elf.*
"It's almost done. Well, if it is better, it will probably be due to Natala's skill and not mine. I don't cook often."
*Thosar winks back.*
"So how did you learn to make such substances?"
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"I came under the direction of a rather highly skilled wizard who taught me the arts of magic and alchemy."
*Looks back with a slight smile.*
"He was a good man, and taught me much more beyond those."
"Alchemy is a passion for me. It is my belief that there are many secrets awaiting to be discovered within it's lore."
*Pauses*
"And what hobbies do you find passion in?"
"I also believe there are many secrets to be unraveled though mine deal with less, tangible, matters then yours do."
*He goes back to the soup and gives it a final stir and a taste before blowing the flame out.*
"The passion for most of my life was, and still is, masonry. I love to work with it and build with it."
"My new passion is The Mother and the secrets She lays out in the world to be unraveled."
*Thosar smells the soup, then nods.*
"Soup is done. We'll have to wait for it to cool a bit though."
*Thosar moves to a chair and sits down.*
*Tynk goes to Natala's tea storage and picks out a good spice, reminding himself to inform her he has done so. For the occasion he doesn't think she will mind.*
*Although he is careful to stay away from her lower stocked herbs.*
.oO(Elfmist tea...I always liked it's light flavor.)
*He sets the tea on and hums to himself...then stops when he realizes he is begining to sound a little like Natala. He takes a seat with Thosar.*
"The Mother you say? Secrets?"
*He smiles softly.*
"I deeply considered for a short while taking on the word of Agathalos, but found magic to be too much a passion that requires too much time."
*Pulls his wooden symbol out.*
"But I still have my faith in Agathalos, and great respect for the Mother."
"We do share somthing in common though, and I think we could have good conversation on the matter. I study rocks myself, and land and water in general. Geology is as wonderous as magic itself...and has a certain 'natural alchemy' to it."
"I like to build things as well...or at least design what is to be built. You see my father is a renowned architect and engineer, and had me versed in the art. I continued my practice and studies...but still have yet to build or design my first project."
*He smiles.*
"It is always nice to have friends with similar passions, it leaves the relm of possiblity to teach one-another open."
*Winks*
"Yes, I would like to study the word of The Mother. That is part of the reason I am here. I was hoping to speak with Natala about the word of The Mother."
"It is true, natural does have a sort of magic to it. I think that nature holds secrets as well. Geology is something I would love to learn about. Perhaps you could teach me sometime?"
"And perhaps I could teach you something of crafting stone? Or perhaps we could work together on something. Your mind, my hands?"
*Thosar smells the tea brewing.*
"What sort of tea is that? Natala drinks tea quite a bit but I don't believe I have smelled this particular flavor."
Even if mistress Natala can't or won't teach me herself, I'd prefer asking her for a recommendation before going to one of the temples. And while she is an ordained follower of Ordemetrix, I think I'll feel more comfortable studying with her than at at the temple proper. I think there would be... expectancies if I was to try my luck there.
The elf enters after knocking and waits patiently.
"Working together would suite well. We should make a project sometime...build a stone cabit outside the city or something of the sort. Nothing too simple though."
*He winks*
"I myself am trying to diversify my skills with others to put them to good use. Money is not the issue, but if some could be made I would certainly put the funds to good use."
"For instance, recently I have completed my studies on the basics of enchanting mundane items. It is very expensive to make them, and I am still seeking the funding for my first project."
*A touch of eagerness in the youth's voice.*
"The way I see it, we belong to a guild with very diversified skills. Aramil and Aria both can make weapons and armor. You know the workings of stone. Myself, I can draw blueprints for projects and supervise the assembly. I am sure there are many skills I am not aware of from those of the guild."
*Thunks a moment.*
"Perhaps we should bring something up at the next meeting about putting skills to good use..."
*Tynk looks up and smiles at the monk in greeting.*
"I was going to deliver a message about your inquiry to learn the art of healing."
"It seems Natala would like to speak to you, and it sounds as though she may train you in the art. Quite an honor."
*Winks.*
"She is about errands at the moment, and I am not sure weather you should wait. She may be a while."
"Although, you are certainly welcome to stay for a cup of tea and a seat."
*Motions to a chair and looks at him questioningly.*
"I may have to find a different source for some of these herbs, Mr. Waverstone," she says with a shrug, but does not elaborate before turning to Ran.
"Mr. Ran," she says with a small bow. "I understand you are interested in learning the arts of healing, either from me or from the Mother's temple?"
"I think the guild could use a common task with the recent events in the mountains."
*Thosar smells the tea brewing.*
"Yes, I suppose an elf would know about a tea of its namesake. Things are not always as they seem though."
*Now it is Thosar's turn to wink.*
"I am, mistress Natala. Our foray against the Orc army has shown me that my vow not to take a life needlessly is empty if I cannot turn the coin and save life when it is needed.
I have no talent for the arcane arts, and my personal beliefs are in conflict with asking for divine intervention. That isn't something I hold against anyone" - the elf holds up his hand in apology in case he has given offense - "it is merely a personal choice. Others may choose differently, and I have nothing but respect for that choice if it is made wholeheartedly and lived by.
This choice however leaves me with only one recourse in the goal I have set for myself: diligent study and practice in the art of medicine."
*Senses a deeper meaning from the elf that he cannot place.*
"They are taking a long time..I hope the soup doesn't grow cold."
"Ah, tea-time. :D "
*Retrives the kettle and blows out the flame before setting utensils on a table between them both.*
"Elfmist tea actually comes from a flower, and it's the pollen that produces the flavor."
*Pours two glasses.*
"It's better known for it's texture, so light it's as if one were drinking mist rather than a liquid."
*Sits and leans back.*
"I think one of my first projects is to be a balista. I will begin the diagrams tonight and aim to make an improved design. Perhaps the guild may endorse the idea in light of recent events..."
"A balista would be a fine addition to the guild. And with who-knows-what going on in the mountains now a welcome addition to the city also."
"You have access to the texts needed to study such a device? I will certainly be doing some of my own studying in the near future, where do you find such texts in the city?"
*Thosar takes a sip of the tea, then nods.*
"Aye, this is very fine tasting."
*Thosar watches the tea for a moment, then looks at Tynk.*
"As you are a member of the guild, I have a question for you. Is there any place that the member's stay at? I mean on a permanent basis? I noticed when I was there before the trip to the mountains that the bunk-rooms were not very big. Does everyone have their own residence?"
*Thosar glances about the kitchen of Natala's shop.*
Have I ever been in here before? I don't think so. I did have tea before with her though. Was that here? No, that was in the back, under her bedroom.
*Thosar smiles as much to himself as to Tynk.*
*Thinks a moment.*
"To be honest I am not sure how living arrangements are determined there. You would have to ask another member about that I am afraid."
*Sips on his tea ad relaxes, waiting patiently for Natala to return and thinking of his studies.*
She gives him an appraising glace.
"I'd guess, then, that you'd prefer studying here to my introducing you to a priest from the temple. Not all share my views, after all, though I could surely find someone willing to teach you without demands."
Smiles briefly.
"Besides which, I was asked to join the Silver Swords at the guild's inception, to act as a healer and to teach others the arts; few have taken up that offer since then, except in seeking divine aid in dire need."
"[e]Quel andune,[/e] good afternoon. What may I do for you this day?"
Silmarwen: (e)Quel andune(/e) cousin Natala.
.oO(Odd... I thought Sir Shadowood had little contact with his family or his hometown, but first his mother came to see me, and now he's brought in a woman to see me? I must have been mistaken.)
She remoistens her rag with a white paste, and continues rubbing at the silver.
"Did you wish to come here because you're interested in this sort of thing?" she asks, nodding vaguely around the shop.
Darkar shuffles his feet absent minded while listening to the conversation
I am also intrigued by the prophecy, and I wonder what your insights might be on its meaning.
Originally posted by Natala
I'd guess, then, that you'd prefer studying here to my introducing you to a priest from the temple. Not all share my views, after all, though I could surely find someone willing to teach you without demands."
"I would, mistress Natala, but I'd understand if this would be too much of a burden on your time. I do not want to impose."
"We don't want this getting cold. Let's see if we can keep it warm."
*Thosar goes about lighting the fire under the pot again, though with smaller amounts of wood. In a short while he has a small blaze in the oven. He nods and moves back to the table. Sitting again he sips the tea.*
"How long have you worked for Natala?"
"I spoke of this with the leader of your council of elders. Has she spoken with you of the matter?"
"In that case, I can only strive to be a worthy student.
How would you like to arrange this? I spend my evenings working at the Last Lich and I attend the Silent Moon practice early in the morning, but other than that I have no obligations."
"Smells like the soup is ready."
Hungry, as well as tired and thoughtful, it seems.
"Thank you so much for staying here and tending it, Mr. G--... Thosar."
She's slightly abashed at her near-error. Or is it the familiar use of his first name?
"Have you two eaten, yet? I can dish some up... After that, Mr. Waverstone, you can feel free to return to your studies. I shouldn't need to leave again, and in any case, Mr. Enelevin should be in any time now."
She pauses, and laughs at herself, shortly.
"That did sound like a dismissal, didn't it? It wasn't meant as one; you know you're welcome here at any time. But I don't want you staying here to help me when you need to be studying."
"That sounds like a good arrangement. Can we start today already, or do you have other plans?"
"No, we haven't eaten. I wanted to make sure everyone that wanted some had some first. It would appear that it is just you though. The others had more pressing matters to attend to I presume."
"You look tired, are you sure I couldn't dish up the soup?"
*Thosar sets down his tea and stands to dish the soup.*
"Here, take my seat. Would you like some tea?"
*Thosar makes to pour some tea for Natala while stealthily trying to find the location of the bowls.*
"You never do know when you'll need this sort of knowledge, do you? First thing would be to familiarize you with the shop, I suppose, so you know where to find what you need. First, the bandages are here."
She shows him an unadorned wooden box in a back corner of the main room.
"Open it, and see if you can tell me what you'd expect to use the things inside for."
Inside are strips of whitish cloth — unbleached linen or muslin, it would seen; perhaps torn from sheets — needles and spools of thread, three knives of different sizes, candles, and means of starting flames.
"In the cabinet to your right," she calls, seeing Thosar looking about.
"And yes," she continues, "everyone was left with plenty to think about — and to do. Sir Woodhome and Miss Amberhawk are determined to have her raised."
Ran quickly thumbs through the different items in the box.
"These - the bandages - would be to stop a wound from bleeding further, and to keep dirt out after it's been taken care of.
The needles and thread would be used to close cuts.
The knives for cutting, obviously - removing strips of flesh that are infected too much and can't stay connected to the body, making cuts to be able to perform surgery inside the body, things like that.
The candles for light, I guess. Maybe to make tools sterile, but I think you'd better boil them for that purpose."
The elf looks up expectantly.
"How am I doing?"
She smiles encouragingly.
"You've got some common sense and some basic knowledge, and that's good. You're doing well.
"Now, look again at the bandages. Why aren't they all the same size?"
Indeed, they are not only different in size, but in shape. Though most are long rectangular strips, a goodly number are more squarish; they wouldn't seem appropriate to tying around a wound.
I'd say those square ones would be better to cover larger surfaces with - for use as compresses perhaps, or for burns and other skin problems. You wouldn't want to tie a strip of cloth too tightly around such a wound."
Ran looks somewhat dubious, obviously not certain of his answer.
"I thought they may. Here is hoping that she does not resist the calling."
*Thosar dishes up Tynk a bowl of soup next along with a spoon and makes sure that his tea is still at a decent level. Finally he dishes up himself some soup and then stands near the stove. He tastes the soup.*
Mmmm, not too bad at all. Not that I'm going to start competing in cooking contests but this isn't bad at all.
"I hope I did ok with the soup. I'm not sure what I put in it after you left, but it seems ok."
"It takes a long time to learn what to put in them to have different effects, but the basic idea is to treat illnesses by cooking the ingredients and wrapping them in a cloth like these. You tie the corners together and place it on the site of the injury; for a sickness inside the body, you place it on the chest."
She pulls several bulbs of garlic from a string hanging from the ceiling, and gives them to Ran, so he can practice tying the corners.
"You want to make sure to tie it so that nothing can fall out."
As she observes his efforts, she asks, "Are there any illnesses or injuries you'd like to learn to treat to start with?"
"Maybe that's reaching a bit far, having just started learning, but I'm very much interested in muscle and bone injuries. Those are the ones I have most experience with, albeit mostly from a patient's point of view.
I guess learning to recognize different symptoms and being able to treat general, common problems would be a better place to start. Pains and nausea can't always be tracked to their exact origin, can they? But if I'd know how to treat the symptoms, that could be enough to treat the disease as well. Or at least make the patient more comfortable."
She listens to what he says.
"Setting broken bones does take a certain amount of strength, though I'd guess," she says, looking him up and down, "someone who will carry no arms in hand-to-hand combat is either stronger than you look or more foolhardy than you seem. Muscles can be tricky, as well, but they usually require more nimbleness of fingers; and different sorts of injuries to them require different treatments to make sure they do not fester, or end with a limb unusable.
"Still, there seems no reason not to work first on what you're most likely to use; an extensive study of herbs would serve you little, if you're not likely to have them when you need them — as would be the case on a battlefield. Perhaps a few that would be useful in a training session would be in order, though?"
"I'd like that. Lots of things can go wrong during training though. I think maybe it's best if we focused on something specific until I understand that properly. I'm not in a hurry to be using these skills soon - it'd be fine if I never had a need for them, even - but I'd rather know well what I'm doing."
She proceeds to explain to him basic first aid for different types of wounds — how to stop bleeding, and when you shouldn't.
"If the blood if flowing quickly, or shooting out in spurts, you must stop it as quickly as possible. One's soul can escape with it.
"Stuff clean cloths into the wound, if you have them, and hold them in place; put a bandage on without removing the first cloths, later, to hold the pressure. You can remove them in a day or so, carefully, to clean the wound, but not before then. You don't want the bleeding to start again, at least not at such a level."
She takes a fine, pointed stick and sketches rough diagrams in a tray of sand that sits on the desk as she speaks.
"For a puncture wound, on the other hand, you want it to bleed some. Bad things — malevolent spirits of disease — can enter that way, and the blood will wash them out. It carries a bit of life spirit in it, which does battle with them. If such a wound does not bleed, or no more than a trickle, squeeze it gently, to encourage it. It if bleeds freely on its own, though, you need only stop the bleeding and bandage it so it causes no pain.
"If the wound will not bleed, you must take other measures."
"Would it be ok if I were to come back later in the week to talk with you about some things?"
*Thosar glances at Tynk, an apology for excluding him from the conversation on his face. He then adds.*
"Can I get you some more tea Tynk?"
I'll have to write this down when I get home, and remember to bring something to take note in the future.
"Other measures? Cutting the wound open myself, you mean? I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea for me to start carrying around a small box like the one you showed me earlier. I don't usually carry even a knife."
Something else to take a look for in the market later today...
"Certainly."
.oO(I need to tell him of Daron's return, though not now. Mr. Waverstone would wonder how they knew each other in the past, and I can't blame him for not wanting to speak overmuch about his past.)
"Not with a puncture wound, no. You'd have to cut quite deeply, sometimes, to get as far in as whatever gave the wound, did. No, I meant putting something on — in, if you can — the wound, to cleanse it. Liquid works well, since some of it will flow into the wound; water works if there's nothing else, but alcohol is better."
When he mentions carrying a box, a bit of her shopkeeping habits become visible in her quick grin.
"A bag would be lighter, for carrying with you; and it happens that I do have some here that I sell, for that purpose."
"It just so happens, does it? Why don't you show me what you have. I have some funds left, even if I should probably try and find an assignment through the guild to add to my finances soon.
And obviously I'll need something to carry around in that bag - my landlady would be most displeased if I raided her kitchen for knives, her sewing kit for needles and her linen closet for bandages."
The elf winks with that last remark, but a good observer could discern a good measure of awe for the formidable Mrs Weatherby.
"You might be surprised, though, if you ask your landlady for worn sheets with which to make bandages."
She gives him another grin.
"You'll want more than that for your kit eventually, of course; but for now, that should be enough. The expense won't seem as much if you buy it a bit at a time, but for a fully stocked kit, you can run around 50 gold. You may never need that much, of course, and a few things to start with can help considerably."
"Thank you."
*Thosar stands and fetchs the tea pot. He fills Natala and Tynk's cups before finishing the remainder in his own. He replaces the tea pot on the stove and returns to his seat.*
She looks tired. I wonder if she would like to rest for a while.
"Would you like to rest Natala? You look tired for the ordeal at the temple."
Ran looks a bit dubious, thinking about his current financial status.
"On the other hand, I have been saving for a longbow of my own. I'll need part of that money to pay for my keep, but I have enough set aside to be able to afford a decent kit. The money will be better spent on healing utensils than on a weapon, even if I meant it mostly to practice with."
The monk lets Natala pick out a good, sturdy bag he can carry over his shoulder across his chest. Some bandages and a needle with thread are stowed away immediately, and Ran picks out a sturdy container for some water as well.
That's better than relying on having a waterskin with me.
"I'll see what I can pick up in the market in the way of a knife."
The lesson concluded and the goods paid for - Ran sees no need to haggle with his teacher and has enough money with him anyway - the monk bids Natala a good day and takes his leave, promising to return the next day at noon.
Originally posted by Natala
Natala looks slowly at Silmarwen.
"I spoke of this with the leader of your council of elders. Has she spoken with you of the matter?"
Silmarwen: No I have not had the pleasure of speaking with Lady Daeel lately. If you do not wish to answer I will not press the matter further.
Darkar listens more closely when his mother is mentioned
Darkar: Natala, do you know if any in the guild will be taking up Lord Malifaeyr on his offer?
*she walks into the shop and has a look around, noticing all the people present*
.oO(Seems she hs become quite the popular one as of late..I wonder if she would have the time to talk..)
*she looks around the shop, her hood still up to hide her features in case anyone notices her*
Looks sharply at Darkar, drawing her brows together.
"What offer might that be? I know one of the guild who has sought his aid in a bargain; but I know of no offer to the guild at large."
"How may I help you today, ma'am? Religious icons, herbal remedies, have your fortune read?"
She hands a tall, red-haired, and very young man his change, and he walks past Anaya, carrying a packet wrapped in brown paper. His face matches his hair, but he is clearly trying to keep his face straight, as he walks by the stranger.
Darkar: Hmm, Lord Malifaeyr said that he had made a request to lease the services of the guild in this time of need. Room board and stabling to be provided as well.
Actually I was meaning to talk to you, Natala.
*she gives her a smile as she lowers her hood*
.oO(It seems like I should know her, somehow...)
"You're welcome here, then, though I fear you have the advantage of me, Miss...?"
"A historian, are you? I see. I..."
She pauses.
"You'll pardon me, I hope; I'm not exactly used to the idea of being in history's gaze. And I'm not sure I can give you the insights you seek; the only thought I've been able to add is a name that may be connected to Wolf's Sorrow: Dread Heart."
Still a bit flustered, she replies to Darkar.
"This is the first I've heard of such an offer. I'd think such an offer should have been brought to the guild council for review, however. Do you know to whom the offer was made?"
She moves her hand so that it rests on the side of her face, fingers tapping along her temple. The other arm slides across her chest to support the other
Darkar: I got the impression that the deal was offered while everyone was being questioned. I can see how it might have been missed since it was several days of questioning, and everyone was eager to go home. If it was made to individuals, I would imagine it would have been made to Hermy since he seems to know Lord Malifaeyr quiet well.
Anaya..Anaya Starnodel.
*she looks around the shop then back at Natala*
It's been a while since I have seen you..how have you been?
Not too bad. Not too good. But not too bad. I'm not sure slaving over hot meals is something I should take up as an occupation, but still, it could be worse.
*Thosar is more hungry then he thought and the soup is soon gone. He sets the bowl down and picks up his tea. After a sip he looks to Natala for an answer, but perhaps her willingness to take a seat as soon as she got here should be answer enough.*
*After a moment his tea is gone and he takes his dishes to the counter and places them there. He moves over to Natala and puts his hand on her shoulder.*
"I have some things I need to take care of. I'll be back within a few days. You should get some rest."
*Thosar gently squeezes her shoulder and then looks to Tynk.*
"Mr. Waverstone, it was a pleasure to talk with you. I look forward to when you have time for that project we spoke of. Good day."
*With that, Thosar exits the shop.*
"I'm sure it was a name -- a personal name -- that I heard somewhere. If it's also a term used for something else, I'd like to know what.... and whether the name came from the term, or the other way around. Lady Daeel seemed to find the phrase quite offensive, though."
In response to Darkar's question, Natala grimaces slightly.
"If Sir Woodhome was the only one to whom such an offer was mentioned, it's no wonder I've not heard of it; he's got... other things on his mind.
"His wife died while we were away, you see."
"I've been well; and yourself?"
.oO(How odd... I thought someone had mentioned she had died? Someone must have been mistaken. Unless... No, I surely would have heard about that; she's a guild member, after all.)
"Have you been gathering herbs of late? I'd still be willing to purchase some from you, as we had agreed before."
.oO(Not exactly something you can say to someone, is it? "I'm sorry I didn't recognize you, but I thought you were dead!" I wonder if anyone's had that problem with me? :embarrass )
"Thank you," she says, looking up at him. "I will, once I've done what I need to. Time is of the essence."
Yes maybe I should, though I have been quite busy as of late and just got back from visiting my mentor's. I meant to come earlier, but..well let's just say I have had some things that have much needed attention to, as I know you can understand...
I have been well, a little tired and restless, but I'm doing good nonetheless.
*she nods*
I have and I actually have brought some back from when I went to visit my mentor. There was a selection there that you can't find here and I was sure to bring you some.
*she smiles*
Umm..is there somewhere where we can talk business and possibly catch up? There are some things I have been meaning to talk to you about..and it has been so long since we last had a conversation...I believe it was long before the news of your death, though I am quite glad to see you back.
I would have been at the ceremony..but I hadn't heard news of you death until long afterwards.*she frowns as the thoughts of her own death come back to her and she seems to be distant for a moment*
In the back room, she lights the candles in the wall sconces and sits at the small round table, gesturing Anaya to a seat as well.
"This room's more private; you can speak freely here."
She watches Anaya across the table in the flickering light, steam rising from the cup she rests her fingertips on.
Thankyou.
*she smiles*
I wasn't sure as to what you needed or possibly wanted when it comes to the herbs.
*she raises her bag and sets it on the table and opens it, pulling out 2 jars and several pouches and lays them on the table*
*as she pulls the jars out, the black pearl, wrapped in linen rolls out of the bag*
*she quickly picks it up and places it back in the bag*
If there is anything else that you need I can always go and collect more.
*she sips on the hot tea, savoring the taste*
.oO(This is much better than the tea I got from Nobody's..)
"I'll see what you have and we can agree on a price when you're ready, but first, it sounds as if there's some other reason you came here."
She speaks gently, and sips her tea.
Originally posted by Natala
Shakes her head slightly at Silmarwen.
"I'm sure it was a name -- a personal name -- that I heard somewhere. If it's also a term used for something else, I'd like to know what.... and whether the name came from the term, or the other way around. Lady Daeel seemed to find the phrase quite offensive, though."
Silmarwen: Anything that I find out I will be sure to share with you.
Originally posted by Natala
In response to Darkar's question, Natala grimaces slightly.
"If Sir Woodhome was the only one to whom such an offer was mentioned, it's no wonder I've not heard of it; he's got... other things on his mind.
"His wife died while we were away, you see."
Alissa? How terrible...
Is there anything that he needs?More than one reason actually..I just don't know where to start.
*she frowns and sips here tea*
I guess I can start with the problem that involves NaShae. See I owe her a debt of sorts..more than anyone could think..and it seems..
*she sighs*
I just don't know how to make up the debt..I have tried to think of a way, but I just can't. I saw her earlier at Nobody's and it seems that she is upset with me...
*she looks at the cup*
Very upset. You see she gave me something back, of that in which I had lost. Something very great, something that I wouldn't even be here if she hadn't done it for me, thus the debt I owe here. When I left the city to visit my mentor's I had left under terms in which I could have gotten into great trouble for..and I think that is why she is upset with me, because she could have gotten into trouble because of it as well.
I've been meaning to go and talk to her, but after what happened at Nobody's I don't know how to approach her. I didn't think she would be that upset...so I'm trying to find a way to aid the problem.
Well you know about the goings on of the city..is there anything that I could possibly do to help out in anything, that would incorporate Shae?
*she sighs again and takes a drink*
.oO(I'm hoping she'll be able to help me in this..)
.oO(If she can help with Shae..maybe she can help me with the dreams I have been having also. There has to be some kind of message hidden in the dreams...)
*Politely waves-off Thosar's apology, and waves goodnight to him when he leaves.*
"Yes, a most enjoyable conversation friend. Good-night."
*Once just himself and Natala are present, Mr. Waverstone busies himself with the final lean-up before heading off to the Hightower for his long-waited studies.*
"Diamonds. He intends to try to have her brought back. Apparently Miss Amberhawk has come to an agreement with Lord Malifaeyr for his aid in this matter, but..." She shrugs. "No doubt any help anyone can offer would be welcome."
Darkar: Yes, I will do what I can to help Hermy with the money needed. Is Alissa being kept at Ordemet's temple?
.oO(She's entitled to her beliefs as I am to mine. And it's hardly her fault I'm upset by this already.)
"Yes, Sir Shadowood, she is."
She pauses, thinking.
"I understand their son is with her parents, though I'm not entirely clear why... If you can help resolve the reasons for that, she would no doubt be grateful.
"And then... there's a young woman who was killed trying to help Miss NaShae retrieve her son. She's determined to help her family have her raised, and that will require a fortune in diamonds."
Sips her tea.
"What exactly did happen at Nobody's, though, to make you so afraid to approach her?"
She hesitates, but finally can't take it any more, and addresses herself to Silmarwen.
"And if you go with Sir Shadowood to see her family, kindly don't go with that expression on your face. I understand your disapproval and its purpose, but the living don't need that to add to their grief."
Pauses a moment listening to the discussion, but continues
Darkar: Knowing Hermy he would rather try and earn the money in an adventure. I would say it is the 'hero' in him. I hope that he does not try to do anything foolish like hunt down a dragon by himself. If you see Hermy before I do Natala, would you let him know that I am willing to help in any venture he might be thinking of partaking in.
Looks to the door as it opens admiting a hooded figure
Darkar: It appears you have a customer, and we should be going before we interfere in your business.
"I'll pass on the message to him, Sir Shadowood."
She smiles briefly before turning to the person who has just entered.
.oO(Another person covering their head with a hood in this weather?
Is there something about this place that attracts them?)She is relieved to learn, moments after Darkar and Silmarwen leave, that it is merely someone with an embarrassing skin malady who has come seeking a cure, and hoping not to be seen until it's healed.
.oO(Other loyalties? Does she know about the Avowed?)
Yes.. I heard about Dakarai from Marroc, but I don't know anything of the specifics on what happened and I'm not sure that there is much I can do to help.
*she raises an eyebrow at the mention of the girl*
Marroc told me that the girl had died, but he didn't say who she was. How much in diamonds is needed? I doubt if I'll be able to raise the full amount, but I may be able to get a good sum. Who was the girl anyway?
*she shakes her head*
I was talking to a dwarf by the name of Brodda, when her and Kywyn walked into the inn. I had been wanting to talk to her, but I couldn't figure out a way. Kywyn and here were talking to Marroc, and he notioned over to my table. I'm not sure what they were talking about, but she seemed very upset, and when they left she didn't evn look at me, though I could feel the tention as she walked pass.
*she sighs*
Shae is a good person and a good mother. I wouldn't want to loose a friend like her and it keeps bothering me that she is so upset.
*she sips her tea*
She frowns at Anaya's description of NaShae's demeanor.
"It's possible that it had nothing to do with you; she was quite upset at the way Miss Amberhawk had been treating her, when I last saw her.
"Whether it is about you or not, though, I suggest you seek her out and speak with her as soon as you can. It's the only way things can be resolved; and given how upset she's been when Miss Amberhawk refused her help, surely she'll see the sense in accepting yours."
Natala's expression becomes hard to read for a moment.
"Of course, then again, you're both elves; what's the saying? 'In a season, the stream carries the leaves far from the tree.' If she's angry enough, you can always back off, let her alone for a few years; the situation should be resolved then, and with it, most likely her anger.
"Not the solution I'd choose, myself, but then..."
She shrugs, leaving the rest unsaid.
*Ixchal streaks past, and begins avidly sniffing about for rodents*
[chitters]Don't knock anything over.[/chitters]
Natala? Good morning, it's Mirielle Dyer...
*she grows silent*
Oh my....How much are they asking for the raising?
*she nods*
Yes I know. I was going to let her cool down a bit before approaching her, though a few years may be a bit much.
.oO(Maybe I should just approach her and take what's coming and another trip to the temple seems in order)
Hmm..well I'll see if I can talk to her, but there is another reason I came here to talk to you...You read dreams right?
Well I have been having a reaccuring one, and I was wondering if you can help me in the meaning of it. I know elves don't usually have dreams, but I have been.
*she sips her tea*
"Dame Dyer! Hello. That was Ixchal, I presume?"
Natala is a bit disturbed when Anaya mentions having dreams.
"Tell me of your... vision. I'll tell you what I can, though a full interpretation may require a reading, and I'll have to charge you for that. It does take time."
Yes, that was Ixchal. She hasn't had a chance to snoop around here in too long. I've been so terribly busy...
*sobers, an expression of exhaustion flitting across her face, then blushes*
I need more powder... I'm sorry I didn't think to warn you I'd be in; I hope it's not an inconvenience.
When we came back from that fiasco in the mountains, I started two projects. Darkar brought me a dead monster, and I've been supervising the dissection of that (thank goodness for apprentices!), and I also began work on a new spell. Inspired by our not friend the Flying Troll.
However, in the middle of that, NaShae and Kywyn showed up with a sheaf of notes from her mother's magical research. She slipped up, and contracted a wasting disease. I'm trying to find a cure...
*accepts the package and holds it in her lap*
*she nods*
That is quite alright.
*she closes her eyes and remembers the dream, describing it to Natala*
It begins with darkness os sleep then there is a flash of light and I am in the city.
I am standing in front of Nobody's Inn. The sun is high and the air is calm and cool. People bustle here and there doing their daily errands to and from the market square.
I looks up at the large wooden sign that hangs in front of the door to the inn and I walk inside.
As I walks into the common room, memories come into mind. Memories of times spent with him and how close we were.
I'm watching the goings on in the room, Billa rushes from table to table getting the customers their ale and food paying no attention to me. Grack stands by the office door like he always does and I smile at him.
A shadow moves in the background and up the stairs and I quickly turn towards it, but when I look I don't see anything, but I know something is there.
I walk to the stairs and look up and soon find myself in the hallway where the rooms are located. All the doors are shut but one.....from what I can tell. The shadows are dark here..darker than I would have thought shadows would be in the middle of the day.
I slowly walk down the hallway and stop by the room. The door is wide open and inside the sun shines brightly through the window.
I walk into the room..a white piece of paper is laying on the bed.
I walk up to it and pick it up and as soon as I do the door slams shut and darkness fills the room. The bed, the window, the dresser..everything that was in the room is gone.
I quickly turn around and look at my surroundings.
A soft light shines through, breaking the darkness only in one spot. The darkness feels as if it is creeping up on me. Whispers are spoken and through the darkness there's a form. The clothes on the form are tattered and worn, but I can't see the face. I walk closer and it backs up back into the darkness
I call out to the form but it doesn't say anything, just stares at me... then the darkness begins to creep faster and faster, completely surrounding me.
I'm scared, tears running down my face. I can feel them as they fall it's so real..
I call out to the figure again. I know it is him, but I don't know why he isn't responding, why he isn't say ing anything.
I walk closer, trying to see who he is. The feeling of the darkness creeps up my back, a chill running down my spine and I feel like I have to run, get away from the darkness.
I hold my own and step even closer and the form steps back now completely in the shadows
I scream out..."Wait!" and run after him, hearing myself screaming, but not getting any answer back.
She runs into the shadows and hears herself screaming, calling out to him, but not getting any answer..and that's when I wake up.
*she looks down at her glass after telling her about the reaccuring dream, tears welling in her eys*
I'm sure you can understand why it is bothering me so...
The figure..I believe it is a man by the name of Kai. I met him a while back, and we became close. He used to be a friend of Gamis's, but something happened... I don't know all of what happened between them, but from what Gamis told me it involved a demmionite named Marina.
*she wipes a tear from her cheek*
He was so troubled and lost...I was the only one that he would talk to...
Later on I was asked to help Shae and Kywyn to find out some information on what was causing Dak's rapid growth and left town with them to seek out this wizard.
When we got back I went to Nobody's Inn to tell Kai that I was back, but then I found the note. He had left again..something about not to go looking for him and that he would find me. That even if I did find him that I wouldn't recognize him.
*she sighs and takes another sip of her tea*
The dream keeps coming back..and the darkness...I think he is in trouble, and this Marina character might have something to do with it.
*she shakes her head*
I just don't know what to do. The dreams, the note...
*she sighs*
I haven't been able to talk to Gamis about it. After I found the note I wanted to show it to him, but he was gone on a trip outside the city...then...
*she remembers her death and being brought back in the wolf form, of Verinal's lecture and the punishment she got for opening her mouth and winces*
Well things got complicated and I had to set my mind on other things...that's when the dreams started...at first they were just about Kai and the note, but they gradually got worse and more frightening...
*she closes her eyes again and tries to clear her mind*
"Hello Tynk, is Natala here?"
The heavy curtain concealing the entrance to the back room slides open just as Tynk opens his mouth to respond, a grin making him look even younger than he is. Natala is preceded into the main room by an elderly human woman whose shuffling gait and crippled fingers speak of years of rheumatism. Natala gives Thosar and Tynk a brief nod, but otherwise focuses her attention on the old woman, accepting the silver coin the woman carefully gives her, and holding the door open as she leaves.
*Thosar smiles broadly as he sees Natala helping yet another person in the city. He nods back and waits until the elderly woman is out of the door before he speaks.*
"Good morning. I was wondering if you could work me into your schedule for an hour or so presently. There are some items I seek your advice on."
"I have time until Mr. Ran comes in" She turns to Tynk."Mr. Waverstone, you'll be staying until -- ah, there's Mr. Enelevin now, good," she says as the door swings open and the halfelven man enters. "Hello, Mr. Enelevin... I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Waverstone?"
The midday change of shifts between her two employees achieved, Natala turns her attention to Thosar.
"Would you like to talk in the back room, then? It's... quieter, there."
Out of habit, she pours water for tea before he even has a chance to answer.
*Nodding when Natala mentions the time constraint, Thosar moves to the back room. He takes a seat and waits for the tea to be served. After a moment he speaks.*
"How are you doing today Natala?"
She sets two steaming cups on saucers on the table. Thosar sees his has a fresh smell to it, and green leaves floating within it.
"I'm well. What of yourself? ...That will need to steep for a while longer," she cautions before he can sip from his cup.
She leans forward, looking at Thosar carefully.
"It's an odd thing... whenever I'm not looking at you directly, you look different."
Leans back, glancing down at her steaming cup and then back up.
"Especially here, it seems."
*Thosar nods as he wraps one hand around the cup, feeling the warmth.*
"Thank you."
*He traces the top of it his cup with his finger and takes a deep breath of the tea. He smiles.*
"I'm not sure I've had this type of tea before. What is it called?"
*Thosar looks at Natala when she leans forward. his brow furrows when she speaks of his looking different.*
"Perhaps it is perception with the surroundings. Different-good, or different-not-so-good?"
*He manages a wink after his last statement.*
"It's not called anything; just a few fresh herbs I'm drying. No telling how they'll taste, being green still; but at least they smell nice."
She speaks slowly, thoughtfully, in response to his second question.
"Not bad, certainly. It's... almost like I'm seeing two people at once. As you are, now, and as you were -- my old friend, here with me when I most needed a friend."
Embarrassed, she sips her tea. Her efforts not to spit the hot liquid out as she burns her tongue lead her to some unexpected facial contortions.
*Thosar looks down at his tea and misses the facial contortions. Heis mind wonders on the patterns the herbs make.*
"Yes, it does smell good."
*Thosar looks back up at Natala, then, not being able to maintain the eye contact, looks around the room.*
"And you gave me the answers I needed to go on when everything seemed out of place."
*His eyes make it back to his not-so-new body and he ends up looking at his hand.*
"Some things are different now though. I don't know how that factors in, if at all."
Natala pushes her tea away slightly, to remind herself to wait until it's cooled to take another sip. She, too, looks at Thosar's hand, wondering what he sees there.
"I don't think I understand. Factors into what?"
*Thosar puts his hand down but stares at it for a moment longer.*
"Into anything. I know I haven't seen everything that this new form will mean in my life."
*Thosar looks up to Natala.*
"That's part of why I've come here."
*Thosar pauses and his hands move to the warm cup.*
"I want to understand more about what has happened to me and what happens to all of us. I want to follow The Mother, like you do."
"It's not your new form, but the events leading up to it, that have you thinking this way?"
Though she says it as a question, her facial expression makes it seem more a statement... perhaps of something from her own experience, rather than Thosar's.
"A long time, now, I've studied Her workings in life and death. I work to heal others, and I've seen people die when you wouldn't have expected it... and others live, through the power She grants."
She pauses thoughtfully.
"All that, though... it's nothing. Only what anyone might see, at least a few times during their own life. Compared with what I've seen in the last year... Ordemetrex's ways become more mysterious, not less — and more beautiful.
"Even when they're hard to accept. Those she would give the most to, she must demand the most from."
Pauses, looking at Thosar sideways again before facing him directly.
"You, for instance... you're the only mortal I've known to change forms and continue life in this way. Yet, that's what she chose for her sons... Kakodemmion, the moon, and Agathalos, the sun."
*Thosar watches the steam rise from his tea as he listens to Natala. He appears to float back and forth in focusing on Natala and the steam.*
How can I tell her? Do I even know what I feel yet? This has never happened to me before. So many new and different things since I have returned.
*Listening all along, he responds after a moment of thought.*
"Perhaps part of my drive is from that. It is possible that my form is mearily an extension of events before I went beyond."
*Thosar looks at his tea for a long moment before responding.*
"I know I will not find all of the answers I seek by following this path. Maybe only a few of them. But I still feel a conenction to The Mother. More then I did before. I think it may be part of the reason I was brought back in this form."
*He turns his cup for a moment. Then continues.*
"I could be wrong, of course. But this feels right."
*Thosar appears to almost respond to Natala's last statement, then stops. He looks from her eyes to his cup again.*
Natala raises her eyebrows.
"You looked like you were about to say something else, for a second there."
*Thosar looks up at Natala and, after holding her gaze for a moment, speaks.*
"You've never told me about your vows, Natala. Do you mind if I ask you what they are?"
"I don't mind your asking, no."
She cautiously takes a small sip of her tea, looking at Thosar thoughtfully as she does so.
.oO(How can I say this, without telling him more than it's safe for him to know?)
"To put Ordemetrex before all else in this world," she says, finally. "And to share freely what She has given to me with all who ask it of me."
*Thosar watches Natala for a moment, trying to gauge any emotion in her vioce and movements. He also goes for a tentative sip of his tea but only blows on it in the end.*
"I don't know much about you before I came to the city. Do you mind if I ask where you are from?"
Natala's cup clatters on the table as she narrowly avoids spilling the hot liquid across herself. She tries to keep her face neutral, but nothing she can do can disguise the way the blood has drained from her face or the unaccustomed moment of clumsiness.
"Well, I've lived in the city for twenty turns of the seasons, at least..."
Uncertain how to continue, she trails off.
*Thosar holds up his hand slowly, not quite reaching for Natala but sensing that something substantial is 'in the wings'. If she does not recoil he reaches to put his hand on hers. After a moment he speaks.*
"I've never seen you like this before, Natala. I had wondered if your past was something that had remained hidden as a matter of course."
*He pauses. His face is calm and only concern lines his forehead.*
"If this is too much to talk about, we can stop. There is a piece of me that wants to know, but I don't want you to feel trapped."
She jumps slightly when he touches her hand, but does not pull away. When he doesn't push for more information, she relaxes fractionally.
"I'm sorry for reacting this way... It's just... Asking those two questions at the same time. It's not an intuitive leap many people make."
She breathes out slowly.
"You're right, I don't often speak of my vows or my past, for different reasons. The one... it's a private thing, for me, but one to be shared with those who wish to learn.
"The other... Well."
She takes another moment to collect herself before she begins speaking again.
"People who live in this city tend to think of it as the westernmost civilized place, and in this human kingdom, that's effectively true. But there are halfling villages and elven groves west of here. Beyond that is the badlands, a desolate wilderness that few cross. With good reason... and it is from the far side of that wilderness that I have travelled.
"I have good reason, also, for having come so far to leave my past behind."
She pauses, opens her mouth to start again, and closes it, shaking her head, never taking her eyes off Thosar.
"That's as much as I can tell you... it's better not to talk about some things, if it can be helped. Even what I've told you is best left unknown by most.
"...Please."
Holds his eyes with hers for another moment.
"Besides... This, I think, is not what you came here to talk about today?"
*Thosar holds Natala's gaze, concern still on his face. He nods then and looks back to his tea. He withdraws his hand and cups the trea cup up to his lips. He takes a small drink and then set it back down.*
"In a way it was. It is answer enough for other questions that may never be asked."
*He seems sad to have said it, but now that it's out he does not take it back. He sits queitly for a moment before continuing.*
*Thosar meets Natala's gaze for a moment then closes his eyes.*
Natala, Natala. Hurt is not the word for it. If only... no, it is no good. Let me not lose what we have. This I want to keep if it is all there is to keep.
*He lets out a heavy sigh and continues.*
"I wish to follow The Mother though not in the way those at the temple do, nor, I think, in the way you do. I guess I'm just not sure how to go about it. I thought of going to the temple for guidance but it didn't seem right. I once saw a symbol there with two dice. One was displaying a six, the other a one. That.. is how I see myself."
*He continues to watch the swirling herbs in his tea.*
Natala nods slowly at this.
"Yes, I think that would suit you. A... little bit of the unexpected. That is one face of the Mother, though you'll find few priests at the temple who worship her as a Goddess of Luck. More there see her as the Leveler, Balancer, Healer, Mother of All; but She is Mother to ne'er-do-wells as well as those who abide the law, to chaos as well as order. Extremes are as permissible as what lies in the center, but we need both.
"This path, though... it may be a hard one for you to find teachers. Most must find their footing on this path themselves."
*Thosar nods. He sips his tea again and shifts in his seat.*
Perhaps that would have been expected. Riddles do not reveal themselves. Where does this leave me? And what of you?
"That makes the most sense of a lot of things I've been through since I returned."
*Thosar shifts again, then looks up at Natala.*
"May I ask a favor?"
Natala starts to say, "Of course," but stops herself.
.oO(Something just changed, and I don't understand what. That may not be what I need to say now.)
"Yes."
*Thosar looks Natala in the eye and some form of offering is in them. A peace offering.*
"A card reading?"
Time, Natala. I just need time to fix this sense of being damaged. I know it was not intentional and my push was the pressure on it.
"Please."
Natala nods, in acceptance or agreement, and opens a trunk, drawing out a deck of cards wrapped in a silky blue-green cloth. She folds the cloth and sets it aside, giving the cards to Thosar to shuffle.
She cuts the deck when he returns it to her, and lays out three rows of seven cards on the table between them, adding one more to the side afterwards. She pulls a candle closer to the cards, and looks them over for several minutes, quietly.
The images on the cards are somewhat crudely drawn, but each has been coloured with expensive inks, and has some unexpected background details.
The card to the right bears a dark-haired androgynous figure in white robes, locked in unarmed combat with a lion. Natala taps it with a finger.
"This indicates you, for this reading. It represents strength, someone with the strength of character to continue, even when the worst happens."
She looks up.
"If any of the images you see hold special significance for you, tell me. It can be important; a card may not mean the same thing for you it does for everyone else."
*Thosar examines the cards for sometime.*
Hmmm, so many interesting cards. Hmm, this one with the red cloak and scepter is interesting, and this one with the woman on the throne by the sea. But this one, with the seven cups on the cloud. That seems to represent someone seeking things beyond his reach.
*Thosar points to the card with the seven cups containing various objects.*
"This one holds significance."
*He withdraws his hand and settles in, listening to Natala's words.*
The center card shows a young man in bright clothing, holding aloft a gold coin a star etched on it.
The lowermost card shows a young man in a simple tunic, bearing swords in his arms. More swords lie scattered on the ground; in the background, mourners stand before a body of water under a wild and ominous sky.
"This first card depicts Ordemetrex when She was alone. She is Mother, Creator, Master of Life and Death. It is a card of new beginnings and rebirth.
"The second indicates someone who has found his calling, and is embarking on it. A man with confidence and strong opinions.
"This third represents a time of selflessness, and a time to keep control of the situation -- a time of sticking to your responsibilities.
“Together, these three represent your present circumstances. They suggest you’re on the right path, and that you’re accepting that you’re the one responsible for achieving your own aims.”
On the middle card, a series of staffs are set into the ground behind a man with a bandaged head, who holds another staff and stands ready to defend his position.
And on the bottom card, a woman with intricately braided hair sits on a throne by the sea, holding aloft an ornate cup.
“The first of these,” she says, indicating the seated man, “indicates a time to be careful with your money. It may also suggest a time to think of the long-term in your work and in relationships. A time to seek stability, but not to push too quickly for any decision.
“This one,” she points to the second card, the man with a bandaged head, “suggests you’re looking forward to the new challenges that await you.
“The third, here,” she says of the card with the seated woman, “is a card of strong emotions, and of family... either the family you grew up with, or of children in your future.
“Together, these three indicate your domestic situation. Normally I’d think they meant a man who was hoping to marry... but under your circumstances, it may be as simple as the way you’re becoming reacquainted with those you knew before.”
"It is amazing."
*He studies the cards again.*
With my current financial situation that first card could certainly mean watch my money. I've taken care of that for the most part though. And the second card, I can see myself facing new challenges. That always seems to be the case. And, of course, as she mentioned of the last. I'm sure there is more then one meaning in the last. Perhaps in them all.
"Please go on."
“The cards,” she says, indicating each in turn, “indicate a struggle, and a need to overcome opposition; doing so can earn you admiration from others. A person focused on his goals; and...”
She taps the third card, the priestly figure in red, a few times before speaking.
“This is a powerful card. A card of magic and spirituality. Its presence indicates you’re seeking help with spiritual questions, and that you are soon to realize your own powers in that regard.
“Together, these three represent your hopes and ambitions. This is what you seek. To follow the Mother, as you have said; and this layout suggests this is no idle dream. You have the ability, you have the faith in your dream, and you have the strength of personality to carry it out.”
There is the hope. There is the reassurance.
"Go on."
“This one,” Natala says of the first card, “indicates satisfaction, happiness, and fulfillment. The second, coming together with others in joy -- though it also suggests delays to plans involving others. This third one, plans stalled midway, and a need for reflection and accepting advice.
“Together, they represent your expectations. You expect to find happiness in the future, but you also expect something to be delayed. If it involves others... perhaps it’s related to the realization that neither I nor the priests at the temple can help you as much as you’d like on the path you have chosen?”
"Yes, I think that is an accurate interpretation. That last card could mean something more though."
*Thosar does not elaborate and after a moment it is clear he is looking at the next set of cards.*
The fifth column of cards shows a man in a crown and wearing the colours of royalty sitting on a throne adorned with lions and salamanders; a woman, also sitting on a throne, wearing green robes and holding a sword aloft; and a young man in peasant's garb successfully fighting off six staffs wielded by unseen attackers with a staff of his own.
Natala points to each in turn.
“A leader and a respected teacher; or an overly severe person who does acts before thinking and disapproves of others whose ideas don’t match his own.
“Justice. Possible bad judgment if you are unwary.
“Strength, perseverence, and courage to overcome obstacles.
“Together, these three represent unexpected events in your future. You may be misjudged by someone who you had respected, or possibly even run into trouble with the law; it will require strength of mind on your part to overcome this turn of events.”
More to endure. Misjudged by someone? Hmmm, I'll have to be wary. That last card seems to be defending with force of arms but something tells me my defense will be with force of mind.
"That seems to fit also."
*His brow relaxes and he smiles to Natala.*
"Please continue."
Pointing to the first of these, Natala says, “Spiritual awareness, and a need for intuition. Also self-sacrifice: someone who puts others first.”
The next card is the one Thosar picked out as one with special significance for himself.
“This one indicates an abundance of opportunities, possibly too many; at least, it does normally. But you picked this one out as a card bearing special significance for you; what does it say to you?”
I didn't like that card at first but spiritual awareness and self-sacrifice together...perhaps it will not be as negative as I thought.
*Thosar nods as Natala asks what he thinks of the card he chose.*
"I see it as mysteries waiting to be discovered. Mysteries of the world and The Mother. Mysteries that are, at present, out of reach but may be reached in time."
"If you describe it as being possibly too many, that would seem obvious in my interpretation. There are many mysteries in this world and I doubt very many of them will be solved in my lifetime."
"Bearing that in mind, I would interpret it as meaning more about picking which mysteries are too overwhelming to understand. Or, perhaps, that some mysteries aren't meant to be understood."
*Thosar watches the card for a moment and then looks up into Natala's eyes. He breathes in and out calmly and seems to have found an answer to something.*
Perhaps that is to be my answer for us, Natala. Perhaps this is how it should be.
"What do you think?"
Natala moves on, pointing to the third card in that column.
“This one indicates a need to express yourself spiritually — someone with strong spiritual ideas and longings.
“Together, these three make up your immediate future. They’d suggest your search to follow the Mother’s path will meet with ample opportunity for doing so -- so many that you must keep in mind that you cannot expect to do everything at once."
With a glance at Thosar, she moves on to the final three cards.
The second card bears a malevolent figure with the head of a goat, the wings of a bat, and the talons of a demon. Before him are chained two demonic beasts; a red circle is just visible in the background, as is a candle nearly burnt to its nub.
A body lies on the ground, ten bloody swords protruding from wounds on its back.
“The first card, here, is cause for optimism: happiness and contentment, protection. The resources that grant this can be abused, however, and you must beware that.
“The second card is one of temptation... or of evil. This card often does represent the influence of the Dark Son, Kakodemmion.”
Natala tries to keep her voice even as she explains the meanings of the individual cards to Thosar, but some note in her voice tells him that she is upset or confused by these last few cards.
“The third... beware betrayal. You can see that it indicates the possibility of being stabbed in the back. The position it’s in...”
She concentrates on them before speaking again.
“Taken together, these three indicate your longterm future. You may find happiness, but with that happiness comes the temptation to think only of yourself and those dearest to you. You will need to remember your vocation and defend others less fortunate than yourself. If you give in to the temptation to ignore their needs, you will be placing yourself in a position to be betrayed by one you had trusted. You may go through a dark time...”
She scrutinizes the entire spread before she goes on.
“But you have the strength to come through it, as long as you remember others and stay on Ordemet’s path.”
"I agree. Almost every card to that point is about gaining strength, or at least the opportunity to gain strength. Knowing that I may encounter obstacles in the future, I will be sure to prepare myself."
*Thosar studies all the cards for a moment longer, seeming to etch them into his mind. After a while he sets back in his seat and sips his tea.*
"Thank you, Natala. When I knew you before, and I knew you did readings I resisted the urge to seek one, partly because I wanted to save it for the right moment, but also because I did not put much faith into such things."
"I suppose I put more into them now then I had thought. This really has helped. I know that they are merely guidelines and in some cases only the slightest hint of each card will be apperant in events, but it is still much more then I could have hoped for."
"Thank you again, my friend."
*After holding Natala's gaze for a moment, Thosar takes another sip of his tea. The tea is gone and after a strangely awkward silence Thosar stands and places his tea cup on the stove. He moves back to Natala and places his hand on her shoulder.*
"I will think about all of these things. My the Mother grant me understanding that I may choose the correct path."
"Thank you again."
*Thosar turns to leave but pauses at the archway. He turns back.*
"And don't worry about hurting me. It was rash and too soon. I don't want to jeopardize our friendship, it is very important to me."
*With that he leaves the shop.*
*Brodda cautiously enters the shop for the first time, looking around, wrinkling her nose at the scents. A few steps into the store and...*
"Aaa-aaa-chooo!"
*Brodda freezes, looks around to make sure she hasn't broken or disturbed anything, then continues into the store.*
"Oh, dear. I must need to dust again... How may I help you today, ma'am?"
"Noo, Ah think its the incense. Doon't woorrry aboout it."
*She bows slightly and introduces herself.*
"Grreetin's! Ah'm Brrodda, Garric's lovliest dwarrven barrd." :D
"Ah'm needin' soome items ferr varrious spells."
*She hands Natala a crumpled list.*
- brass key
- tiny bell
- very fine silver wire
- snake's tongue
- vial of sweet oil
*She gives Natala a moment to scan the list.*
"Kin yeh help meh? Ah'd like teh be stocked up beforre Ah head oout with Herrmy and Minto."
She sets about selecting the items Brodda has written from various shelves around the store.
"Setting out with Hermy and Minto? Have they found a way to raise they funds they need for Mrs. Woodhome, then?"
"Its a pleasurre teh meet yeh."
*She thinks about how she'd like to be carrying the tongue around.*
"Drried, please."
*She watches Natala as she moves about the store, noticing how graceful her movements are.*
"Aye, though Ah doon't knoow the validity of the quest. They said soomethin' aboout a castle and pies that werren't. Seems they had been therre beforre and lost theirr dwarrf."
*As she finishes speaking the last bit, she realizes how strange it sounds and simply grins.*
She indicates the wire with the scissors she has just picked up.
"He dooes seem teh be a bit harrd teh underrstand, ah've nooticed."
*She looks at the wire.*
"In lengths aboout yea big."
*She indicates the length with the space between her thumb and forefinger.*
"It seemed imporrtant teh gatherr the same type of grrooup they had beforre... a dwarrf, two halflings, a clerric, and soome elves Ah think. It all seemed verry strrange teh me."
*She chuckles.*
"Minto just adorres Herrmy."
Natala unwinds the wire, looping it and cutting it into lengths swiftly, with no wasted motions.
"Would you like a spell component pouch, to keep all of this in? They're quite handy; a separate compartment for each thing, keeping them ready to hand when you need them. You can wear it on your belt."
"Minto is an extrraorrdinarry perrson. Therre's everrythin' teh be fond of in him." :D
*She watches, fascinated, as Natala unwinds and clips the wire.*
.oO(Imprressive.)
"Aye, a poouch ferr these things woould be good. Thank yeh."
*She appears thoughtful for a moment.*
"Did yeh say yeh werre a forrtunetellerr as well?"
Natala walks to a small area of wall from which hang several leather pouches. She selects one that looks to be the right size for Brodda and carries it over to her.
"You might try this on, to see if it fits comfortably. It's been treated with wax, so even in the rain, your spell components won't be damaged."
"It's perrfect!"
*She spins around slowly.*
"What do yeh think? Is it stylish. It doesn't clash with anythin', does it?"
*She laughs at herself. Taking it off, she approaches Natala and her face becomes a mask of curiosity.*
"What sorrt of things do people ask yeh usually? Ah mean..."
*She's clearly uncomfortable with the subject.*
"...what do people generraly want teh knoow?"
"Was there something you'd like insight into?"
She asks this lightly so that Brodda won't feel pressured.
"If it's any comfort to you, I never talk about a reading with anyone except the one who requested it. Not even to say that it's been done; and the men who work here with me understand that, as well."
"Noo, Ah was just currious. Seems an odd way teh make a livin'. Eh, no offense."
*Natala can sense that there was something indeed behind her question.*
*She looks at the gathered things.*
"How much?"
*She begins to take some coins from her pouch.*
She begins placing the items in the pouch's pockets, making sure the snakes' tongues are wrapped in a scrap of cloth.
"Shall we call it five pieces of gold, for the pouch and all the rest?"
"Thank yeh, Natala. Ah'll keep yeh'rre offerr in mind aboout the rreadin'."
*She takes the new pouch and puts it on, then looks up and grins.*
"Excellent! It was verry nice meetin' yeh."
*With a hum she leaves the shop.*
[to Elsewhere]
Originally posted by Mirielle
Work, Miri says, easing onto a stool.
When we came back from that fiasco in the mountains, I started two projects. Darkar brought me a dead monster, and I've been supervising the dissection of that (thank goodness for apprentices!), and I also began work on a new spell. Inspired by our not friend the Flying Troll.
However, in the middle of that, NaShae and Kywyn showed up with a sheaf of notes from her mother's magical research. She slipped up, and contracted a wasting disease. I'm trying to find a cure...
*accepts the package and holds it in her lap*
Natala nods.
"That does sound like easily enough to keep you busy. You'll feel better, and work better, if you get some proper sleep, though."
She frowns.
"A wasting disease, following from a mistake in magical research? That sounds like it would be quite difficult to cure."
*nods solemnly*
Yes, it will be difficult. I'm going to have to find someone experienced in the manufacture of potions to assist me.
Fortunately, much of the problem is necromantic, and one of my specialties is necromancy.
Natala's expression is one of mild distaste.
"I have no love for undead. It is fortunate, though, that the problem lies in a field you have studied.
"For a potion to cure a disease... have you considered seeking the help of a cleric in its making?"
*Mirielle's eyes light up as her thoughts turn to her field of expertise*
It's all about the manipulation of life force, for good or ill.
*blushes*
I'm about to get carried away, talking. I'm sorry.
I'd thought about recruiting a cleric, yes, but I'm really not to that point yet. If NaShae can't produce the materials, there's no point in setting a date with a cleric!
*sighs ruefully*
I've already told her she needs to find part of a mummy... Now I'm seeing draconic elements, and some sort of even more profound necromantic element!
"Sounds like Miss NaShae has quite a challenge ahead of her --"
She breaks off as Ran enters for his daily lesson.
"I'm sorry I can't talk with you longer, but I have an appointment with a student just now. Perhaps another time?"
Thank you again for the powder. We don't live so very far, you're always welcome to drop by!
*stops at the door, blushes deeply*
Oh! I almost forgot -- your ring! Thank you for lending it to me...
*pulls the ring off and places it in Natala's hand*
*waves and departs, Ixchal scampering to catch up*
To Elsewhere
“The dream reflects your own anxiety, not any danger to Mr. Heishall, I think,” she says, finally. “The darkness he’s fallen into is of his own choosing, and you can’t make such a choice for anyone but yourself.
“No matter how much you care,” she adds softly.
The thing is, is that I do care about him. I'm sure that the darkness he has fallen into is partly of his own volition, but not totally.
When I met Kai and for the time that I spent with him..I was able to get him out of the shadows, to face his fears and he did. He had been hiding from not only himself, but from the people he had cared about..even Gamis. I don't know the whole story of what happened at Clerihew, but I know enough that this Marina had a major part in why he was hiding in the first place.
Gamis still cares about Kai..I know that and I think that is why he entrusted me into looking after him, to bring him back. I was the only person that Kai truly trusted and could be the only person that can get him back.
And these dreams seem to hint at something more than just shadows he has fallen into. I could feel the evil in them, which makes me want to find him even more..and I'm afraid that if I don't it will be too late...
"I'm going to be looking for a mummy in the Western Desert... Miri tells me you've traveled across it?"
She kneels and pulls an ornate key from under the desk.
"Correct. A cleric of The Wise found a tomb containing one on a butte long ago. I've only been able to find crude maps, but they tell me there's a cluster of similar buttes pretty much due west of here.
"Part of me's hoping that we do find an undead mummy in one..." He shrugs. "It's a task I can take on, a tomb with one is less likely to have been disturbed and looted, and I wouldn't feel as bad taking any coin there--this may be a good way to get the gold for raising Alissa."
"Those are around a week's travel from here on foot, I think, if you're well-provisioned and meet no delays."
She speaks a bit brusquely, as if her mind is occupied by something else. Pulling out a crude hide bag and a small wooden scoop, she begins filling the bag from a box lined with the same hide as the bag.
"From what Dame Dyer said, I shouldn't think any but an undead mummy would do. Be careful..."
He nods, wondering at what might be on her mind, but not commenting. "We'll be careful alright... But it's a shame Brother Jager's knowledge was lost with him; it might've been helpful."
His brows pull together, then raise as an idea comes to him, which he stores away for later consideration or use.
"Is there anything we should be warned about before traveling there?" he asks the fortuneteller.
"I'm not sure there will be any place safe to leave them, and I doubt you could take them into a tomb with you. If you tie them to keep them from wandering, they'll be vulnerable to passing predators; and if you leave them for long... Well, the elements can be harsh there."
She frowns, weighing the first small bag and tying it off before beginning to fill a second, being careful not to spill so much as a grain of the precious metal.
"It's rocky. The footing can be treacherous, in places. If you find water there, don't drink it unless you see signs that animals drink there as well -- footprints or spoor nearby. It won't be a problem if you carry enough with you, but should you run short on water and not be able to find more, find plants with thick leaves to chew on."
She is silent for a moment as she ties off the second bag.
"How many people are going?"
.oO(Valor can handle many predators... Maybe we can place them at the mouth of a tomb, in the shade with water, to keep them a little more protected. Hopefully that won't scare the others too badly. Crimechaser and the dogs would fit fine. If we don't take mounts, I'd raise the travel time unacceptably, being so slow...)
"Six. Hermy, Minto, a bard friend of theirs named Brodda I've not met yet, myself, NaShae, and Kywyn. A lot of supplies, I know."
"Too large a group to hide easily, though I know more is better when you run into trouble."
She ties off the second bag and places them both before him.
"You'll be wanting clay vials, I'd guess; metal won't shatter if you have need to throw it, and glass leaves dangerous shards lying about in the same circumstances."
She goes to a shelf to fetch them.
"It will be hard to find spots to camp where you can't be seen easily, so pick defensible ones. A couple more with you, and you could double up on the watches.
"Of course, the larger the group, the more of a threat you'll appear... which can be good or bad, depending on whose -- or what's -- attention you attract."
"I'll keep clay in mind for the next time I need vials for this... Good thinking, cousin.
He shifts his belt on his waist slightly. "We'll be a little short on warriors... What might we expect to take an interest in a group? Brigands, or are there many monsters on this journey?"
"Hm..."
She balances three clay tubes carefully on one hand, picking the other off the shelf with her other hand.
"That same harshness, though, makes for danger, because it means the animals that live there will take more chances to get food. Other things, as well... bats larger than any I've heard of anywhere else. Sometimes you can hear wailing that seems to come from... from nowhere, or under the earth."
She's slightly lost in her thoughts.
"And we were beset by ghouls..."
.oO(This keeps coming up, of late...)
"...it seems my past is unwilling to let me alone."
Frowns a bit, chastising herself for saying the latter half of her thoughts aloud.
"'We,' yes. I wasn't alone, when first I set out into the wilderness.
"I... I was the only one who made it out, though."
The paladin's aversion to pressuring Natala, asking anything of her that might put her between a rock and a hard place with her vows, gets a grip on his curiosity and tries to hold it down. Neither wins out, leaving him looking slightly torn but silent, giving her the option of elaborating or changing the subject.
She busies herself cutting strips of a light-coloured, flexible bark to fit in the mouths of the vials, her eyes fixed on what her hands are doing.
"Large bats... Ghouls... Possibly something that makes a strange keening out of the earth. Anything else we should be prepared against?"
Looks dubiously at Gamis and at the things he is purchasing.
"Will you be all right carrying all of this, with the weight of that armor on as well? I'd be glad to help."
"I think I can trust you to have brought the full amount, Paladin," she says with a teasing note again in her voice. "And it's not to worry -- I'd have had to measure it out no matter what. But yes, you may certainly use the kitchen for that purpose."
"Thank you." He gathers silver and flasks, standing up. "Shame it's been so dry lately... I like to use rainwater for this." Stepping into the kitchen, he fills the earthenware containers, then sets all four of them on the table. He carefully sifts out the contents into a circle around the flask, chanting in Celestial--not loudly, out of respect to Natala--and weaving with his free hand the most complex somatic components he yet knows. The paladin asks that the Light instill the flask with holy energy, then, speaking the final word of the spell, he lays a hand on the flask. The silver vanishes with a soft flash.
.oO(Easy come, easy go,) he thinks to himself with a slight chuckle, setting aside the enhanced flask in favor of the next.
The process is repeated three more times, leaving Gamis feeling a little drained, but the flasks feeling slightly warm to his hand.
"And I will be careful."
With that, and bearing the four new flasks of holy water, Gamis pushes aside the bead curtain and makes to leave the shop.
Gamis pauses, turning back to her, brows knitting slightly. "Sure..."
"I'd like to help with this, as much as I can... both for Miss NaShae's sake, and for Sir Woodhome's. I'm not sure coming along is something I can realistically offer to do, though..."
Her own brow is slightly knit.
"Especially if I am to keep the spells preserving Alissa's body fresh. But one thing that's been disturbing me is that there's no way to contact her spirit directly, before the attempt is made to raise her; we can question the corpse, and there are those at the temple who can speak with Ordemetrex herself; but I've never heard of any means that would allow us to ask her spirit directly.
"I'd like to research a spell that might allow that, but such research is expensive. If the group would be willing to help me pay the costs of that with treasure found on this venture, though... perhaps I could help even while you're gone."
The paladin processes the idea, and nods. "Such a spell would certainly be worthwhile, and not just for us... I'll tell Hermy about it. And hopefully between what we find with the mummy, and with what Darkar's group will find at the fortress nearby, there should be enough.
"Do you have any estimates how much it might cost?"
Winces slightly.
"I can't say for certain; I've never done this before. I've heard of people spending thousands of gold pieces on library fees, consultants, experiments with material components... and I don't know what else... when researching a new spell.
"Dame Dyer might have a better idea than I. I understand wizards do this sort of thing more often than most people do.
"I'll probably want to seek her help, in fact, if she has the time. I'll take on as much of the cost as I can, of course, but I suspect I won't be able to afford it by myself."
"She's researching one of her own at the moment... It's going to be a book spell, but I'm pretty sure she'll be able to help you out.
"Darkar and his group should be getting back well before ours does. I'll talk to him today; everyone going on one of the expeditions is supposed to meet at the Guild... So there may be enough to help from what he brings back. If not, you can rely on what I have saved, if it'll help."
Nods slowly. "I'm sure it will, and I thank you. Shall I come to the guild to talk about this, or would that be too much of a distraction from the planning? And if not, could you bring that proposal to the group at large?"
"That might be a good idea. Planning should be fairly minimal, but I want to share the information we've gathered on the desert and the fortress... Maybe something else helpful will come to mind if you're there, and a first-hand account would be more accurate.
"Any questions about what happened the last time you were there can be deferred..."
"I'll be there, then. I just didn't want to cause a disruption; if I can help, I will."
.oO(I'll have to leave a message for Mr. Ran, that I won't be here today.)
She hesitates before speaking again.
"Cousin, I'm sorry I seem so... touchy, I guess... about certain things. My past before I came to the city, in general, I guess. I've always tried not to discuss it, for the most part... but lately, it seems like that's been hurting people. Pushing away people I consider friends."
Gamis is silent for a moment, phrasing a reply carefully before speaking. "Cousin, I was involved with a lady before I met Miri... I actually met her shortly before you and I began investigating the plague in the slums. I got back from searching for Kai, and met Miri soon after. Miri and I became close, while I was still with the other woman... Things blew up in my face because I waited too long to decide on what to do about it.
"Now I'm with Miri only. She knows about the other woman, but not everything... It's not important now; it's in the past.
"Some secrets can push your friends away by keeping. But others are best kept to yourself, especially if they have no bearing on the present day. Even then, what's important is the lessons we learn from them... Not the skeleton in the closet itself."
Natala silently considers his words before nodding slowly.
"I'll see you at noon, then," she says simply.
"Let me tell you a story, Miss Anaya," she says, settling the cup on its saucer. "It's about a nobleman named Machgileis... you may know this name."
She pauses, but the elf shakes her head.
"He was a man of power in his time. He held a duchy, and the people he ruled, though no more fond of him than of any man in power, found little to grumble about. His laws were just, if occasionally harsh; and he had the foresight to store food in good times against bad years ahead, so that there was no famine.
"It was nearing time that he should take a wife, and make sure of having an heir to his title. He was walking, one day, in the hills of his kingdom, and he came across a maiden sleeping in a meadow full of flowers by a stream. Curious, he removed the scarf she had laid over her face and her hair.
"He was overcome by her beauty. When she woke at his touch, she was terrified, and begged him to allow her to go home to her people; her mother would miss her, she said.
"But he took her home with him, and made her his bride, for this was the law of that land. In due time, she bore him a child; but as time passed and the child slowly grew, she became more and more silent and pale. The duke became more and more disenchanted with his dutchess, for it is hard to live with a person who has so little life, no matter how beautiful she may be."
"'I will give you a magic ring,' she said, 'if you will release my daughter from your thrall. It will bear three stones, and for each stone, you can make one wish. You will be free to remarry, to find someone who will be happy in your household, and you will have gained in power.'
"The duke accepted, and the bargain was made. The former dutchess went back to her home with her mother, and the duke took another wife.
"It was not long before he found cause to use his first wish. He was walking, again, in the hills that overlooked the lands he ruled. Looking down on his manor, he took off the ring and held it up to the light. The sunlight shone on the valley below him, and it shone on the stones set into the ring, and made them glitter.
"'I wish,' he said, 'that I might remain over this kingdom forever -- just as I am now.'
"The ring fell from his hand, and none knows now where it may be found; but the statue he became, they say, still stands there to this day."
"They say also, that his soul cried out, trapped in the stone he had become; and a voice answered him -- a cruel voice, the voice of the lady, or of her Master:
"'Just as you are you shall remain. Over your kingdom, ever unchanging. Harsh justice indeed, for a fool who dispensed the same.'"
Natala stops speaking, and a silence grows between them.
I'm sorry Natala, but I don't think I understand....
"Mr. Heishall is not the first man ever to find himself in trouble after lusting after the wrong woman, Miss Starnodel. It may bring him trouble, but you have to understand that whatever he thinks now, it was his own choice to sneak away with Miss Marina.
"He left us in Clerihew, sneaking away deliberately to go with a woman he had just met. He knew who and what she was, and he chose his path."
Her eyes are hard, but not entirely without sympathy.
"Even if you think the path he's on will lead him to disaster, he's the only one who can move himself to another. The answers have to come from within himself."
But what would happen if he makes the wrong choice? A choice that I could possibly help him into not making...
If he makes the wrong choice..he would be the man that is the statue..
*she looks down at the cup*
"Do you think anyone could have told the duke what he was doing was wrong, when he in his lust and his pride took that young woman from her home? If they had tried, do you think he would have listened?
"Make no mistake, Mr. Heishall is every bit as full of pride as Duke Machgileis. He came to this city when Cousin Gamis's old master caught him stealing, and thought him worthy of attention but needing discipline. Gamis took the charge very seriously, but Mr. Heishall chafed under it; not that Cousin Gamis was exerting a heavy hand, but the idea that anyone should have control over him at all.
"He was given to dramatics, and I'm sure he ran off with Mrs. Marina because he thought he was in love with her. He's already set events in motion that have changed his life, probably for the worse... but it was his choice to make. He is the only one who can choose to change that."
I understand...
Not now. I could do without being nervous for this conversation. I need to explain something of my feelings to her. I know she is devoted to Ordemetrex and that is something I may grow to understand more. But she is too dear a friend to not have feelings for even if those are only feelings of friendship. If only things were simpler.
*Thosar smiles to himself at that last thought and continues to search for Natala.*
Just don't forget. I need the holy symbol and the holy water also.
Glances down at her tea, swirling it in the cup, and back up at Anaya.
"I can't say that I'm surprised, nor that I blame you. I did think you should know what happened at Clerihew, but with disturbing dreams that don't let up... Well, at the least, you'll keep worrying until you understand them. If there is more to them than that -- if they come from another source...
"Would you like me to read the signs around you, and see if I can offer you more insight?"
She does not hear Thosar as he enters the room.
I have a feeling if I startle her, it won't be a good thing. But then again it could be interesting. Nah, better be safe.
*He speaks in an even tone.*
"Natala?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in. I guess I was wrapped up in my thoughts..."
"There has been a bit of that going around."
"Are you busy? Should I come back later?"
I wonder if she is still thinking about her past. Beyond the desert. Hmmm. I should learn more about this area if I plan on living here for the rest of my life.
"Not that this is something that couldn't be easily set aside to finish later, in any case," she adds, turning to Thosar with a smile. "Now, what can I do for you today?"
You have helped me so much Natala, but I still feel the emptyness inside.....
*she nods*
If you think that would help, I would like it if you would.
*she smiles a bit*
"I find it helps many people when they're struggling to decide what to do, because it can give insight into a situation that a cluttered mind cannot see.
"Many people like the tarot cards, and they are powerful images; but there are many other ways of going about it: dice, earth, reading palms and tea leaves... For you, I somehow think looking to nature for hints of what is to come might fit you best."
For right now I think the tarot would work just find...but sometime later in the week we could try something more attuned with the natural aspects..does that sound alright?
"Also, I'd like to get some holy water for the journey to the castle. There will be many undead there and I know it is useful against them."
*Thosar steps into the kitchen further, toward the table and chairs.*
"The other item I wanted to talk with you about is more personal."
"We may need to get out the tea."
*He glances at the stove, then back to Natala with a mock serious expresion.*
"I can do holy water, as well. It's a bit expensive, though; I sell it for 26 gold per flask. Most of that's taken up by the materials needed to make it. I thought some people from the meeting yesterday might be by today, so I'm prepared to make it, though I haven't done so yet."
She glances at the teakettle in mock consternation when he mentions the drink.
"I don't know if that would be wise. That poor thing's been in near-constant use since we came back from the mountains..."
She puts the kettle on to heat as she says this, however, stoking the small fire that has burned low beneath it.
"Seriously, though, if you want to speak privately, best to do so in the back room. The stone in here has a way of amplifying sounds into the main room."
"Wooden will be fine. How much?"
*Thosar's face sours at the price of the holy water.*
"I'll have to go without and hope the group will be able to secure enough. I've been running low on money since we came back. I've got an idea in the works for earning money on a regular basis now though."
*From his tone it is not immediately obvious why Thosar is relating this last detail. Something in his face says it's more thatn just to chat or as an absent-minded comment.*
"As for the private conversation. I think here will be fine until the tea is ready."
"I'd like to get the holy symbol now though, if that's ok."
*Thosar moves aside to let Natala past.*
"You're not leaving here without at least some holy water, if you're to face undead. You can pay me back from it when you have the money to do so; I won't put you in a financial hardship for something you need to keep yourself and others safe."
Her face is set and says as clearly as words that she'll not take any argument on that point.
She leads him into the main room, and shows him a wooden box in which pairs of wooden and bone dice rest in divided compartments.
"Pick the one that seems right to you; each is slightly different, and a holy symbol can be a very personal thing, I find."
"I appreciate that, Natala."
*Thosar glances into the box and starts to examine dice. Some of them he dismisses when he looks at them, others he picks up and examines. He takes a few minutes deciding which are the ones for him.*
I know I told her wood, but now that I see them, these bone dice really are interesting. Something about death and the Mother. And a wood one for life. Yes, that will work nicely. Now, how to carry them? Oh wait. This one has a hole through it. And so does this one. Now I just need some twine.
*Thosar selects one bone die and one wood die both are about the size of a newborn's fist. Both are used and worn and have a hole through the middle of them. He turns to Natala.*
"These are the ones. Do you sell any twine?"
"Oh, and sunrods?"
As she speaks, she withdraws a spool of flexible wire from a drawer, and cuts off a piece the length of her arm, which she holds out to Thosar.
"I think this will serve you better than twine. You'll notice, as well, there's more than one hole cut through each of those; they're cut symmetrically, so that you can actually roll them.
"If you remove them from the wire, of course." ;)
"If the sunrods are going for the same price they used to be, I'll take four. And what do I owe you for the holy symbol?"
*Thosar takes the wire and runs it through both dice and then he puts them around his neck. He wraps the wire around itself securely behind his neck. After a few final adjustments, Thosar looks at Natala.*
"Does that look alright?"
Roll them? Interesting. Leaving some decisions to the Mother. I like that. Though I can't imagine she would teach her path and not require some decisions to be made without chance. Some.
.oO(Or if it's not, it should be.)
Moving to another area of the shop, it takes her a few minutes of poking around, but she finally finds the sunrods where they have mingled among sticks of incense and brings out four.
"And here are these-- oh!" She stops short as she hears a distinctive whistle from the kitchen. "That would be the tea."
Holding the sunrods out to Thosar as she brushes past him, she moves to the kitchen to tend the kettle.
"Thank you again."
*He takes the four sunrods as Natala passes and then follows her to the kitchen.*
"We should probably take the rest of our conversation to the back room. Let me pay for these first though, so it won't be on my mind."
Ordemetrex knows there's plenty of other things to stew up here already.
"The sunrods will total 8 pieces of gold. And let's wait a couple more minutes before going to the back room; I'll bless water for you while the tea steeps, and that, too, can be one less thing on either of our minds.
"If you'll pour the tea?"
She goes into the main room, choosing two of the same sort of flasks she sold Gamis, and retrieving the needed silver from the locked armoir. She returns with this to the kitchen.
"If you can stand at the doorway, to make sure I'm not disturbed while I do this, in case anyone else enters?"
She fills each flask and sets them before her. She carefully sprinkles the silver around and across each, incanting a prayer as she does so.
A few minutes later, the silver has disappeared, and she turns to Thosar with the flasks.
"There you are, then. Shall we talk, now, and have tea?"
Fascinating. The words of the Mother. She speaks it as if she has for years. Humble and yet deserving. It is too bad she could not teach me the path.
*Thosar takes off his backpack and puts the sunrods and holy water in it. He nods.*
"Yes, that will work."
*Thosar appears to get slightly more nervous though he is doing a masterful job of disguising it. He takes a cup and hands one to Natala then steps aside, indicating that she should lead.*
"What's got you so nervous, now?" she asks softly as Thosar sits opposite her.
It's best to just say it how it is, I suppose.
*Not one to seem like a blabbering fool, Thosar sets his mind to simply discuss his feelings. He looks at Natala.*
"Talking about my feelings."
"It wasn't a trait that was encouraged in my family. That's not an excuse, it is just a fact."
"Since our discussion a few days ago I've been trying to figure out how to handle what I am feeling. I'm not sure I've figured it out but I thought it might help to talk with you."
*Thosar shifts in his seat and a hand curls around the tea cup. A discussion can be heard coming from out in the store front.*
"I was hurt last time we spoke because I interpreted some of the things you said a certain way. I was assuming."
"I'd just like to ask you directly. I don't want to guess anymore."
"You've always been a dear friend to me and sometimes I felt as though you were my closest friend. Before, though, it was different. I was different. Coming back in this new form changed me in a lot of ways."
"I guess I'm just trying to say I care about you and I'd like to know how you feel about that."
*Thosar turns his cup where it sits, occasionally looking down at it as he speaks.*
"I'm not one to talk much about my feelings, either... to let them out. Not because it's been discouraged, but... I've always found it dangerous.
"It's dangerous for me to talk too much about my past... and so it's dangerous for me to let anyone get too close to me, because then they start wanting to know more."
She pauses again, pulling her thoughts together.
"I've also tried, for a long time, to keep away from any kind of... relationship. I felt my devotion to Ordemetrex precluded that; putting Her first meant any mortal must come second, and that seemed unfair to me. Yet I could not... cannot... do otherwise.
"I cannot do otherwise. That's one thing that will never change about me... but it seems, of late, that things have been changing around me."
She falls silent, lost in her thoughts for a time.
"I've developed closer friendships than I've had in many years. None really know... my background... but most accept me for who I am now.
"I'm beginning to wonder... I was brought back for a purpose, I'm sure of that. I don't know what that purpose is, though I'm beginning to guess... and if I'm right, I will need allies. I will need all the strength the Mother has granted me, personally, as well, but...
"The Mother gives us feelings for a purpose. It is She who has made us interdependent, just as it is She who has made me who I am now."
She looks at Thosar, now, as she continues to speak.
"I've been realizing... and it is a process that's still going on!... that I've been pushing people away more than I need to. More than I should."
.oO(It's like what I said to Miss Clarice, in the temple...)
"And the people who care enough to ask about the things I don't like to talk about... Like you did... I can't throw that away, just because it frightens me."
She slowly reaches across the table to touch Thosar's hand. Her own hand is trembling.
Wow. I knew she was holding a lot in, but I didn't know it was so much. Just stay calm right now. We need to sort things out.
*He pauses before speaking. His face is calm, but his eyes are alive.*
"I had thought many times in the past few days of asking about your past but I did not want to intrude. I think you will tell someone when, and if, you are ready."
"Please know that it is our decision to help. If you have been carrying your hidden past for as long as I think you have, it could never be said that you expected anyone to help. We are your friends, and we want to help. I want to help."
*Thosar looks up to Natala now, searching her green eyes.*
"I am just now beginning to understand your devotion to the Mother. I would never begrudge you it because, even though you have never told me, I know that She has helped you. Preserved you. And I will never be able to thank her enough for that."
*After holding her gaze for a moment, he looks back to their hands.*
"I don't know what it is that frightens you. And I don't know that I would understand if I did. But that doesn't matter as much as the fact that I am here, and I will help you, regardless of the outcome."
*Thosar looks at his tea for a moment.*
"And I care about you deeply. More deeply than I've been able to express."
*Again, his eyes meet hers.*
"There's more than that, but that is a part of it."
Strain is evident in Natala's face, and when she speaks again after another long pause, her voice has taken on a rough edge.
"I care about you, also, Thosar... as a friend, as a fellow child of Ordemet... as... I'm not sure what else.
"...
"I'm sorry. This is hard for me... Perhaps we can talk again, once you've returned safely from the trip you're about to take?"
Her eyes search his as she waits for his answer.
"I trust you," she adds as an apparent non sequitur.
"Natala, I... I am having a difficult time... "
*He looks back up into her eyes and then hastily down to their hands. He sighs and seems resolved for a moment. In one fluid motion he is standing and leaning over the table, his vest brushes against their held hands as his lips meet Natala's. The passion flares for a moment and then is restrained as Thosar withdraws back to his seat. He holds her hand gently for a moment.*
"A difficult time restraining my feelings."
*He gives an awkward smile.*
"I will return safely. I would not miss seeing you again for the world, Natala."
*He looks at their hands and one of his hands starts to trace Natala's fingers. He then looks back at her and speaks as if answering a question.*
"I know, and I do not take it lightly."
Thosar can feel Natala's face grow warm, and when he sits back down, he can see her face is flushed.
"I..."
She sits without speaking for a long moment, looking between Thosar's face and their hands.
"I thought I said, when you come back?" she says, finally.
"I have to go and prepare for the journey."
"I will return and I look forward to continuing this conversation."
.oO(Why did I say that? That's not what I meant to say...)
She looks at Thosar's joyful face.
.oO(Was it?)
.oO(Don't know why I'm heading here, really. It's just that that lady seems to know everything... I should really confess myself to the church after this. I will when I have time)
Mrs. Natala? Are you in? Oh, hi, Mrs. Natala. I wanted to talk to you about Aria for a minute, if you have time.
)Something of Natala's thoughts on this point show in her expression, but she says only:
"I do have time, though I'm not sure I can help. Have you heard from her? No one else seems to have since we left the temple."
That was why I came to talk to you. I had an idea that I would tail her and make sure she was okay, but I haven't been able to at all. I lost her immediately. I'm worried that she's ... well, unbalanced. And I don't want to see her hurt by her assumptions about the state of her sister. Your spell, it speaks only to the body, right? And I know that and you know that, and rationally, Aria knows that. But her misdirected -- not to say incorrect -- sense of hope distorts the reality of life and death. I don't know that Aria really has faith in the Mother or her Son or anything but her own passion and mind and that disturbs me greatly. That's a dangerous way to think, and I can't think that the mother would willingly send Alissa back to such a delusional person.
I like Aria quite a lot, despite everything. She's got a fire that burns in her, and that reminds me of me. I'm only talking to you dispassionately now because I'm tired and worn out from the work. I can't say that I wouldn't be exactly like her in her situation, although I pray daily for strength.
If you see her, would you please try to help her for me. Send her to me if you think I can help. I live in the northeast district with my parents, here (hands her a note with his housenumber written on it). For the meantime, I can't wrap myself in her situation without any sign of progress lest I go insane.
Thanks for letting me talk things out to you, even if the conversation's a little one-sided. I appreciate it.
"There are two missions about to set out, aimed at earning money for an attempt to raise Mrs. Woodhome. I wouldn't be surprised if Miss Amberhawk shows up at the last minute to participate in one of those...
"They're both organized by the Silver Swords Adventurers' Guild; one is headed by Sir Gamis of the Silver Swords, the other by Sir Darkar Shadowood of Lord Malifaeyr's Jackals."
She pauses.
"I'm not sure how skilled you are at channeling the light of the First Son, Cousin, but I'm certain another cleric would be welcome on either mission; one seeks a powerful undead in a tomb, and the other, to rid a ruined castle of undead.
"I think Miss Amberhawk would be most likely to join up with the latter, since the the trip into the desert, seeking a mummy, is also meant to help Miss NaShae's mother."
Where's the adventurer's guild? Is that where I need to go?
"Be safe while I'm gone."
"I know I am the one leaving the city but we both know how dangerous this city can be."
*He holds her a while longer and then speaks again.*
"I..."
*He leans away from her but still keep his arms around her. His face near to hers.*
"I will be leaving soon and still have some things to prepare. I'm not sure I will be able to make it by again before I go."
"I will come directly here though, when I return. Or at the least get word to you that I am safe if I cannot come directly."
*He keeps his eyes on her for a moment, his arms still around her. He hugs her close again and whispers in her ear.*
"You are beautiful. Have I ever told you that?"
*He pulls away a moment later, holding her hand as he grabs his backpack. He looks at her and gently squeezes her hand.*
"I'll see you soon."
*He turns and heads out of the back room and a moment later out into the street.*
[To Market Square]
Natala first proceeds by pointing out the various salves and oils used to treat bandages for burns, making Ran smell - and for some even taste - them to try and identify the ingredients used. She explains why certain herbs and plants are used, how they need to be prepared and what to pay special attention to when steeping the bandages in the fluids and when she's satisfied with the amount of new knowledge to be processed, quickly packs everything in her bag and sets out for the candlemaker's shop. On the way over, Ran is alternatingly quizzed on what he just learned and explained how to deal with still very sensitive new-grown skin.
The patient is waiting on a cot in the back of the candle factory, and Ran is instructed to copy Natala's ministrations to the boy's right side to the left, gently removing the old wrappings, cleaning the skin with fresh water before applying a cooling salve and finally rewrapping every patch of skin affected. The healer repeats her previous instructions to one of the boy's fellow apprentices to make sure he gets plenty of water to drink and that he may not exercise until she pronounces him hale enough for light work.
After a few words of encouragement for the patient - the importance of which she stresses to Ran on the way back - Natala takes her student back to the Mystic Shop, where she puts him to work on making the oil for tomorrow's bandages, guiding him through the process while occupying herself with the customers occasionally visiting the store.
His efforts pronounced succesful, Ran is released for the day when the sun is already markedly past its zenith, but the monk feels a great deal of satisfaction at the thought of having been able to help someone so badly hurt. The scent of mint and oil still on his hands, he returns to Mrs Weatherby's boarding house to deal with his more mundane but equally necessary tasks there.
[to Church of Agathalos]
Minto gets off the dog and knocks on the door before entering.
Once inside he calls out.
"Miss Natala? Are you here?"
He wanders ifurther into the store and looks around.
"Did you get a chance to examine that bit of rock I got from the Travellars?"
"The rest of the group has just set out. But I thought the stne might tell us something usefull so I'll be catching up with them as soon as I find out what you've found out."
"Yes, I called on Ordemetrex's aid in reading the scraps of text not an hour ago, Mr. Newberry. I don't see how it will help, though it might be a different matter if anyone knew more about the kingdom it came from. It seems to be a scrap of geneaology for the inhabitant of the tomb it came from -- here, I've written it down in the common tongue, as best I could."
The scrap of parchment she gives Minto reads:
[fragment of a name?] begat Grimnyr the Fallen begat Helip...
Andred the Grim begat Vorgrim, great in battle...
I wonder what today's session has in store. So much to learn...
The elf greets Natala warmly, and makes a deep bow to show his respect.
Natala wraps two certain pairs of boots in rough brown paper, tying it around them with twine.
.oO(One brought to me to imitate, the other imbued with the power of Ordemetrex, and with a part of myself.)
She carries them with her to the Temple.
Some time later, she returns with a heavy sack, which she locks carefully away.
"I should be back by midafternoon, if anyone needs me specifically, Mr. Enelevin."
Taking a basket and a few coins with her, she leaves for the marketplace.
So far, while we've covered theory thoroughly, most of what we've done has been immediately applicable. Since I requested it, nearly everything I've learned has been practical. Maybe I shouldn't want to run before I can walk - I think mistress Natala probably has a wealth of knowledge to share that I won't be able to use straightaway, but which will deepen my understanding later on. I know about symptoms, but nothing about maladies. I think I'll bring this up after today's lesson.
And that was just an introduction. It'll be weeks, if not months, before we'll have covered this subject well enough. I'm looking forward to it though - it's been very interesting so far.
Afterwards, Ran returns to his assignment at the exhibition. He'll have to hurry to finish up before he has to be at the Last Lich, since he's supposed to help and stay until most of the pieces of art have been moved to their permanent spots in their owner's residency.
“This,” she says, tapping the first card she set down, a skeletal figure bearing a scythe, “represents you. You’ve undergone dramatic changes lately, ones forced on you by events -- possibly the death of one close to you?”
_
*Anaya watches as Natala lays the cards on the table and instantly notices the skeletal figure holding a scythe and closes her eyes for a moment and looks at Natala as she speaks and nods, staying quiet*
Nodding to acknowledge the elf’s response, Natala indicates the card that partially covers the first, showing a young man bearing swords off a battlefield, with mourners in the background under a wild sky.
“And this is your question... You should beware the actions of others as you seek your answers. A time not to be selfish, but to stay in control of situations that affect you.”
_
*Anaya looks at the card as Natala points it out and nods solemnly. Still staying quiet*
Natala ceases to indicate cards in the order they were laid out, instead selecting particular cards in pairs.
“This,” she says of a card showing a green-robed man on a throne , “is external influences; it works together with this one, your recent past.” The other she indicates a burning tower on a hillside.
“You’ve come under the influence of a corrupt individual who abuses control, preferring gain through others’ hard work to working himself.”
.oO(I wonder... Though she doesn’t seem the type. Still...)
“You’ve also... Hm. This seems more connected to your troubles with Miss NaShae than with Mr. Heishall. You’ve caused a major problem through your own negligence; the actions of another may have have had some influence, but it’s your own doing, and it will take time to put things right. Do not let this opportunity to change pass you by.”
_
*Anaya looks at the card with the burning tower*
_
.oO(Verinal....)
_
*she looks at the card that Natala points out next and nods*
_
I understand...
Natala nods with a glance that meets the young woman’s eyes. The next card she indicates shows a... is the moon full, or a mere sliver? Either way, dogs are certainly howling up at it.
“Your emotions.”
She points to another card, an enthroned woman holding a sword aloft.
“And the root of the problem.”
She pauses.
“You’re confused, and reluctant to do what you think needs to be done because it seems impractical. You may be right about that; if you’ve been daydreaming, you need to settle down and think practically about the situation.
“There’s something more than that, though. Selfishness, on your part, and by someone else, I think.”
She pauses, speaking slowly.
“I think perhaps it’s that you’ve been concentrating on your role in the situations you’re in to the point of ignoring what others need in your efforts to help... and that someone’s not giving you credit for the good intentions behind those efforts.”
*Anaya raises her head after looking at the cards and looks at Natala. After a short pause she nods*
The next two cards Natala points out have a hand reaching out of a cloud, holding aloft a crowned sword, and a horned figure on a throne holding the chains that bind two demons.
“Your actions will be delayed; you must be very careful. Another who has excessive influence over you will redirect your actions. There’s temptation in your future... offers of power. This card,” she says of the one with the horned man, “is a powerful warning to change. The position it’s in indicates the near future.”
Natala’s eyes hold those of the young elf.
“Beware.”
*Anaya’s eyes hold Natala's in turn*
_
.oO(Power? Temptation? What could that mean? Something's going on...)
The final two cards depict, in turn, a woman in purple robes, sitting on a throne and holding aloft an ornate goblet; and a hand in the sky, cradling a gold coin that shines with a star engraved on it.
“This card,” Natala says of the first, “shows what you’re aiming for: compassion, and...” She hesitates over the phrasing. “...strong feelings. The formation of a family unit -- whether an actual family, or people you feel as family towards, the meaning applies.
“The second is the outcome you will finally come to. Happiness, and a golden opportunity -- if you heed the warning given you by the other cards.”
_
*Anaya looks at the layout of the cards, trying to put the pieces together..she understands up to where the cards and what Natala told her about temptation and the offering of power*
_
.oO(What sort of power could possibly be offered to me? )
_
*she then looks at the card of the woman and the hand from the sky*
.oO(Family...something I haven't been able to feel since being with Cas..He is the only family I have left...)
_
*she blinks*
_
.oO(But I have found family here in the city..could that be what it is talking about? Or is there something more?)
_
*she looks back up at Natala and nods*
Natala nods seriously in return.
.oO(She doesn’t talk as much as most do during a reading, but this is clearly saying something to her -- something she doesn’t want to say, I’d wager.)
“You wanted a reading of the signs in nature, in a few days’ time?”
The two agree that Anaya will return when time allows her...
"I'll have payment for the herbs you brought then."
...and the druid departs.
.oO(I've been making what efforts I can towards the spell to help what they intend to do, of course, but it's going just as slowly as I feared. Perhaps... Yes, perhaps it would help to find community in the church, today, since so many of those I normally look to for companionship are gone.)
She leaves a message for Codrian, indicating that he should open the shop and carry on until she returns.
.oO(Yes, perhaps this will clear my mind.)
She locks the door behind her as she goes.
I'm actually quite curious about how all this knowledge of the internal organs and how they work and what they do was gathered. Although I'm not sure I really want to know...
The elf enters after politely knocking and waits for his teacher to show up.
"I'll need to ask you the favor, Mr. Enelevin, of watching the shop alone for a time -- several days, at least. I need to participate in a rescue mission, on behalf of the temple; it seems there is still a man being held captive by the dragon I know you saw with the Jackals, and with Mr. Waverstone still out of town, there's no one else I can ask. If you cannot do it, I will have to close the shop."
He assents to watching the shop, and Natala turns to preparing the shop, as well as herself, for her absence.
*glances around, Ixchal clinging grimly to her shoulder*
Natala? I'm sorry, are you busy?
I need to replenish my spell components. I'm not sure what I need most, so I'm just going to get a bit of everything, I do hope it isn't inconvenient but I've just found I'm leaving town first thing in the morning...
*tapping the fingers of one hand with the index finger of the other, she rambles off a list*
Let's see, powdered rhubarb leaf, some adder's stomachs, powdered lime, powdered carbon, bat guano -- and why hasn't A'maelhin returned, blast him? -- sulphur, a half dozen small crystal beads, oh, Ixchal ate my candle, so a small candle as well.
That should do it...
She breaks off as Mirielle enters.
"Leaving town tomorrow? As am I, Dame," she says to the wizard. "You wouldn't be --"
She catches the last item on Mirielle's list of components.
"Ixchal ate your what?"
Yes, my little candle, she was bored... You're leaving? But... but... Not forever, I hope!
*Ixchal scrambles to the floor, having scented a mouse*
"I'm leaving on a mission for the Temple tomorrow, a rescue mission of a man being held captive by a dragon. They said they had sought help from the Hightower; I thought perhaps that might be you?"
She turns back to Ran.
"And that is what I was about to tell you, Mr. Ran. I will be out of town, seeking this dragon, so your lessons will have to be suspended... unless you wish to accompany me? I do need companions; I'm sure you're aware of the dangers inherent in seeking a dragon."
Oh! You're the temple representative? Wonderful! Yes, that is where I'm going, evidently it's a red dragon and I've need of a scale from it, for NaShae's ... problem.
Ran's eyes go wide at the mention of such a fabled creature
"I might join you just for the chance of seeing one, although I appreciate the danger involved in such an endeavour, if not from experience..."
It takes the elf no time at all to make up his mind.
"I'll gladly accompany you, if you'll have me."
"The Temple will be providing us with supplies; I'll see you both there in the morning.
"Now... spell components for you, Dame? And then your lesson, Mr. Ran..."
After selling Mirielle the appropriate spell components, Natala guides Ran through today's lesson: the functions of the stomach and the colon.
Excellent. So that makes four of us? That doesn't seem like much, to take on a dragon...
*pays for her spell components*
We'll just have to be particularly clever, I suppose.
'Til tomorrow, then!
*Ixchal comes running, Mirielle scoops her up, and they depart*
"Until tomorrow, lady mage."
The prospect of seeking out a dragon - a red one too, aren't they supposedly the most fierce? - is more than a little daunting and at first the elf has a hard time concentrating on the major digestive organ. Natala can be strict when she has to be though, and a gentle but firm reminder straightens him out.
Afterwards, the elf goes straight towards the Silver Sword headquarters to warn Volos about his whereabouts for the next days, arrange for a replacement bouncer for the Last Lich and pick up some equipment.
I should go by the market as well - pick up supplies.
She returns but an hour later, and settles down for a good night's sleep in preparation for tomorrow's early departure.
[To Scales Adventure Thread]
And then again, more urgently.
"Come on..." he hisses. "You've got to be in..."
A third time he tries knocking, but a noise from up the street frightens him off. Two guards approach.
"Did you see him?"
"No, but he shouldn't be too hard to find. That was a nice shot."
"Well, if I was aiming for the arm, sure. I meant to get him in the leg."
"Oh. Yeah, that would have helped more. Still, he's bleeding, at least."
"For now. Let's hope we find him first."
"Too right."
The pair continue their search through the streets.
"That's the place. When you go there, it'll be the woman who owns the place you want to talk to, not one of the men who work for her. They can be trusted to keep their mouths shut -- she insists on that -- but they can't help you much unless you want to buy something."
Natala...
Kai closes his eyes for a few moments before opening them back up. He looks down at Tareh then back up to the shop.
I suppose it wouldnt hurt to pay a visit.
*enters the shop*
"I'll meet you when you come back out."
Inside the shop, Kai sees a blond half-elven man, perhaps half a foot taller than himself. The man looks bored in the shop, empty as it is of customers at the moment, until he sees Kai arrive.
"Oh, hullo," he says. "Haven't seen you here before. What can I do for you?"
Natala, I wish to speak with her.
.oO(Sometimes I wonder why she employs anyone at all. Half the people who come in want her and only her.)
"She's not here right now. Is there anything I can do? If it's healing, I might be able to help, but if you want your fortune told or just to talk to Natala, you'll need to come back later."
When will she return?
"You might try back in a few days, or a week, unless it's an emergency. She's wrapped up in some spell research right now; it's been taking up all her attention since she got back to town."
Upon exiting the shop, Kai walks unto the street and takes a look around in search for Tareh.
"What did you find out?" she asks, leading him away from the temple, through the mercantile district, and into the slums in the south of town.
[to Elsewhere]
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
Good afternoon.
Adds as an after thought.
Here, behind the counter which can be seen or then not from the door.
Politely shakes his head.
I regret to say that she isn't available today, as she's been recently very busy with research projects of hers.
.oO(I swear, I will soon hang a sign to the door that says "The Lady is not in".)
May I enquire what sort of business you hoped to conduct with her? I might be able to help if it involved healing or sale of some objects.
.oO(Of course I can't help, as you just have to see her.)
So, good master, you suspect that you might have some, still hidden to be precise, innate magical talent? And to allay your doubts, you would have like Natala to do a reading on you? Am I correct in my very hasty guess of the situation that has brought you, master, to this establishment?
*disappointed*
"I suppose you don't have the same talents as the lady, then."
"I had considered going to the Hightower, but I am afraid that studying books has never appealed to me. I prefer the simpler pleasures: cooking and fighting."
"I've taken up employment in the Nobody's Inn, a place on the less moneyed side of town. The owner, Marroc, seems to be a nice enough person. He's hired me as a cook, and said he might have some side-jobs for me. Have you heard of the place?"
.oO(She should hire a back-up seer.)
But, please do tell me of your suspicions, feelings and whatever you look to be connected to the matter. I might not possess the gift of seeing the future, but I am neither employed here just for finding items on the shelves.
If it is as you think, Hightower can't help you much. They are not interested much about raw magical talent, as they seek the control of power through studying rather than living with it. Though, I have heard that once one has realized to really possess a magical talent to some extent... tower's library can be most helpful to further understanding what one can do and what not.
I thought that if I spent some time with people who used magic a lot, like yourself or Natala, then I might be able to understand how it works. My dream would be to somehow control it, and to learn all the ways that it can be used in the kitchen. I would become a famous magical chef, travelling the countryside, aweing people with my delicious creations..."
Maelut realizes he has become carried away, and trails off. He blushes slightly, ashamed of having such a grand and unattainable goal.
"I had hoped that I might be able to spend some time looking over someone's shoulder to learn what it is that I might have. I would, of course, be willing to work in exchange. I'm employed as a cook in the Nobody's Inn, but I'm certain that I could find time to run small errands for you and Natala.
Anyway...I suppose it's silly. But I had just hoped..."
Exhausted from spilling his dreams to this stranger, Maelut lapses into a hopeful silence.
Smiles to Maelut. Is silent for a spell before speaking again.
.oO(Hour, changes to the taste of the food, once per day... he might be casting that one spell I know as well.)
Alas, I think there may be one snag in your plan if the situation is what you think. You see, master, that when innate magical talent is concerned, learning more about one's ability by watching others may not be very efficient. Even while every person possessing the skill draws the energy powering the spells from the same source... the way it manifests to the person is different almost unique to every person.
Moreover, I regret to inform, that Lady Natala's abilities are powered by grace of the Mother. I am very much in same position, though not completely, for me Thalos gives certain powers.
But, to return to what you said about occasionally getting an odd warmth to your hands... let's make a small test, if it's okay with you.
Takes a piece of bread (part of his lunch) and breaks it to five pieces that he lays on the counter.
Five pieces of completely normal bread. Taste them if you want.
Says couple words of power and takes hold of each piece of bread in turn. After that gestures at the pieces.
Now, please taste each one of them. Then tell me your thoughts.
[OOC: Prestidigitation cast on pieces of bread, altered taste of each one with it. Think up suitable tastes.]
One by one, he gingerly picks up each piece, as though afraid that it might turn into a carp without any warning, and tastes the bread.
After each taste, he become more excited. His apprehension giving way to amazement.
"Almonds?"
"Lavendar!"
"Cherry!"
"Beef?!"
"This last one...it's what I've tasted in my cooking....a strange blend that I can't name. Could this really mean what I hope it means?!"
Beef? Well, I am not a cook and thus can't so well imagine the tastes. But nevertheless, plain bread became something bit more exotic.
If you can achieve the same result for your foods, of course better picking the suitable taste, it may very well mean that you have a budding talent in you. Though, with manifestation of infrequent usage of one single spell, it is nigh impossible to tell more precisely what sort of talent you have. I know that some people tap their innate ability by singing, others through known words of power and gestures.
Also, you really can't rush surfacing ability. From what I know, for some people talents take years to manifest even at the slightest level, while others gain their abilities via some accident, event or what not. But on the very basic level, I might be able to tell you something about having such talent.
"I had hoped for a faster way, but I suppose that it was wrong for me to do so. If the gods wish it, then it shall be in their time, not mine."
"Thank you for all you have told me, I feel satisfied that my hopes were not entirely in vain. I must soon return to my kitchen, as mealtime fast approaches."
"Is there anything else that you would suggest I do?"
Plainly said, try adventuring, sometimes extreme conditions and situations do hurry surfacing of a talent.
I am sorry that I can't help you more now, but if you feel some progress happening come to visit again. And maybe I can tell you something more about what is happening.
Maelut smiles with a dreamer's hope.
"But as you say, I shan't rush it. I hope that I will be back here with more news for you in future days. And, should you hear of any adventure that might suit my interest (or my talents) please don't hesitate to tell me."
He indicates the cooking knives that hang at his waist.
"I can use these out of the kitchen as well."
"But, I must be off. My thanks again to you."
The young human hurries out the door, stumbling over the threshold in his hurry to get back to work. As he races down the streets, he barely avoids running into walls and people, as he imagines his future.
"I knew it all along...serves them all right!"
[to Nobody's Inn]
.oO(Who forgot to tell his name in his excitement. Thus, you shall be labeled as the cook. But, please, don't take up the habit of heroes from tales... throwing around bad jokes and puns. Like, I can almost imagine you swinging those knives and saying to a dead foe "No one beats me in kitchen." Lame!)
Watches as Maelut leaves. Busies himself with dusting some shelves before returning to the normal pastime of watching ants working.
Wealdy walks into the store, Maelut's book under his arm. He is muttering to himself.
"That boy fancies himself a wizard, taking care to protect his precious book. I wouldn't think it's worth it. I always say that if you can't remember it on your own, it's not worth remembering. But, if he's willing to pay for someone to stick a book on their shelf, that's his affair."
He sees Codrian leaning over the desk, watching two mice fighting over a piece of bread. As he watches, the piece of bread begins to slowly rise, the two mice squeak loudly at it, and then scamper back to their homes.
"Yes, can I help you?"
"Maelut, our cook, asked me to ask you to take care of this book while he's out on some goblin-hunting expedition. He gave me a silver piece to pay you with."
Codrian smiles inwardly, amused at the effect his word had upon the impressionable cook. He takes the book, and places it on a shelf beside some scrolls.
"I'll do it for free, it's my pleasure. Wish him luck on my behalf."
Wealdy pockets the silver piece, pleased with his good fortune. Smiling, he returns to Nobodys Inn.
She speaks with Codrian, who fills her in on what's happened in her absence -- including the masked man who sought her, and the crazy cook who wanted insight into his potential for magic.
She gives him several days off, in thanks for covering the shop single-handedly while she was away.
He's back, though, and Natala hard at work at some nameless task when Wealdy comes by with Maelut's book.
"And why did you tell him there would be no charge?" she asks, tongue in cheek. "I'm not in the business of providing storage services here, after all."
Leafing through the book slightly to make certain she is not being asked to keep something likely to cause trouble, she locks it safely away.
.oO(Need to think about travel to Clerihew soon... Hate to leave Mr. Enelevin with all the responsibility again so soon, though. Best to wait until Mr. Waverstone returns, if I can.)
Has it been so long? Those dark places and dark things in that keep, they seem to have taken time away from me. Life away from me. I hope she is safe. I'm sure she knows how it is to have life and time taken; to have your perspective change so drastically. Irreversibly. I hope she is home.
*As he is walking out of the door a large man erupts out of it and pushes past him. As he continues down the street and around the corner he curses and talks to himself.*
"Damn fortunetellers! I need answers, not rhetoric! Maybe if I hire more guards, it won't matter and..."
*Thosar watches after the man, then turns and enters the shop.*
Answers. So much in the eye of the beholder.
*Glancing around, Thosar waves to Codrian.*
"Hello Codrian. How has business been?"
*Codrian smiles.*
"Better than that fellow would have you think."
*Thosar nods and smiles.*
"Glad to hear it."
"I just got back in town and I need to check with Natala before I get some rest."
*Codrian nods and goes back to reading a book. Thosar makes his way through the aisles and knocks on the wood next to the doorway to the back. His free hand trembles slightly and he grabs his hammer on his belt to stop it.*
Look at me. Just get back from battling hordes of undead creatures and facing two ghosts down when almost everyone else has fled and I can't even face her without shaking. Some fearless warrior.
"Natala?"
Natala is sitting at the table, the bridge of her nose pinched between thumb and forefinger in a gesture of tiredness, when Thosar sticks his head through the curtain.
"Thosar." She smiles and rises. As she nears the unbathed elf, her nose wrinkles slightly, but she doesn't comment, and passes by him.
She returns after only a moment with a vial of crimson liquid.
"I wanted to get this for you, before I forgot again. You left it with me, to find out what it was, a long time ago — before we first went to Clerihew, in fact. It protects you, and your gear, from divination spells."
She chuckles.
"The kind I specialize in, in fact. It's not complete protection, but if you think someone might be using magic to spy on you, it would make that very difficult for several hours."
*A young messenger stops by to drop a note off for Natala and runs off humming a tune happily.*
*Natala recognizes the upside-down tear-shaped seal to be Tynk's. It reads...*
Natala,
As you are probebly aware I have returned from the dark fortress. The trip was dangerous and a true trial. But I am happy, for everyone came out intact. I think I have learned much this trip, one thing being I have a lot to learn.
I will be very busy for the next week following up on my responsibilities to my companions. I hope you are not overwhelmed with the shop and can do without my help. If you are, please do not hesitate to ask of it. I would only be upset if you were in need and did not give me the chance to be there.
I expect to be able to afford the proper tools of alchemy I have spoken so much of. I may need a little more space (and a larger table), if you still would like me to be set up within your shop. With these tools I expect to have much more success on the more difficult tasks of alchemy I have previously stumbled with.
One more thing...I seek guidence. You see, we mages are not well thought of to be inclined in the area of spirituality. But I cannot take a breath without feeling it as a gift...tasting every scent, sweet or foul, in a profound manner. However, I am confused...and there was this dream...perhaps you could offer me that which I may not know I am ready to hear.
Forgive me, I ramble (even when I write). I am glad to be home and hope that all is well.
~Tynk Waverstone
She's safe. Oh thank you Mother for your bounty in blessing thy servants.
*Thosar reaches out and takes the potion.*
"Thank you."
*Stepping back and looking embarassed, the elf speaks.*
"I apologize, I haven't cleaned up since returning from Undeath keep. Er.. the keep we went to."
*He looks down at the potion in his hand at his side. he looks back at Natala.*
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I would like to talk with you after I have cleaned up and gotten some rest. I... We learned a few things at the keep. Some things you may want to hear. Would you be free tomorrow or later tonight?"
"I don't have plans for this evening or tomorrow evening. Or I can make time in the day tomorrow, if you prefer. I'll be interested to hear about your adventure... and what you learned.
"I can tell you about the dragon in the mountains as well."
She pauses.
"I'm glad to see you back safely. Is everyone else all right, as well?" she asks softly.
*Thosar smiles and his face lightens. Then frowns when he hears mention of a dragon.*
"Dragon? You encountered a dragon?"
"Indeed, I would like to hear about that. Again, I am glad you have safely returned."
*His face darkens again at mention of the others, and how they faired.*
"They are alright, yes. Though that place has taken a toll on many. Silmarwen said Aric could be healed but one of the ghosts we encountered took something from him. Some of his life energy. He was different."
"I trust Silmarwen though, that it can be restored."
"Some of the others were also effected by that same ghost. Their faces did not look the same. She said that could be fixed also."
"It was a difficult journey. But more on that later."
*Thosar gives a wry smile. Then bows.*
"It is wonderful to see you again, Natala. I will come and visit you tonight, if that's ok."
"I'll see you tonight, then" she says simply.
She sees him out and goes about her day, her mood much lighter this afternoon than after that large man scattered her runestones and stormed out.
How many times have I rushed through here and not taken the time to just stop and feel. Perhaps I need to slow things down and take a look at where I'm headed. Perhaps.
*Some noise to one side of the shop brings the elf from his thoughts. He moves over and looks down an aisle at Natala as she straightens some items on a shelf.*
She has more silver in her hair it seems, since last I saw her. How beautiful she is.
*Thosar clears his throat as he approaches so as not to alarm the fortuneteller.*
"May I help?"
"No need. I'm finished -- I was just straightening things out a bit. They do get disarranged, in the course of a day... Even in this, you have to balance between the forces of chaos and order. Allow chaos to take over, and things get lost; but too much order makes people afraid to touch, and to buy..."
She stops, smiling again.
"I'm rambling, of course."
.oO(And what did I say to Tynk about rambling, this afternoon?)
Her smile grows a bit wider.
"Have you eaten? Would you like to go somewhere -- perhaps to the Last Lich?"
This is a first. And I was already thinking about going there. She is a mind reader for sure. Well, sometimes.
"You read my mind."
*The elf nods.*
"That sounds like a great idea."
She wraps her shawl around her shoulders, and carries a worn pair of boots.
"I'll want these ready before I travel to Clerihew, I think," she adds, locking the door as they leave.
*Nodding to himself, he turns to head back out, almost bumping into Natala whom had snuck up behind him. Startled he stammers a short greeting but gives up and just hugs her instead, happy to see her ok after so much that has happened.*
*They walk to the back room and he sets to the roughtine of making tea while Natala situates herself and asks of his studies.*
"You know, almost two weeks and it seems like many months. Master Cione layed into me about wasting my youth on such 'perilous escapades', so he calls them."
*He sets the tea down between them and fills both cups.*
"Elfmist is ok? You know, he is pretty convincing. I do not know how to argue against his line of logic when it comes to my choice to use my magic and endanger myself to see my friends alive."
*They share a confortable silence as Tynk tries to calculate the perfect combination of words as he dares to get to the point of this meeting.*
.oO(I am fooling myself if I think this can be solved the same way I solve arcanic equations.)
*Clears his throat.*
"I see often people who come to you for insight, and watch as they leave content with what you tell them. Well I come to you now looking for a piece of that, for I am at a loss...Though I can understand if you lack insight on such a bizzare matter."
*Tynk describes his dream in detail, having remembered it from dreaming it on three occasions.* OoC: For refrence, see page 1 of hightower...halfway down.
"It happens the same way every time; the lizards creature is chased by a menacing wolf, and is lead into a trap by many lizards where it is killed by what I think to be light or electricity."
"I don't know why, but I feel an atachment to the lizard and resentment for the wolf. Perhaps I sympathize with the prey...but I am not sure about that."
*Shakes his head, looking at the floor in front of him.*
"What's more is the realness of the dream. I wake up in shock, feeling as though I was the one struck by the energies the lizards released. I am even blind as though by a bright flash in the darkness, unable to see until sharp spots clear from my vision. And the hairs on the back of my neck and arms..."
*He sees her standing behind the counter, and she smiles when she looks up*
"Hello Ms. Natala."
Natala: "Hello, Aric."
"I require...your healing powers..."
Natala: "What for? You don't look injured."
"While I was gone, we fought some wraiths...and one touched me, and I can sometimes still feel the coldness of its touch."
Natala: "Hmm...yes, I've heard of that before."
"Can you heal me?"
Natala: "Yes, but it will take me a day to prepare the spell. Also, I will need a certain amount of Diamond dust...100 gold's worth to be exact."
"Hmm...well, I do have this scroll that you might like instead."
*Aric shows her the Scroll of Restoration*
Natala: "Oh! That would be suffice as payment aswell, thank you!"
"That's good. I'll see you tomorrow."
*Aric leaves the shop*
The next day:
*Aric enters Natala's shop, and she comes out from the back room*
Natala: "I just finished preparing the spell, come with me."
*Aric follows Natala into the back room, and she motions for him to lie on the bed*
*He lies down, and she begins to chant, and make intricite movements with her hands over his closed eyes*
*Positive energy begins to flow through his body, and Aric opens his eyes for a split-second, and he sees Natala's hands glowing with the energy that he is feeling*
*He closes his eyes, and she soon finishes the spell*
*As she stops chanting, Aric feels as if an evil spirit flies straight out of his body, and he takes in a huge gasp of air*
*He starts to breathe heavily, but he manages to slow his breathing down, and sits up*
Natala: "Are you alright?"
"Yes....thank you. Thank you so much, Natala."
*Natala smiles, and clasps his large hands in her small, delicate ones*
Natala: "Your welcome Aric. I'm glad I could heal you of your ailment."
"Thank you. But I must be going, there are more matters I need to attend to."
Natala: "Alright, have a good day."
"You too, bye Natala."
*Aric waves good bye, and smiles as he opens the door, and walks out into the street, feeling rejuvinated*
Current time
*Humming an elven song Tynk enters the shop and heads straight back to the back. He immediately begins sizing it up and waits for Natala to be finished with an early customer. While waiting he packs all the old equipment except what he may need.*
*She comes back they discuss possible ways the lab can fit. For a while the hustle of reorganization can be heard, until finialy Tynk nods in satifaction.*
"This will do nicely, thank-you so much Natala. I wont be able to use it for some time, but wait until you see it! I already have the set picked out, and I'll be back with it shortly."
*With that he leaves, heading north into the Market Squar.
To Marketplace
*Carries the supplies from the cart and to the back. After paying the cart-driver five silver, he begins immediately setting the new equipment up.*
*Once finished he looks in admiration at his new toy.*
"Now that is a lab worthy of a true alchemist!"
*After stairing a bit more and resisting the urge to begin work immediately, he throws a blanket over the lab and heads out with a wave to Natala (and any else present).*
To Hightower
She peeks out the window, around the drawn curtains. Whoever's there is lost in shadows — deliberately hiding themselves, most likely — but they can see her.
"Let me in!" a voice hisses from outside. "I need help!"
A quick glance up at the stars is enough for the cleric to see that she will almost certainly miss the ceremony; and with that, she puts it out of her mind and opens the door.
"About time!" says the shadowy figure, pushing roughly past her with the second figure he is supporting. "Shut the door, and lock it!"
The half-elf twitches an eyebrow, but does as the burly human says — she was in the process of doing just that already, after a quick glance outside. She turns back to see the larger figure settling his companion into a chair near the fireplace, in which a few embers still glow.
"I hear you're a healer, right?" she asks, and Natala nods. "Well, my friend here is hurt.
"And I'm going to see to it that you give him the help he needs, see?" she adds, her mouth set in a grim expression as a dagger suddenly appears in her hand.
"There's no need for that," the healer responds mildly, but the other continues to glower as Natala kneels at the man's side. "Where is he hurt?"
"His ribs," the human woman says. "They stabbed him. We were... fighting. I think there was something on the blade, though, it won't stop bleeding."
Natala's fingers find the rent in the man's jacket, and feels the sticky wetness there.
"I'll need more light," she murmurs, but her patient speaks up for the first time.
"Best if no one knows we're here," he whispers, somewhat apologetically. "They're probably still looking."
"So we'll be staying until we're sure it's safe to go," his more belligerent companion adds.
"Of course." Natala nods as if this were a given, though her heart is beating faster. There's something she doesn't like about the large, pushy woman — something about the way the woman doesn't seem to recognize her as an ally, or at least a neutral party, as someone who will not turn them in to their enemies or the authorities. "But you can't expect me to work when I can't see what I'm doing, so I'd suggest we go to the back room. No windows there, and I don't think the light will show out the front.
"Through that curtain," she adds, nodding at the back wall.
"I can walk that far, Cila," he says, shuffling to the doorway Natala had indicated.
The woman's body language makes it clear that she expects Natala to follow him immediately, which she does, leaving Cila to follow her into the next room. The knowledge that this volatile woman is alone behind her in a dark room, dagger in hand, makes Natala's back itch with tension.
In the room, the man settles gingerly in the chair nearest the door, and Natala lights the lantern she had expected to carry to light her way to the temple.
"Let's get this jacket off of you," she says, setting the lantern on the table, angling it to shed most of its light on the man's left side. "Your shirt as well... yes, and at least the top half of the armor," she adds as each layer is revealed.
"Now, it's not as warm in here, away from the fire... I'm going to get you a blanket to wrap around yourself," she says carefully after inspecting the wound closely for the first time. "Then I'll get bandages, and water -- the first thing to do is clean this."
"I'll fetch that," Cila breaks in. "You tell me where."
(Intent on keeping me from going where she can't see me, hm?)Oo. Natala muses, but she says only, "The kitchen's the arched doorway in the wall to your left, as you go out."
Alone in the room with her patient, Natala opens a trunk on the floor at the far end of the room. From that, she takes a rough woolen blanket, and several strips of cloth which appear to have been torn from sheets and had their edges bound.
She tucks the blanket around the man's shoulders, leaving space to tend the wound in his left side, and he smiles at her gratefully as his shivering gradually eases. She gives him a quick smile in return, but is serious again as she presses the first of the cloths against his side, applying an even pressure to it with one hand.
With her other hand, she grasps the holy symbol she wears, and intones a prayer to allow her to see things that would not normally be visible.
Her vision changes slightly; things that are poisonous, or have been poisoned, have a distinct glow to them... a glow that nothing natural can give.
Inspecting the wound again, she can see that Cila was correct; some poison is at work, and it is likely this that is keeping the blood flowing from it, and weakening the man.
"It doesn't feel any better," the man whispers, sounding worried.
"That wasn't a healing spell," Natala explains. "I'm checking for poison."
She winces as there is a crash and the sound of something breaking from the direction of the kitchen.
.oO(At least Mr. Waverstone's glass is safely put away.)
It is not long before Cila returns with a pannikin of water.
"Set it on the floor beside his chair, please," she says, turning to watch Cila as she comes in the door.
The large woman frowns, but does as she has been asked.
And Natala frowns in turn, as she realizes that the dagger Cila carries glows with the same poisonous glow as her companion's wound.
"Warm water would be better, of course," Natala comments idly, "but I'd have to build a fire in the cookstove for that. This will do, though I'm afraid the chill of the water won't feel very good.
"The first thing I have to do," she continues, explaining her actions as she performs them, "is take off the bandage I've been using, and wash the wound. It will start bleeding more heavily for a little while, but stopping that won't be difficult."
The man bites his lip and stiffens slightly as his wound is again exposed to the air.
"Sorry," Natala whispers.
Taking care to make no sudden moves, she invokes a prayer to delay the action of the posion for a time, then begins using the water to sluice out the wound to remove what's left of the poison, allowing water and blood to flow together onto the stone floor. Her thoughts race.
.oO(Did she do this to him? But then why would she bring him here? It may be a common enough technique, in their circle, and that would explain why she recognized its effect so quickly...)
The water nearly exhausted, Natala uses a dry cloth to wipe the moisture from the man's side, taking care to clean the edges of the wound. She then invokes a light healing effect, closing the wound over and — to judge by the man's face — immediately giving him some relief from his pain.
.oO(And if it is she who did this... how will I know? And what can I do about it? If I could get her out of the room, I could ask — he might be untruthful, but 'twould be his own choice, at least.)
"That should take care of it," she says, standing straight once again. "Sit a while longer, if you need to, but you can go when you're ready."
"I already said," Cila intones, enunciating her words dangerously, "that we need a safe place, for a time. Several hours, most likely."
The healer shrugs, affecting disinterest though she doesn't like the thought of remaining in this woman's company any longer than is necessary.
"Of course. I'm not going to kick you into the street to wind up in this condition again, after all."
Natala snorts mentally, knowing that she's stronger than she can appear to this large woman. She catches hold of her temper, though, and bites back a sharp retort.
"I'd like to see you find someone else to help you in the middle of the night, when you're hurt and need someone who won't talk about it afterwards," she says.
.oO(Avoid a fight when you can.)
"And I'd like to see you try to force help even from me, again, if you tried to hurt me now."
(A physical one, at least.)Oo. she thinks, regretting her sharp words already, but knowing the battle of wills was engaged well before that.
"Oh, I think you would," the redhead says, clearly enjoying the banter and the veiled threats. "It would surprise you, how well most people do whatever you... ask... of them, when you have power to destroy something they care about."
The man, whose name Natala still does not know, breaks in before the cleric can respond.
"Cila... there's no need for this. She's willing for us to stay for a while; let that be enough."
"She needs to know her place!" the woman spits, but her companion shakes his head.
"It's your big mouth that created this mess," he says.
"And your inability to defend yourself, or get out of the way!" she says hotly.
"We all know what a good fighter you are, Cila. But there's a reason none will follow you into battle. You'll have to learn to control your tongue, and you can start by not speaking again until we leave this place.
"You know what will happen if you disobey."
Seeing the fury in the human woman's face at this order, Natala backs away from the pair. She's soon glad she did so, as the enraged Cila kicks a table leg and the wall, and slashes with her dagger at the curtain in the doorway, before leaning against the wall and glaring at the man, knife still in her hand.
"Sit," he says, but only shrugs and turns his back to her as he speaks to Natala. "My apologies for my companion's behaviour, and my thanks for your help."
When Natala only shrugs, he continues. "I assure you, you need have no fear for yourself or your possessions. Sit, relax; we'll leave soon enough."
Natala does sit, making sure her chair is placed so that her back is to a corner, and she stays alert through the hours they all stay in that room. Cila paces back and forth, fuming, like a caged animal; the man appears to doze in his chair, though Natala has her doubts about whether he's actually as relaxes as he appears.
(Then again,)Oo. she thinks, .oO(wounds like that will tire you out.)
When they finally leave, the sky is beginning to lighten, though the sun is not yet up. A few people are already beginning to move about the streets, which seems to reassure the pair.
Just past the threshold, Cila pauses, allowing her master to get several paces ahead of her into the street, while Natala stands ready to lock the door once they have gone.
"I won't forget," the woman hisses before darting away after the man — the first words she has spoken since she was told to be silent — and Natala shudders at the irrational blame in the woman's manner and voice as she bars the door behind them.
This man was it the park with his neice and she collapsed. I heard bees nearby when I was brought to her. Also it looks like she was stung behind the ear.
However I have not seen anyone collapse from a bee sting before.
Codrian works with the girl quickly. Several tense moments pass before they hear the girl gasping taking in air.
Codrian: It seems that I have taken care of the immediate concern for the girl is taken care of however I want to look after her for the next few hours to make sure that she is alright. You both can wait in the other room business has not been extremly busy lately. There is even I pot of tea near the fire I made earlier so please help yourselves.
Darkar and the gentleman head into the next room where there is some tea waiting near the fire. Darkar pours the man a cup, and one for himself.
Here drink this it can take your mind off the stress of the moment.
Man: Thank you kind sir for your help.
The man sips his tea and takes some time to compose himself before continueing.
.oO(I wonder if two people could sleep up there...)
*Thosar shakes his head at the thought and then walks inside. He nods at Codrian as he wonders about the shop, not looking for Natala necessarily, just looking around.*
*After walking the isles of the store for a short while, the elf realizes the store is quite busy and decides to let Natala to her work. He does catch a glimpse of her though and smiles and waves. He heads out of the store, into the street.*
Darkar: Not a problem it was a pleasure to help. I just happened to be in the area looking for a leather shop run by a woman. However I was not having much success, not many people know much about the shop.
Man: That is because the shop is no longer there. My wife and I closed the shop when we got married. The place was never very successful despite her extensive talents with working leather.
I think it was because I could never presuade her to make any simple items. She always wanted to make it her best work and beautiful as possible. Moria always would say, "Corin, I am an artist not a shopkeeper.
Darkar: Oh I see so she no longer makes anything out of leather then?
Corin: Moria does make the occasional belt, gloves, purses, and other such things when her close friends want someting new for a party or social function. Why were you looking for her to make you something, er pardon me where are my manners what is your name sir?
Darkar: Darkar.
Corin: Well Darkar thanks to your help today, I am sure I can presuade Moria to make you what you were searching for, but I think she will charge you since you are not a family friend.
Darkar: I do not have a problem with that.
At this point Codrian interjects leading the young girl in with him. I believe that she is going to be fine now he tells them. I think that the young girl has an adverse reaction to bee stings. If you should encounter any other problems please hurry to seek attention to treat her. Anything that affects ones ability to breathe can be potentially fatal. Corin thanks Codrian for his help and Darkar follows Corin and his neice to meet Moria.
.oO(Hmmm... I wonder if I might find what I am lookig for here...)
*he enters, and closes the door gently behind himself*
*his eyes take a quick scan of the main room before he begins to walk around the store*
"Good morning, Silis. Looking for something?"
*the boy turns to see a familiar face*
"Codrian! I didn't know you worked here."
Half-elf smiles, though with the bandage around his head the smile comes out somewhat grim.
Codrian: “I do, at least for now. A work somewhat representing my skills, though, don't ask for reading your future. That I don't do.”
*Silis smiles momentarily*
"I wouldn't expect you to. The future is too uncertain to be read. How did you wound yourself that you need such a binding?"
"Not so pleasant encounter with some undead and their master. One of his skeleton minions managed to slash a piece of skin off my head."
Codrian shakes his head and looks around.
"So, were you looking some item from the shop?"
*Silis’ face reveals some concern for the older man, but it soon disappears behind his mask*
*he nods*
"I am. I wish to acquire some sort of healing item that I can take with me."
"I am not sure if Natala keeps anything else than couple of potions in stock. I'll check it out, just a moment."
Codrian walks to the counter and lifts a sturdy case on it. Opens the case to reveal a collection of potion vials. Checks tags on them and then looks at Silis.
"Yes, it appears that she has couple of lighter healing potions ready in here. You interested?"
*Silis nods and looks at the vials*
"That I am. Nothing too expensive though, as my funds are limited."
"I think this what you are looking for, then. Natala has written 50 gold on the tag, so I guess that's the price. Suitable price?"
Codrian lifts one of the vials for Silis' inspection.
"It is."
*he takes the offered vial and turns it around*
*satisfied, Silis hands over 50 gold coins to the half-elf*
Codrian finds a large jar with letter M on it and puts the money inside. Nods to Silis.
"Thanks. What've you been up to lately? I haven't seen you much since I found you from that patch of road."
*Silis shrugs*
"I haven't been doing too much. I just got back from an excursion into the woods to defeat some goblins. That's where the money came from. Yourself?"
*he puts the potion into his most secure pouch*
"I've been mainly working here, except for two ventures outside walls... I was along on the mission to strike against orcs, which didn't end too well. And now on a short venture to retrieve some stolen property, which transformed to fighting against undead and their master, just to survive back from there."
"Things have a tendency to turn out differently than expected, I've noticed. But it seems you have handled such a turn. Bravo my friend."
*his gaze turns to the window and the fading light*
"If you'll excuse me, the day is nigh gone. I must depart."
The half-elf nods.
"Of course. Goodbye Silis, and hopefully you don't have to use that potion anytime soon."
*the boy nods*
"Farewell."
*having concluded his business, Silis leaves the store*
*he makes his way to the graveyard*
[OoC: Silis has bought a potion of cure light wounds for 50 gold.]
Natal comes back and they talk some.
"You see, this new equipment is perfect! This glass changes color to temperature, so I can better sustain the right heat. This tube allows the flow of liquids..."
He goes on for a few minutes, then realizes he is talking on when a customer enters.
Making sure the equipmnt is completely clean, he nods to Natala on his way out, heading for the outskirts of town.
"Codrian! It is good to see you."
Walks a bit quickly to shake his hand.
"Natala said you had left on important buisness...I hope all is well?"
Smiles
"It has been a while."
Winces a bit when the young mage pumps his arm vigorously. The bandage around his head and somewhat unhealthy pallor of skin also tell that the half-elf is not in his full health.
Quite well, at least. Should get better in couple of weeks.
"Oh my. How did...please tell me that was an accident. That color does not look right, has Natala had a chance to look at it?"
"Necromancer? Wow, sounds distasteful."
Walks slowly to the back room, giving him time to follow.
"Some tea is in order..."
"If you need me to lift anything or help you while you heal just say so. As little as I know of necromantic spells I do know that the negative energies tend to have a lasting effect."
Chuckles
"Sounds like we both have had our fill of battles with those possesing negative energies. We met with much undead in the Dark Castle."
Well, what I was up to was this...
Tells Tynk about the same version of the adventure that told earlier to Sir Kemeri.
"Resists healing? Did you have protection spells against negative energies availible?"
And, yes they resist healing. But each passing day makes me feel bit stronger and healthier.
"You acted notably. Charging was the right thing to do, and your comerads died well."
A mement later he has the teas poured and is sat down.
I try to not to think about their deaths too much. There will be always doubt gnawing my inside if I could have done something differently to save at least other one of them.
What've you been up to lately?
"Much, actually. I have progressed in my studies."
"With the funding I attained from our trip to the Dark Castle with Sir Shadowood I have expanded my spellbook to include much protective magics and wards. And.."
Motion to the table where a large cloth covers many odd shapes.
"...I can finally work with the real equipment of a master alchemist."
Winks at the cleric.
"Now I just need the skill to match. Oh, there are some tindertwigs availible for sale now. I have made 48 in three days!"
It is obvious Tynk is quite pleased with his new equipment.
Try avoid blowing us all up while experimenting... or turning yourself blue or green. I assume that you're aiming to create all kinds of protective liquids with your equpiment.
Darkar... that elf doesn't seem to be resting at all. He was continuously on move during that most unlucky mission to strike against orcs.
Shakes his head.
"I try to forget every aspect of what happened there. The troll nearly tore the whole of the guild to pieces by herself, and there were 14 of us not including Hermy's little ones."
Reflects a moment, remembering in horror how the troll had brutally struck Mirielle down, and how they had all thought she was dead.
"What was Darkar's assignment during this anyway? I suppose he wasn't with the main force, because he's ali..."
Cuts himself short, realizing how rude what he was about to say was.
He was protecting me and Kywyn on a scouting mission. We got just back to the main force, to warn them of one danger, after the attack that devastated the troops. Encountered three odd dwarf-sized creatures that reflected the damage inflicted on them to their enemies nearby. Couldn't kill even one of them. Heard later on that dragons had "air-dropped" them to the army camp to cause further mayhem.
"You are right, I shouldn't try to forget. Those were many good men worth honoring thus."
.oO(Kywyn...he is involved much more than I percieved.)
"I heard of the dragons attack and it's toll. Even now I have protective magics prepared and plans for a uniquely strong balista ready to make from diagrams. With two red dragons about there is no end to how much we can prepare."
His tea finished, he gets up.
"Excuse me, for I have work to do while we talk."
Walks over to his table and pulls the cloth from it's brace, careful not to damage any of the equipment.
"So still, there is one known dragon around..."
He begins working on a set of smoking sticks.
"I will help if I can...I am just not certain about what I can do."
And, by all means get on with your work. I have to return to shop side soon.
"Not that I've tested it yet, but it is a spell I selected for just that purpose. Now if only I knew someone who could help me brew the potion..."
As if on que, the door opens and an old man bent over his walking stick comes in tin search of pain relief for an aching back.
Tynk himself is rather busy at the moment trying to level the beaker the right distance above the flame to heat the tarrish liquid inside.
"Ha! I never tire of this shop. I'll be back here if you need me Codrian."
Nods to Tynk and returns to the shop side of the store to meet the customer. Soon is busy at work in finding proper herb-mix for creating back ailment easing drink.
.oO(Oh no, him again... I wonder how many times I have to explain to him that with all ointments in the world available, there is nothing to remove effects of the old age. And anyway, suggesting anything costing more than couple of dozen gold will result a torrent of complaining. I hope one of Natala's books will have one mroe possible herbal remedy for him to try.)
The man shuffles to the counter and speaks with croaking voice.
Old Man: Good day, "elf". What you sold me two weeks ago, didn't work. I did exactly as you said, but my joints are still aching.
Morning, sir. Ah, sir, the drink was meant to ease problems with breathing. You requested such drink then, sir. If you need something for aching joints, sir, I'll find a suitable medicin.
Old Man: Every time you look a new thing for me to take. Open that book you always use and look for a real cure. I know that you can find one, you just don't want to. Want to suck me dry of my money. Pfft.
Sir, I am not trying to do that. I'm finding something to ease every pain or trouble you say you have. But, believe me, good sir, I can't remove years.
Old Man: Rubbish, I say. Why, in my day...
While the oldtimer rambles off to tell a longwinded story of his youth, checks from Natala's books two suitable remedies and finds proper ingredients for them. Puts the mixes in two small cloth pouches and waits that the man finishes his tale.
Sir, here's two remedies that should ease the things that ail you.
Old Man: Oh, is there now. Pulled them out of your hat like a magician, didn't you? Pfft. A real charlatan, like that other "elf" here. I suppose that now you will demand me to pay a limb and a half for these.
After negotiating the price for the remedies and getting the money from the old man, and seeing that he survives out of the shop, Codrian breathes from relief.
Says to Natala that will head to the market for lunch. Exits the store.
"Hello? Is anyone here? We need help, there's a young woman who was attacked by some muggers. She is badly wounded, and is in need of healing! Please, hurry!"
As he waits for the shopkeeper to come out, he checks outside the door to be sure that nobody has been following them.
"What were you men doing that this girl was hurt?! Oh, never mind that now. One of you get me some towels from the back, the other go get that bag sitting on the shelf. Stop standing there like confused squirrels and go!"
She leans over the injured girl and brushes back her hair. As she works, she whispers reassurances to the girl. When the men bring he what she asked for, she curtly thanks them and then asks them to give her room to work.
As she lays herbs on the girl's wounds and uses the towels to tidy her up, the two observers hear her voice beginning to rise in a soul-stirring chant to the heavens. They see the girl's wounds closing up as they watch, and then suddenly Elise's eyes flutter open.
At least I don't have to move, he can always find the silver lining.
.o0(Whatever happened was his fault anyway, I was just there to help the girl.)
[To Nobodys]
.oO(So many times I've come to this place in the night, seeking advice, a warm cup of tea, or just a friend. And this time is no different.)
*Again he smiles to himself as he enters the shop, hearing the jingle of the bell. Looking back, he notices that the curtain is closed and Natala is not in the front of the store.*
.oO(Probably with a customer. I'll just have a look around. For how many times I've been in this shop, I really haven't looked at much of it.)
*The elf begins to walk the aisles, taking note of some of the more strange looking, or smelling, items.*
Notices Thosar walking among the shelves and looking at the wares. Sets the pot and the mug on the counter and walks over to where the elf is.
Good evening Thosar. Looking for something specific?
"Not that."
"Actually I was just looking around and waiting for Natala. Is she here?"
Well, you don't look like you would need cure for diarrhea.
Ah... she is not present at the moment, sorry. You missed her by only half an hour or so. She left a short while ago to see one elderly woman about chest pains.
"She is in high demand it seems. Always someone to help I guess."
"And no, I don't suffer from any particular malady at this time."
*Thosar offers a smile.*
I've seen you here for quite a while. If you don't mind my asking, what's your story?"
Come, I'll get you a cup too before I start speaking. That's plain tea I have in that pot. There should be a tall stool somewhere here, look around if you can see it. Better chair I can't offer right now.
Briefly pokes into the back room to get a cup for Thosar, then returns to the counter and pours tea to both cups (tin mug for himself and the ceramic cup for Thosar).
So, you want to know how I've ended up here, working in a mystic store even while I can't do half of the stuff Natala can? I'll try to parse together a short story.
Let's see...
Thinks for a moment and then nods.
Yes... I came to the town about year ago. As of then, I was really only an acolyte, nowhere near being a priest. And why I came here... well, road just took me here. It was winter then and I was quite weary from walking miles and miles in past weeks. So, I sort of decided to stay to wait for the spring.
At first I made loose ties with Thalos' church so that I could gain access to their library. Then, pretty much unnoticed, that tie got stronger as I fulfilled few tasks for the church and also when I sought a place for my care, Renna, to gain education. Most major mission that I undertook on behalf of the church was to find out why the plants in their evergreen garden were dying.
With an elven monk called Ran, I found that the reason for decay of the park was caused by a torment caused to an old oak outside the city. This oak had also been a home to a tree spirit, a dryad, that had gone insane after being murdered. Now, this vengeful ghost had returned to consciousness as a group of hobgoblins led by a human man had started a gold mining operation nearby and poisoned a stream running by the oak. In the end, we manged to capture the wrongdoers and restore the dryad to health.
After that followed a period filled with unsignificant events, ended by my eventual employment at this shop. Even while I am of different faith than Natala and can't do many things she can, she took me in as a shophand and small-time healer. Quite soon after that there was that awful strike against orcs that turned quite sour.
In that battle I was part of Jackal forces, and survived to tell the tale by incredible luck. I was quite depressed after seeing all those dead... there was only a handful of survivors. Then came again a long stretch of just working here, ended by the sudden mission given by Jackals. With help of two junior agents, I had to recover some important documents stolen. The quite simple mission turned to a real nightmare when we stumbled upon a small "war" in woods about day's journey distant from the city.
There, two evil masters were building their forts and making themselves troops. Yes, making troops. One of those vile lords was a necromancer, called Patkifen, and the other one is completely corrupt druid called Benelvir. Once again, I survived by incredible luck, though not completely untouched. The Jackal agents and I were captured by the druid at the start but released to destroy the undead and their master. That we accomplished, but not without Jackals losing their lives. Another sad tale, even while it saw a destruction of an wholly evil man and his minions.
That brings me to present day, still recovering from an after-effect of one necromantic spell. I'm almost back to full health by now. I think that's my tale... if you can call it such.
Takes a long sip from the tin mug and sighs. Then shakes his head and looks at Thosar.
How about you? How did you end up here?
"Sounds like quite the journey."
*Thosar sighs and takes a sip of tea.*
"As for my story, I'll try to keep it short and simple."
"I arrived in town, having visited it before, a few months ago. When I was here before I knew some folks in the Silver Sword, as well as Natala. I had left to return home, for some unfinished business."
*Thosar stares at his tea for a moment, then continues.*
"Once I was back in town I visited Natala again, feeling that something was missing from my life. After speaking with her, and while pondering on what it might be, I went on a few missions with the Silver Sword guild. The first was up to the mountians, probably the same one you referred to where many Jackals died. It was a very...trying...experience.
"When I got back I decided to begin my worshipping of the Mother. That's what had been missing from my life. At least part of it."
*Thosar glances toward the back of the shop and the heavy curtain for a moment, then back to Codrian and continues.*
"After that I joined the Silver Sword again to earn money for a lost loved one of one of the member's. hermy Woodhome, perhaps you know him. I went with Sir Shadowood and some others to an old keep that is near the city.
"There we battled many undead and some forces of Demmion. It was also quite trying. I thought the path to the Mother was laid before me a few times.
"I've been recovering and pondering on some questions that were brought up since then. I stay at Weatherby's Boarding House right now."
*Thosar chuckles to himself, then sips his tea.*
"So, that's my story, such as it is. You say you are with the church of Thalos? They have a library there?"
Yes, you really managed to keep it concise, but informative at the same time.
And yes, I maintain ties to church of Thalos' to certain extent, though I like to think myself free of strict hierarchy of the organized church. And the answer to your second question is also positive, they have a library, though it is quite much smaller than the one at Mother's temple or than the one at the High Tower.
"The High Tower has a library also? Have you ever seen it? I'm trying to locate some information to some questions I have and I wasn't sure where to turn. Perhaps it could be of use if it has historical information and not just arcane information."
Well... wizards sort of require books to fill their heads with all that knowledge, no?
High Tower has a library but gaining access there costs 5 gold per visit and you have to have a letter of recommendation from a member of the Tower. But, then in exchange you will gain entrance to the largest, and probably most extensive except on religious texts, library of the city.
"Indeed they do. I know someone that is a member so maybe I should look into that.
"So you are part of the Jackals or does it just happen that you are usually around to help them out?"
*Thosar finishes his tea and sets the cup down.*
"Thank you for your hospitality, Codrian. If you would let Natala know that I stopped by I would appreciate it."
*Thosar stands and offers his hand to the half-elf.*
You're welcome, Thosar. I'll tell Natala, of course. See you later.
After Thosar has left, collects the cups and the pot. Then resumes sweeping the dust from shelves.
.oO(Seems like a nice fellow. Him knowing about the High Tower's library, that's curious. Maybe he's just a man in the know.)
"No."
"Thanks anyway..." Joseph sounds as if everyone had forgotten his birthday.
Joseph drourfully (sp?) saunters out of the store.
[To Elsewhere]
Joseph stops just outside the Mystic Store.
"So Tycho, did you remember to bring a sample of your work?" Joseph askes.
"Sample? Oh. Err, no I didn't think of it. Do you think I should have?"
"Well, after you." Joseph gestures to the door.
"The day's greetings. My name is Tycho Eharb. Are you the proprietor of this store?"
Man behind counter: "No, that would be Natala. She is unavailable just at this moment. How may I help you?"
"Well, I am relativly new to the city and I heard that this place was the best alchemical store around."
Man behind counter: "Oh, we are that!"
"Well, that is what I thought," Tycho says and smiles slightly, "I am looking for some employment, you see. Part-time, really."
Man behind counter: "I see. Then you will have to wait for Natala, or come back some other time when she is here."
"I have a few hours. I can wait."
The bard looks for an empty wall to lean against, but finds none.
"I don't suppose there was a chair or stool I could sit on?" Joseph askes the man attending the counter.
"You know what Tycho. I'll be right outside if you need me."
Joseph steps outside the shore.
[to Elsewhere]
Waves towards the shelves.
If you insist on waiting, there is a set of ladders somewhere there, sir.
.oO(I wonder what he's loitering out here for? The music's nice, though; can't think it's any detriment to business.)
...and tosses a few coppers into his sack as she makes her way into the store.
"I see you got my message, Mr. Enelevin. Thank you so much for opening the store today; I was out half the night as well, but Mrs. Peregrine has a healthy son, now."
She turns toward Tycho and raises her eyebrows slightly.
"And may I help you today, sir?"
"Are you Natala? My name is Tycho, I am relativly new to this city. I have heard that this is the best alchemical store around, and want to offer my services as an alchemist."
Digs a note from under the counter and hands it to Natala.
I fear that you'll have a busy tomorrow as well... Mr Teller came by and asked for you to go see his wife.
"Best alchemical store around, you say? Now, I'd be interested to know where you heard that," she says, her eyebrows still raised in a friendly way, "since Mr. Waverstone's not been working here all that long, and I didn't carry much in the way of alchemical items before that."
She smiles.
"Having said that, well... the focus of what I do here is not alchemy, but Mr. Waverstone's work has brought in a good bit of business. If you'd be willing to learn what you need to know to help in the shop at large, and if Mr. Waverstone feels he could use an assistant, I might be able to take you on.
"Aside from alchemy, do you know anything about herbs, or magic, or fortunetelling?"
"I came to Garic's City to join the Hightower as a student, so I do know some magic. Very little about herbs or fortunetelling, unfortunatly."
Miss Natala, I'll be leaving now. See you tomorrow.
Pockets the small pouches and heads to the door, adjusting the wide-brimmed hat to sit well. Stops at the door to take his halberd and then exits.
"Well, Mr. Tycho, Tynk Waverstone is also a student at the Hightower; he's a student under Master Cione. If you can arrange it, I'd suggest you talk to him; if he's agreeable, schedule a day you can spend away from your studies. I'll show you around the shop that morning, and you can start helping with the alchemy that afternoon.
"...One more thing: if you're a Hightower student, particularly if you've just started there, your time here will be limited. I understand that, and it's not usually a problem, but I do insist you have permission from your tutor before you begin working here. Some don't approve of their wards having too many outside commitments, and since I do a lot of business with some of the wizards, I don't care to have any of them annoyed with me over their students."
"I will speak with Master Kotov as soon as I can. Once I have his permission, I will speak with Tynk. Thank you. "
Tycho gives a slight bow
"I have to get back to the Hightower. Thank you again."
[to Hightower]
"No, Mr. Waverstone, I'll not be at the Last Lich for the feast tonight. I have... other plans."
Once he is gone, she spends some time grinding herbs into pastes, occupying her hands and mind as she watches the light seep from the sky. When no more light filters through the curtains, she puts the plant parts she has been working with carefully away and stokes the fire in preparation for her solitary vigil.
She places her scythe on hooks above the fireplace, and stands back, considering, drawing her shawl close around herself as if the fire gives off no heat.
"The blade that cuts both ways in Your name, Mother; the flame for one face of Your son. Though it be twenty-three years and more since I left that hearth, still I celebrate this most holy night, placing Your name now above His, and holding fast to those I have left behind."
She kneels on the floor and draws a lump of chalk from her belt purse. With it she inscribes a series of lines radiating from a set of concentric spirals, and traces between the lines certain sigils. Standing, she casts across the diagram a handful of small stones and sticks, each engraved with a rune.
"And this I do in Your name, that you may grant me insight into the year to come; though others think it a thing best left to chance or to students of the arcane, it is a holy task you have set before me, Lady Ordemetrex, to strive to comprehend Your will in this manner."
The signs she reads would be gibberish to most, or the scrawlings of a child: a circle around a dot, a triangle with an arrow for its tail, a pair of tilted crosses surrounded by three straight lines. In the eyes of this fortuneteller — named fatespinner by one who witnessed such a telling, once — however, they are as clear as letters on a page: and just as much in need of interpretation as the words made up of such letters.
"Salt," she murmurs. "Bringing opposing forces together, and being pulled in two directions... Quicksilver; air; the eclipse and quintessence... And again, the snake..."
Her murmurs fade as images appear before her, as in a vision:
A butterfly soars on a gust of wind, glowing in a shaft of sunlight; but it is not the light of the sun, but the cold silver of the moon. And the butterfly, landing, builds around itself a cocoon. The half-elf stretches out her arm and brushes a finger against it in wonder... and gasps as it dissolves into dust that immediately fills her eyes.
When her eyes clear, it is she who is flying, floating above a desert. Here, too, the moon is shining, making the harsh landscape beautiful. The moon sets, soon, and a small group makes its way through the darkness; and when the sun comes on them, it is a fire with dark teeth that destroys them, as some fall and others are separated as they run.
And the fallen lie where they are, to be devoured by the earth and given life again when the desert blooms.
The earth, yes. It is the ground she must reach, from her vantage point above; it is this which will protect her from the winds which now blow with a vicious cold that burns. The desert is verdant beneath her now, but she is being carried away, away, and she must reach the...
[color=purple]...earth. She stands now within a cave, an egg before her. In some way, a laugh is echoed through the cavern to reach her ears: a child's chortle.
"He belongs with his parents, and not with you," she says to the egg nonsensically; but then she knows that the egg is the child. And remembering the butterfly's cocoon, she fears to touch the egg, afraid of destroying the new beginning it holds. She hesitates, reaching forward, until her fingers just brush the shell...[/color]
...and starts as if some noise has woken her from a dream. It was not a dream, though, not exactly; and though she listens, she hears naught but the crackling of the fire and the beating of her own heart.
"A change is coming, and I cannot avoid it," she says aloud at last, to break the silence, and jumps a little at the strength of her own voice. "Secret knowledge will be known...
"I carry these things within myself:
The knowledge that is hidden, but will be seen.
The source of the conflict, and its resolution.
The air that is our breath, but takes our breath away.
The fire that destroys, or purifies.
The water that cleanses, or washes away.
The earth that is our home, and our tomb.
The earth that holds both secrets and their resolution.
Who have I placed my trust in who will betray me?
Who can I trust absolutely, whom I have refused?
Why this choice between confronting regrets,
And following a path through darkness?
Who will betray me, and whom will I betray?
The secrets, and the truth that underlies them:
I carry all things within myself."
She stands still for a time, scarcely breathing, listening to the echo of her words and considering their meaning.
(I must hold them in balance, as always.)Oo. she thinks at last; and hearing a knock at the door, she scoops up the stones and twigs again and quickly scuffs the chalk off the floor with her foot before going to see who needs help now, in the middle of the night.
When they have gone again, she sits vigil through the night, allowing the flames to die down as the sun rises. This done, she streaks her face with the new ashes, and climbs to her bed for some sleep in the brief time remaining before she needs to open the shop.
Frowns and then says with even voice.
Sorry, wrong door. I think that ghosts can find better company from the graveyard than from here.
While is still peering towards the door, someone taps him on the shoulder. Gives a start and whirls around, to be hugged by Renna standing on the stool he was occupying a moment ago. Still stunned, can't find words to say anything as returns to her hug.
After a moment, she disentangles herself and jumps down from the stool with a flare of long red hair, now reaching middle of her back. Then she turns to look at Codrian with wide grin on her face.
Renna: "Ha! Surprised you, Coddy! So nice to see you. You have to hear we did. Do you have any cookies here? To what do people need chicken legs?"
Only now Codrian notices that few feet away is standing another young girl, couple of years older than Renna and with short blond hair. The other girl is also wearing a leather armor and carrying a long dagger on her hip.
Uh-huh... err... Renna. I'm delighted to see you... of course. But... ahem...
Renna: "You've been reading too much again. Coddy, even father Alsen says you have to take breaks from studying. Come, this is Scylla. Scylla, this is Codrian. He is not normally like this."
Scylla: "Good morning... Codrian. I'm Scylla Brighthope.
Nice to meet you, Scylla Brighthope.
Guides the pair to the back room and finds the small jar containing cookies. Then sits down and levels a serious look at Renna. She looks at him innocently and wolfs down two cookies.
Renna, shouldn't you... you know, be at the church?
Renna: "We were, but *crunch* came here to see you. Now, me too, have been on an adventure! *crunch* Like you! You have to hear what we did."
Scylla:"We have a permission from Father Devlin too. So it's all right. What an amazing shop."
Looks at the two girls and holds his hands up in surrender.
I give up. An adventure, Renna?
Renna: "Yeah. Scylla is a student at the church, like me, but she learning to be one of those pali... pald... knights. The clanky ones. But she's different, she is learning use that thin sword and is quick like a lightning! This morning we were in the park, we meet there every break we have. There are no others like us at the church.
Anyway, we were there, like always, sitting by near one of gates. Looking at the passing people, we saw this large, ugly man. He really looked nasty."
Scylla: "Felt like one too."
Renna: "Spooky man. I named him Splotchy 'cos his clothes were stained and face like put together from patches. He was carrying a basket. "
Scylla: "Then we heard it... "
Both girls look expectantly at Codrian until he says it.
What did you hear?
Renna: "A meow from the basket. No man looking so nasty could be carrying a cat with good intentions. So, we thought 'bout it for a moment, and then were, like, 'we gotta do somethin'."
Scylla: "We were sure he was up to no good. So, we followed him."
Renna: "We sneaked after him and followed him until he entered a house near this place. Entered by a back door. While Splotchy was talking at the door, we sneaked in closer in shadows to hear what he was saying."
Scylla: "Renna's prayer must have helped us, because we could get to few feet from Splotchy and the other man without them noticing us. "
Renna: "We heard Splotchy to tell the other bad man that 'this latest batch is of premium quality' and 'they will surely taste good'. I was shocked and Scylla almost charged at Splotchy. How could anyone be eating cats. Evil if anything."
Scylla: "That's right. So near to Splotchy and his friend, I could feel the evil radiating from them. And we could hear the pitiful mewling of the cats. Luckily we stayed behind the barrel, as we soon saw... "
Renna: "... that Splotchy's friend was wearing a blood stained apron and holding a meat cleaver. Splotchy entered the house after his friend promised him a lot of drink for cats. Then we run back to the church and told Father Devlin what we had seen. He then called in two city guards and we went to free the cats."
Scylla: "And to arrest the evil men. While we waited outside, Father Devlin and guards discovered something called 'illegal establishment and banned food supplies' from the cellar. They took splotchy and his evil friend away."
Renna: "And we freed the cats. There was at least twenty of them, in small cages. We decided to take one of them, named her Rhapsody. She is at the church now. "
Renna and Scylla both look very excited and beam with smiles. Codrian eyes the cookie jar and the lone cookie at the bottom of it. He smiles back at the girls.
I must say, what a thrilling adventure you had.
The two girls stay at the shop for half an hour more and tell about other things they have done recently. Codrian is pleased that Renna has found herself a friend.
Man: "Morning. Do you... uh... uh-huh... I have... err... could we talk somewhere not so public?"
Arches his eyebrows but nods. Waves at the bead curtain on the doorway to the backroom.
Morning, sir. Certainly, follow me please.
Shows the man to the table and asks him to sit down. Puts some water boiling and then sits down as well. Looks at the man who seems to be doubting whether to stay or to flee.
Sir, how can I help?
Destel: "Ah... I'm Franq Destel. I... uh... have an embarrassing problem... so to say. Err... one of my friends suggested that I... uh.. that I'd come here. He thought you, sir, might... be able to solve... uh... the problem with discretion."
Pleased to meet you, Mr Destel. I'm Codrian Enelevin. Ah... am I correct in assuming that this problem is causing you some rather awkward moments at certain situations in your relationship?
Destel: "Er... you assume correctly, Mr Enelevin. Can you help?"
Most probably yes, there are numerous cures and remedies for problems in that area. Quite "researched" part of life, I'd say. Ahem... could you, Mr Destel, give bit more details to help me... ah... nail down the just right remedy.
Franq looks tremendously relieved by Codrian's words.
Destel: "It's not... err... flaccid. It's... uhmm... the completion that causes trouble... or rather... err... lack of it."
I see. I think there's one quite effective drink for this particular trouble. Wait a moment and drink some tea while I go find the correct ingredients.
Returns to the shop side and picks a dozen obscure herbs, leaves and powders. Crushes them together in a pewter and mixes the result to water. Warms the mix with magic for a moment, before pouring it to a flask. Goes back to the backroom and hands the flask to Destel.
There you go, sir. One spoonful of that twice per day for four days. Remember that, because too much of the mixture will in turn... let's say... cause other sort of embarrassment and possible need to change clothes in the middle of day.
Destel: Thank you very much, Mr Enelevin. My friends were not wrong in recommending your services. If this works, I'll be eternally grateful... and I'm sure Saria will also appreciate the turn of tides, so to speak.
Mr Destel pays for the mixture and leaves. Codrian returns to mixing cough syrup.
.oO(Nice to have someone looking for me for once... but I also hope that there won't be a rush of people seeking to enhance their performance or to seek certain enhancement to their bodies. Ugh... I need a glass of wine and some quiet to remove that picture from my mind.)
When Natala's ready for the lesson, she and her pupil get started. Ran has come a long way since starting his studies here, but his knowledge doesn't allow him to have a holistic view of the science just yet. It's going to take a lot more time to accomplish that. Time is one thing he has plenty of though.
Afterwards, he thanks the healer for her time and promises Codrian he'll come by again soon when they are both free to talk.
*Takes his furr off as he exits the cold breezy morning, then hangs it up before going to the back.*
*Doesn't spot Natala imediately, so he checks on his newest attempt on a liquide which can be made to glow.*
.oO(I wont know the results for a few days...maybe a week. Still pondering how long I should try...the chemical is so thick and wont absorb water easily enough to be time-efficient.)
*Once finished he makes his way out to the lobby and see an early customer who managed to sneak in. He greets the elder woman and speaks to her while he locks the door.*
"Please forgive me, although we open in thirty-minutes I will be happy to help you. I left the door open by accident you see."
"What can I help you with old-one."
Lady: "It's quite alright, call me Lucca. Please bare with me my vision is rather poor."
Lady: "I am looking for a Mr. Waverstone, I was told he worked here."
.oO(?!)
Lady: "Please, if you know anything that can help...it is important to me that I find him."
"I..I am he. What is wrong?"
*The lady breaths a slight sigh of reliefe and takes slow, hobbled steps twards him.*
Lady: "Tynk, your father is looking for you. He wants to know you are well and alive."
*Natala hears and pears out from her curtain to catches the following exchange.*
Lady: "No, goodness. He has sent word to me to find you...thought you would be here in Garic's. I was able to track you down through a friend I recently talked to who said you sold him an herbal salve that that helps with his joints."
.oO(Father...how did you know I would be here. This is so far away.)
Lady: "I am surprised I found you."
*Tynk responds...almost rudely.*
"Who are you?"
The woman looks at the boy hard, as if trying to size the him up.
Lady: "I didn't know my grandson was so impolite."
"...I'm sor..."
.oO(Grandson???)
Lady: "Will you take a walk with me Tynk?"
*In stunned silence Tynk merely nods...then realizes her vision is poor and chokes out...*
"Y-yeah. Please, a moment."
*Turns to grab a scrap parchment and ink-en to leave Natala a note. It is just then that Natala catches up with the moment and steps out, reading the boys intent.*
Natala: "Tynk?"
*He manages a smile that is plain to be hiding great surprise and confusion.*
"I...um...morning!...
I need to take the day off today, so I will not be here. Um, tell Codrian that the lab is to not be disturbed at all, and that there is a slight chance the liquids may come to glow. This is what I am hoping for. The liquid its self may not be too healthy to touch...as the last batch left a rash."
"I assure you, it is completely contained."
"And tommorow I will be here a little late as to spend time to keep up with my studies..." he says lost in thought.
*The cleric and the elder exchange a look, something is passed, and the elder leaves escorted by the boy.*
To elsewhere...
Cassius Hello Lady Natala, it pleases me to see you well.
Natala Well if it isn't magister Gaia, it has been awhile since you last visited the shop yourself.
Cassius Aye m'lady, so it has. My art has kept me indoors for some time, I found a way to store magic in a tattoo and I have been documenting and perfecting the procedure.
*Cassius rummages through the items on display and the spell components, finaly making a selection of some rare inks and the components needed to cast the bulls strength spell.*
*after some more counting*
......and that would be 450 M'lady and a good evening to thee.
*Cassius glances at his purse and discovers he actually has some money left to go and get a drink*
*Tying the strings of his purse Cassius leaves the store and heads out to the last Lich*
.oO(I will have to ask him about that later...)
*Exits...*
Is sitting on a stool behind the counter and lazily drawing figures into air as something very rare has happened... no single customer for an hour or so. Says a simple incantation and uses the spell to float a jar from nearby shelf.
Plucks the jar out of air and turns it in his hands. The ceramic jar is about 6 inches tall and 4 inches at widest. It's made of red clay and decorated with small marks, that Codrian realizes to be tiny letters of some language unknown to him. The lid of the jar is sealed with three lead signets all depicting a head of some monster he doesn't recognize.
His brow furrows as he inspects the jar.
.oO(I can't recall seeing this one earlier. And very unlike for Natala not to put one of those little labels on it.)
Natala quickly quizzes him about the last few things he learned before starting in earnest, but she knows she can rely on the elf to take his studies seriously. They are soon engrossed in the various afflictions of the blood and how to deal with them. Time passes quickly and before he knows it, the healer shows Ran what to look up for tomorrow's lesson and dismisses her student with a few encouraging words in appreciation for his efforts.
"Hello, Codrian. We see each other every day here, yet we don't seem to have the time to talk. What's that thing you're looking at?"
Afternoon Ran. How are you?
Usually it's bit more busier here than now. No one for at least an hour.
This jar? I don't know. I spotted it on that nearby shelf and didn't recognize it. Never seen it before and it's lacking the tag Natala puts on items. Has some odd text on it, I can't understand it, and it's sealed with three lead signets, with some odd monster's head on them.
Ran reaches out a hand, but not insistently.
I don't believe that your touch will harm it. I have grabbed with magic at it and fingered it for a while now, after all.
Hands the jar to Ran.
"These are beyond me. I can tell you they're not Draconic, but that's all. Here you go."
The elf hands the jar back.
"Actually, now that I'm here - do you have any ointments to purify wounds? Or maybe something in powder form? I'm putting a healer's bag together."
I think those are somewhere here... a moment... ah, here... and here.
Returns to the counter and puts there three different kinds of jars and two cloth pouches.
Now you have choice between ointment or powder, and in ointments whether it's made by a church's recipe or druid's recipe. Same thing with powders.
Ten dozes sound fine? That would be 15 gold.
Ran goes through his purse and hands over 13 golds and 20 silvers.
"You said something about things being more busy usually. Business is good then?"
Most days are quite busy, yes. People do have their problems, even more now that it is winter, especially elderly ones. And as of recently there has been even some customers coming to see me. More of those clients I won't say because delicacy of their worries.
Lowers his voice a bit.
But even with good business, I long to get out of here for a while.
I understand you might like to have a change of pace for a while, but if I remember correctly you didn't exactly come away unscathed from your last foray..."
That's true... but then again, that thing turned to be pretty much worse than imagined. The necromancer I fought against was quite much more powerful than I am.
From the way my finances are currently looking, I'll be trying to sign up for work through the Silver Sword as soon as something suitable comes up. I'll let you know if we can use someone with your capacities. After all, the guild knows you and you know the conditions for being included in a mission. You're not a member though, so I can't make any promises.
That is, if such a venture is what you had in mind when you said 'get out of here for a while'."
But, thanks if you remember to keep in mind that I can perhaps offer help.
Anyway, thanks for the cleansing powder. I have some other things to attend to now, but I'll see you later at the boarding house. Have a nice day, Codrian."
With a nod and a bow, Ran leaves the shop and heads for the Silver Sword.
Returns to sit at the stool. Picks up the jar from the counter after a moment and resumes inspecting it.
Mouths proper words of power for a language comprehension spell, but strangely can't grasp the magic and form the spell. Tries again, to no avail. It's like the spell was still in his mind, but an important part of it was missing.
Frowns.
.oO(This hasn't happened before.)
Bends over to fish out a pouch from his coat pocket and winces from pain.
.oO(Ooow... One morning my muscles are going to be so sore from all that training that I can't get up from the bed.)
Opens the pouch and takes a handful of fine dust out of there. Says an incantation and throws it into air. A dozens of small twinkles of light in the shoproom tell him that the spell was succesful.
.oO(Okay, the trouble seems to be with that one spell. Though, I can't recall motions for another lesser spell either. I have to look into this.)
In a couple of minutes the woman leaves and Codrian is free to try to see did someone really enter the store recently. Spots an armored halfling wandering midst of shelves. Then recognizes who it is.
Afternoon Master Proudfoot.
Codrian Enelevin. You helped me and the elf monk, Ran, to drive away those hobgoblins digging gold from that stream. Last spring.
I haven't seen you around for a long time? Were you perhaps traveling somewhere, master Proudfoot?
I think Renna might have mentioned the "odd short man with a bear" sometimes.
As fer why Oi left...Per'aps it is fer adventures at that.
But... did you come here to see Natala? She is giving a reading in the backroom at the moment, so it may take a while before she is free again.
Thref takes up a station to help any incoming customers.
Hey... What happened to him? I haven't seen him for ages, and now he's working here?
The monk waits until the halfling is free for a moment, makes a bow and smiles warmly.
"Sir Proudfoot. It's a pleasure to see you again. You seem well. I'm already late for my lesson and as you'll understand, it would not do for me to keep my teacher waiting. I hope to be able to talk to you soon though."
After a second bow, Ran turns and walks further to the back of the store to find Natala.
As Ran goes behind he curtain, Thref sits down again.
At this rate, Oi'll never git ta see 'er.
"I'm sure mistress Natala will be ready to see you momentarily, Sir Threfdil. I won't keep you. We'll be able to talk soon enough."
With another bow towards the paladin and one for Codrian, the monk wraps his scarf around his neck again and goes outside.
Busies himself with dusting shelves as it appears that this day is particularly quiet one and with Natala handling herself most of customers Codrian has time to just be there. While standing on his toes to reach a top shelf with cloth-wrapped stick, feels something snagging to it and yanks it a bit to detach whatever he caught. The stick disconnects but at the same time knocks something else down from the shelf.
A small tin bowl flies out and proceeds to drop straight on to Codrian's face. Staggers back a step.
OW!!
But as his eyes focus on the shoulder tapper, it is revealed to be a middle-aged man in a black robes. Two dark eyes are glaring at Codrian from under bushy eyebrows. The man shakes Codrian's shoulder forcefully and speaks with rasping voice that oozes unpleasantness.
Codrian feels a faint radiance of cold spreading from the hand to his shoulder, a familiar cold radiance that he would gladly avoid to all costs. That of non-life, similar to the spells cast by Patkifen.
Mage: "Half-man, where is that jar? What have you done to remains of Eznar Kurgoth?"
Uh... huh?
Mage: "You heard the question, half-man. Your store received a decorated jar by accident some time ago. Idiots brought it here instead of Hightower. I am the owner of that valuable item. I hope that you have not ruined the contents, for inside are is only remaining ounces of ashes of Kurgoth."
Uhh... it's on the shelf behind the counter. Shall I get it to you, master...?
Mage: "Yes, you will fetch it and bring it to me, and I won't be compelled to bring ruin upon you."
Hurries to the counter and edges behind Natala to take the jar. She raises her eyebrows at Codrian's actions but nods her understanding when he points at the black robed man.
Returns with the jar to the man and hands it over. Two sinewy hands grasp the jar and an evil grin spreads to man's face. He turns and shuffles out of the store. Codrian can faintly hear the quiet muttering.
Mage: "Yes, now finally, Eznar you shall divulge all your secrets to me."
Codrian is describing to a mother how to treat her daughter's cough as a young boy enters the store. He waits patiently as Codrian finishes giving his attention to the woman and then warily walks up to the counter. The boy hands over a small sealed scroll.
Boy: "A man outside asked me to bring you this, sir. He said that you would give me a silver for delivering it."
Suspiciously, Codrian eyes the scroll and decides to cast a minor spell on it. After again enduring a veritable flare of signals from the shoproom, he can discern that the scroll is not magical any way. Unrolling it carefully, he reads its contents, while the boy patiently waits with outstretched hand. The scroll has a single line of text written with neat script on it.
"Red paneled wagon, near excise house, one hour before sunset. Be there, pilgrim. Remember Khaled and
Gennady."
Codrian frowns and then digs out two silver pieces, handing one to the boy and holding the other up for the messenger to see.
You get this one as well if you can describe well the man who gave you this scroll.
The boy's face contorts as his thinks.
Boy: "Sir... he had red hair, with mutton chop sideburns... He was kind of fat... taller than you. That's about all I remember."
Codrian frowns again but gives the silver to the boy.
.oO(I might guess who sent this one then. I'll have to look into it.)
*Thosar walks into the Mystic store, ready to give a big "Hello" to Codrian. He is a bit confused to see the half-elf's post empty. He glances behind the counter, expecting to see the cleric's helper crouched behind it. No one is there to meet his eyes.*
.oO(Well, I knew he didn't work all the time. I wonder if he changed his schedule.)
*Leaning back from the counter, the elf glances around and sees a few customers milling about the aisles. Figuring someone must be here, he calls out.*
"Natala? Are you here?"
She graces him with a quick smile, and brushes a strand of hair back from her face before returning to grinding.
"My helpers are off adventuring, it seems."
She gives him another glance, her hands continuing to move the entire time, and flicks her eyes towards the various piles of herbs with a small shrug.
"Perfect time for someone to come in with a special order they're in a hurry for, isn't it?" her expression says.
"Great timing," he says with a wink.
*Moving closer, he takes up a position next to the female cleric.*
"How can I help?"
After mixing the herbs, she stirs them into a thick yellow liquid, which she places in a vial and stops with a bit of cork.
"Use this on the rash two times a day; it should clear up within a fortnight. You'll need more of this after a week or so," she can be heard saying from the main room of the shop.
"...No, I can't make the whole amount now. You want it fresher than that, or it won't work as well. Yes, sir, that's right.
"Now, Mrs. Pompur, what can I do for you today? A birthing gift, is it? Well, I always suggest..."
True to her word, it is only a few minutes before the halfling woman makes her purchase and the shop is empty again except for Thosar and the proprietor.
"I have time to catch my breath now," Natala says. "And what can I do for you today?"
"Well, I have two questions, one about medicine, one not. I'll ask you the medicine-related one first, to get it out of the way."
*He manages a wink, then frowns slightly.*
"My skin seems to have taken an irritation to the cold that it didn't have before. Whenever my skin is exposed to cold for a short amount of time it develops small red bumps that itch. Do you know what it could be?"
*The elf shifts uncomfortably on his feet.*
"When exposed to cold, you say? I'll need to see the rash to say for certain. Dressing more warmly may be your best option, if it's not too bad."
"No, it's not too bad. Well, the bumps go away after I warm up so I'll have to wait to show you until they appear again."
"Though I'll try to stay warm in the mean time so hopefully they won't appear any time soon."
*The elf smiles.*
"The second question is about Clerihew. Do you know when we'll be leaving? I'm ready for the most part, I'll just need to pick up a few supplies just before we go. No need to rush, mind, I am just curious."
Natala bites her lip, thinking about Thosar's other question.
"I don't know, now, when I'll be able to go. I need to go and check over the harvest there, even though the danger seems to have passed; there were no problems last year, certainly. But if I go while everyone who works for me is still away, I'll have to close down the shop for a while, which I hate doing.
"Sometimes it's necessary, of course..."
"So Codrian has left? Where to, if you don't mind my asking?"
*Moving over to a chair, the elf sits down.*
"I would not want you to have to close the shop either, if it could be helped. I know that you said you would come back and check the harvest and I know how you are about keeping your word."
"For my part, I just want to help you out. If you don't end up going, or if you want to delay, both work for me."
"Adventuring, as I said. Along with Misters Proudfoot, Ran, and Waverstone. I'm afraid I didn't catch the details of exactly what they're up to."
She sits as well, tucking her feet under herself, smiles when he mentions just wanting to help.
"I appreciate that. It's always safest to have companions when travelling."
.oO(Although... Hm.)
That is our favorite bakery. Good bread, honest baker.
They cross through the market square, and up the street that leads to the Mystic Store.
This is Natala's store. You'll be extra-respectful with her, she's a cleric of the Mother.
"Yes, mistress."
Mirielle pushes open the door, and steps in. Ixchal launches forward to criss-cross the store, searching for mice.
Good afternoon, Natala. Natala, this is my apprentice, Perry Paolini.
"Good afternoon, Mirielle. I'm please to meet you, Mr. Paolini.
"It's the right time of the afternoon for tea, if either of you would care for some. Very warming, in this weather."
Mirielle sits, nodding and smiling to Thosar.
Perry grins and ducks his head at Natala's greeting, then perches on a stool.
After visiting a bit, Mirielle brings up the purpose of her visit.
I've been making potions, for Gamis and I to use when we have to be fighting trolls, the undead, and what-have-you. Unfortunately, I can't make a potion that is stronger than the spell put into it, and my healing spell is not terribly powerful.
Would you be interested in collaborating on healing potions? or other kinds of potions?
"I don't mean to pry, it's just been a while since I've seen Codrian leave the city. It's good to know he's out and about. My the Mother see them all safely back."
*After a moment he tilts his head to the side quizically.*
"I agree, having companions is best."
*His head tilts to the other side for a moment before speaking again.*
"I may not have some of your powers of reading peoples thoughts, but it seems like something is bothering you."
She pauses for a moment, considering.
.oO(Putting healing into a form that can be used by anyone... It's a good thing, but the difficulty and expense means it couldn't be given away freely — certainly not as freely as I usually do. Still, though... It would also make it possible for me to help my friends, sometimes, when I can't be with them.)
"I think that sounds like a good idea. I would ask, though, that... on occasions when a healing potion we've worked on together come in especially useful... that you consider the possibility of lending aid to one you would ordinarily consider an enemy.
"Only that you keep the possibility in mind," she adds with a slight smile, holding up a hand to forestall any protest, "not that you necessarily do so. Certainly not that you do so to the detriment of your own safety, or that of your beloved."
.oO(The price of my help is always that I have to be allowed to do what I must... if I can help without being present... a little of what I must do, must also be present.)
"What other kinds of potions did you have in mind? I don't know what else, if anything, I can do that you can't; you study magic so hard, and so thoroughly, whereas for me it's... more of a means to an end."
Perry looks utterly confused, and opens his mouth to protest, but thinks better and stays quiet.
Well, the only reason I can make a potion of healing at all is due to my service to Agathalos. Despite all my study of necromancy, I've yet to find a way to heal through arcane means.
Hm, well, a potion can only carry a spell that affects someone. So, I couldn't put a fireball spell into a potion, but I could put in my spell that protects me from arrows. Gamis and I worked together on a potion that has his strength spell. So, spells that heal, or protect, or maybe flying or the protection you put on us against the dragon's fire breath?
Thank you for the tea, Natala. I'll see you next week, then.
She deftly removes a blue glass decanter from Perry's curious hands, absently noting that it is both stoppered and sealed with wax, and replaces it on the shelf.
Come on, now, Perry...
The three depart the shop, heading home.
.oO(Now what could have happened to all of Natala's help?)
Seeing that Natala is currently with a customer, Darkar waits until they conclude their business before approaching the counter.
"Hello, Cousin!" he calls out.
"Hello, Cousin," she responds with a smile. "I haven't seen you in some time… I suppose you've been quite busy working for Lord Malifaeyr?"
"Definitely. Between teaching the new Jackals which is the right end of a lance and trying to keep them out of trouble with owlbears..." He lifts his palms slightly. "It's been fairly rewarding, though. They're doing well. Just suppose I'll have to start all over again when a new batch is recruited..."
He looks a little closer around the store. "Speaking of new batches, what's Ran and Brother Codrian been up to lately?"
"If there's a group that would benefit from learning to care for wounded on a battlefield, let me know. I can certainly help in that teaching."
She frowns very slightly at his mention of Ran and Codrian. "They're on adventure together, along with some others; I'm afraid I don't know the details of just where, or what they're doing, though."
"Certainly, I will. I think I'll mention it to Sir Azad when I see him next."
Gamis nods when she explains Ran and Codrian's absence, then moves on.
"I stopped by today, Cousin, because I want to get something for Miri. We got engaged recently," he says with a smile, then closes his hand around his sword pommel briefly. "She got me this sword, and placed an enchantment on it, and she's been brewing a lot of potions lately... So I think she deserves something from me. But I haven't been able to think what. I gave her a staff that's of sufficient quality to be enchanted, but I'd really prefer she wasn't in a situation she needed to use it in anyway... And I can surprise her this way." He smiles again slightly.
"Can you think of anything that'd be fitting?"
Natala gives a pleased grin. "Congratulations."
She pauses, looking around the shop thoughtfully, as if for inspiration.
"Something other than a weapon would be appropriate, surely… that's not her strength, after all. I'd suggest something to protect her, or else something that would make her better at the things she does best.
"There are magicks that would help her avoid certain dangers… the more generally useful those are, the harder it is to bring them to a particular level of effectiveness. Much easier to protect against one thing than everything harmful… but you'd probably prefer something that was useful in more situations, overall.
"You could also look at something to enhance the strength of her body… not strength for dealing blows, but for being able to withstand them. That would also help if she finds herself in close quarters, and needing to cast a spell: it would make it easier for her to remember the spell, even after a blow.
"There's also the possibility — and this would be very difficult, and quite expensive to make — of a magically enhanced spellbook, one that would make it much easier for her to write and carry the words she needs."
Gamis listens to the possibilities and smiles, considering things.
"At the moment I have about 1500 gold I can spend. I definitely like the sound of the enhanced spellbook... Sounds like it's more money than I have, so maybe we'll keep that in mind for the future. I think Miri would find it tremendously useful..."
He twists at his gauntlet as he thinks for a moment. "What sort of dangers specifically can she be protected against? Fire?"
"Fire is a possibility, yes, or other things of a similar nature: cold, acid. In that price range, though…"
Natala bites her bottom lip, considering.
"I think your best option would be… I don't know how much you know about magic. There's a fairly simple spell, one I think you can perform as well, that can temporarily help one avoid all sorts of hazards. Not very powerful, but it can make the difference between falling off a cliff or finding a handhold, or between having your mind invaded by another's magic and keeping your mind to yourself, in the right circumstances.
"I can place that charm into a cloak, so that it would be constantly in operation as long as the cloak is worn."
The paladin gives his bracer another twist and tilts his head slightly as he thinks. "Well, living with Miri's probably given me more knowledge on it than a lot of people... But I think you're right; I know the spell you're talking about. I don't have much occasion to use it, but permanently, like that... Can it be improved further at a later date, like my sword can?"
"Yes. The more powerful it becomes, the more difficult and expensive it is, of course; I think that's true for everything, though."
She pauses for a moment, considering the implications of her words.
"Magical or not," she adds with a shrug and a small smile.
Gamis returns the smile, and nods. "I think she'll like it. How much will I owe you? And I suppose I'll have to pick the cloak itself to be worked on."
"I'd normally charge one thousand measures of gold, but the cost of the cloak would be included in that. If you want to pick out the cloak and bring it to me, I would only charge you the difference; that way, you could choose something to suit both your tastes. You'll want to make sure it's of very fine quality, of course."
"Done," he says with a smile. "I'll stop by a tailor's tomorrow morning to put in for the cloak, then bring everything by when it's finished."
She nods.
"I'll see you when it's ready, then."
"Alright. Thank you very much, Cousin." Gamis straightens up from his lean against the counter.
"And you, Cousin."
She sees him out with a smile.
Codrian looks up from the thick tome he's studying
and looks at the young man standing on the other side of the counter. Notices immediately that the man is suffering from some pain.
"Hello, sir. How can I help?"
"I've been advised that you have cures for aches and pains. Do you have anything for head aches?"
"Head ache... sure. Just a moment, sir."
The half-elf reaches over to the shelf behind him and takes a jar down. Opens the jar and gives a bit of root to Lucian.
"Sir, chew that while I prepare proper cure."
Lucian examens to root skeptically.
"Alright... anything to get rid of this pain."
Lucian pops the root in his mouth after closing his eyes.
Chewing the piece of root dulls the pain surprisingly, but doesn't take it away. While Lucian waits, Codrian rapidly boils some water into which he adds herbs and other ingredients from a half-dozen of small jars. Pours the drink to a mug and says few arcane words over it. Then gives the mug to Lucian.
"Drink this, please."
Lucian greatfully takes the glass and swollows the root, glad to be free from its bitter taste.
" I hope this works..."
Lucian downs the glass quickly.
Even though the water was boiling few moments ago, it's now pleasantly warm and tastes of strawberries. Few moments pass and Lucian realizes that the head-ache is fading rapidly.
Lucian leans against the counter, He sighs with
relief.
"My thanks. It pounded like a dwarven forge.
Lucian examines the glass carefully.
"What exactly is in there? I didn't see any strawberries go in..."
Winks to Lucian.
"A small on my part, sir. I know that without flavouring that stuff tastes like vinegar and sweat mixed together, so I made it taste like strawberries.
And I'm glad to hear that your head-ache is gone."
Lucian smiles appreciatively.
"I am glad it was otherwise then. How much do I owe you?"
Lucian reaches for his coin pouch.
"Four gold, and I'll give you a pouch of
this root along. Please return if you have regular head-aches."
Lucian nods and digs out four gold.
"You said you changed the flavour of the potion? How did you do that?"
Puts the coins to the jar where proceeds from store's
sales go.
"A simple spell, though not one of divine nature. I cooled the water drinkable with it and changed the flavour."
Lucain quirks an eyebrow.
"I didn't know you were a mage. but then again I am in a mystic store....
Lucian grins quirkily.
Codrian Smiles.
"Just a small trick that I can do. And yes, you are in mystic store... though, please, don't ask me to read your future, that I can't do."
Lucian nods.
"I'll keep that in mind. Though I don't intend to have my future read. How can one determine what choices one will take?"
Lowers his voice a bit.
"Between us, I say same thing but many people believe they an live better if they "know" what awaits them."
"Wouldn't they be bored then? Knowing what
was going to happen next?
"Having seen countless of people come for a
reading... I'd say that most are even bit excited. It's all going to do with the reading being vague enough. Though, I'd say that will lead to many of people being bit disappointed as it's easy to let hopes too high."
"Beh.. I could see quite the buisness potential in a deal like that."
"Telling people what they want to hear about their future?"]
Chuckles.
"That's what most of "fortunetelling" is, my friend."
Lucain laughs lightly and extends his hand.
"Lucian Risk. Nice to meet you friend.
Shakes Lucian's hand.
"Codrian Enelevin. Nice to meet you, Mr Risk."
Lucian pockets the vial of roots. and bows slightly.
"If you'll excuse me I must be on my way. Best of the season to you,"
"Same to you, Mr Risk. Goodbye."
Lucian exits the shop, closing the door gently on the way out.
"Here's the cloak. It turned out great," he tells her. "Tailor asked 50 gold for it. I'll bring you some trade bars early in the morning," he promises, then says farewell and heads out of the shop.
The woman nods and takes the cloth-wrapped packet, casting a nervous glance in Darkar's direction as she departs.
"What can I do for you today, Mr. Shadowood?" An odd look passes over the fortuneteller's face for a moment when she looks at the elf, as if she is trying to remember something; but that expression is gone almost as soon as it appears.
Waits for a reply before continuing.
I have been recently made aware of a mishap concerning our friend Hermy. Before you ask, he was still alive the last time one of the scouts he was training saw him.
It seems that they encountered some giants and he is their captive. For some unknown reason they are headed to Hents Manavelins.
A rescue is being planned as we speak, but there is a small problem. They have a sufficent head start to the fort and it would be difficult to catch them before they arrived.
With Lord Malifaeyr unavailable, and with Dame Shala and her helm gone we are turning to Hermy's friends to see if they know of a way to help speed the rescue to him.
.oO(Dame Shala and her helm? A Jackal, I suppose, with a magic hat...)
"No, I suppose this is no time for explanations, if haste is needed."
She closes her eyes, in thought or in prayer, breathing deeply.
"It should be possible, if..." she mutters before opening her eyes. "Is it Mr. Woodhome alone we need to rescue, or are there others captive with him?"
"Right. I should be able to get us there, or close. There's a limit to how many... I have to go, I can't send others without going, myself. With two others, we could return by the same means, once we find Mr. Woodhome... but it may be more important to have another person along to help with rescue, and trust to our resources as a group to get us all away afterwards."
Her gaze sharpens on Darkar.
"Who were you thinking should go?" she asks.
Another suggestion was brought up as well. We might be able to use the giants as a distraction to sneak a small group inside their forces to try and learn what was going on. However, both Sir Azad and I agree that rescuing Hermy is the main priority, and the other should only be considered as an option if the opprotunity presents itself.
.oO(Combined with the holy water I think we will have a safer place to rest for a couple of nights if needed.)
to the SSAG after asking for directions
Natala sighs.
"Well, I can't say the prospect of putting off going to Clerihew any longer — when I've promised to go — appeals to me."
A slight smile.
"I was just thinking of... whether there isn't some way to shorten the time it will take to travel there."
*The elf's eye brows perk up.*
"I suppose we could take horses. I have money saved up from Undeath Keep."
*A smile.*
"I could rent a horse for you also, if you would like."
*Adds a wink.*
"And before you turn down the offer of a rental, I don't believe I have paid you back for saving my life so I won't allow you to pay if that is what you decide."
Natala raises her eyebrows.
"A most generous offer, and I thank you," she says with a smile. "That could cut our time down to a day, I think, if we didn't mind travelling at night... but I think there might be a time when horses are more needed. For instance, I'm still wanting to see if there is anything I can learn at that keep.
"That can certainly wait until my various assistants have returned, however. This errand... can wait a bit longer, I believe; but if they're not back, it will be time to go just the same, within... a fortnight, I'd say. Not later than Shestshan Pervim, I think."
She shrugs.
"The rescue is top priority, as you say — the only priority, really, from my perspective. A tracker… I'd prefer to take Mr. Snowolf, if he's available, as he's someone I'm already acquainted with and a guild member, as well. With you, and me, that gives us three... We can take one more. If you've no objection, I'll ask Mr. Lueque — I believe he has some knowledge about giants.
"Unless you'd rather keep our numbers low enough to use magical means to make a fast escape?"
"Yes, horses may be needed more at a later date."
*The elf looks out the window, to the dimming sunlight. He nods to himself then stands.*
"I'll wait until I hear from you then. In the meantime I think it'd be useful to practice riding a horse in order to make good use of one. I didn't have occasion to ride one before, and they were a bit...awkward.".
*Small smile as he stands.*
"I wil bid you a good night then. May the Mother always aid you in finding balance."
.oO(A blessing from me to her almost seems silly. I suppose everyone can use an extra blessing though, even if only from one of meager standing.)
*With another smile the elf lets himself out.*
On the other hand we do not know how injured Hermy might be and if there is a fight an extra body is always a help. A judgement call seems to be in order here, but since you are volunteering to help I will defer to what makes you more comfortable in this situation.
If you prefer Donavinn, I do not have a problem with that. I found that he has a cool head in a tough situation most of the time, and I already know that if we ask him to do something he will do it. Trust may be needed in this situation to try and rescue Hermy so close to many dangers.
"We'll take four, then, if Thosar and Mr. Snowolf are both available. Maximize the knowledge and abilities we take with us, and trust to luck and Ordemet to bring us all out safely.
"When shall we leave? We'll need time to ask them to join us, and perhaps to make other preparations; but haste is called for. I'll be ready as soon as everyone can be brought together."
"Let me know, then. I'll be ready."
*Thosar arrives at the shop at a determined pace. Walking insdie he sees that Codrian is still missing. He turns from the counter and call into the shop, trying not to be too disturbing to any patrons.*
"Natala, are you here?"
*The elf adjusts his pack nervously as he waits for a reply.*
.oO(Why am I nervous? The Mother will help me find balance her. Am I learned enough to have her see me though? Of course I am. Still, Hermy in trouble... Push the thoughts away, focus on here and now.)
.oO(Amazing how fast Codo and Podo work.....)
.oO(He looks good, if a little more worn than I saw him last.)
"Hello Darkar, it's been a while friend. What news do you have of Hermy?"
.oO(Giants? Hent Manevalines? If it were anybody but Hermy, I'd think it wasn't possible. Sounds like a mess of trouble, to be sure.)
*He nods in reply, then after a pause, speaks.*
"Was this a training exercise? I'd heard that he was going to train some Jacakals."
"Who all has been requested to go besides myself? I can presume because we are meeting here that Natala will be joining us."
"Donnavin? I'm not sure I've met him. A jackal?"
*Thosar shifts on his feet, waiting for the other members to arrive.*
.oO(I hope this Donnavin is someone that can be relied on in a tight spot. I don't want to be facing even one giant, let alone three, with companions that can't handle themselves. Still, if Darkar was involved in the recommendation, which I'm sure he was, he has his reasons for involving him.)
Darkar reminds himself to mention Donnavin's odd behavior at times.
Donnavin acts different than most people we have met. Those who are in the guild he calls brother or sister. I think it has something to do with a pack mentality from the explanation I heard. Donnavin usually differs to authority unless he does not recognize you as such. He is very skilled with both blade and bow and he supplies the guild with lots of meat from when he goes hunting. Natala preferred Donnavin over the Jackal scout that was with Hermy based on familarity.
.oO(If Natala prefered him, then I should not worry. Though he does sound like a curious person, in any case.)
"Thank you for explaining. Going against giants, I want to make sure everyone is capable."
. o O (Must get Hermy-brother.)
Ah good Donnavin is here perhaps we can leave now.
He opens the door and calls to the young man.
Donnavin in here we are just waiting for Natala to say it is time, come on in.
. o O (Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!)
Fingers the symbol on his bastard sword.
. o O (Gotta go!)
"Ideally, I would prefer a day to prepare myself," she says, "but I can understand the need for haste in this circumstance. Please give me a few minutes to lock up, and I will be right out."
Leads Donnavin and Thosar outside.
Locking the door as she leaves, she turns to the others.
"I'll need to make a quick stop at the Silver Sword first, to drop off the key, in case any of the others come back while we are out."
.oO(He certainly seems to be anxious. Hopefully it will not cloud his judgement.)
*The elf, adjusts his backpack and follows the others to the Silve Sword.*
"The best thing I can do," she says to herself, the words echoing slightly in the empty shop, "is try to find out what else we need to do.
"If we are to face the she-troll again... or a dragon bent on revenge... and not just the giants we expect, I'd hate to go without preparing for what that will entail."
With that, she sets about the ceremony involved in one of the most powerful prayers for knowledge that she knows. Hanging her scythe above the space she uses for an altar, she lights a fragrant incense and spends several minutes breathing the smoke it gives off with her eyes closed, centering herself.
In one hand, then, she holds together a special preparation of seeds and stones; in the other, herbs and pieces of bone. Crushing them, she scatters the pieces across the space with the incense.
"Ordemet who oversees the world," she intones,
"She who sees that winter follows summer in its turn,
"Mother of the moon that heals and sun that burns,
"Who deems the time for death and for life,
"I petition you to answer me this:
"What need we do, to prepare to bring Sir Woodhome safely away from his captors?"
Minto takes up a position behind the counter and waits for the days first stabbing victem to arrive. He waits. And waits.
And then he grabs a chair from the kitchen and drags it outside. He sits it next to the door and then plops down in it, and gets out his lute.
After a quick tuning he begins to strumm out a few chords And then starts to work on a new song as he waits for the surge of accidental amputees.
Eventually someone stops by at the store. Minto gives him a quick glance and doesn't see any gaping wounds and continues playing while he talks.
"Can I help you with anything?".
Minto strums another cord. "She's not here. IAnything I can do for you instead?"
The man looks at Minto and at his lute.
"Does she know you're here? I've never seen you working here before."
Minto strums again. "I don't work here. And she doesn't know I'm here."
"So what are you doing here then? I don't think she'll like having her shop turned into a place for wandering muscians to squat."
Minto plays a quick series of chord progressions.
"I'm not a wandering muscian. I'm Minto Newberry, Halfling Bard Extroidinare."
"And I think Natala will have a bigger problem with someone bleeding to death at her doorstep then she will with me filling in for her."
"Now then... Is there anything I can help you with?"
"If its a life or death situation I'm your man, but if it's something that can wait, you'll want to come back later."
"I've only got a limited amount of healing I can do, so I've got to save it for serious cases."
The man looks very uncomfortable and scratches himself. "I guess it can wait. I'd rather not talk it about it with anyone else."
Minto nods as he notices where the man is scratching. "Thank you, neither would I."
"Hopefully she won't be gone to long."
The man sighs and wanders off still scratching. Minto returns back to working on his new song.
I'm looking for Natala.
"She's out of town for awhile."
"It looks like you've had a bit of an accident."
Some bandits ambushed me whiel I was out looking for some lost ale for the owner of Nobody's Inn.
*Holding the arrow up Tensek smiles grimly.*
THey won't be theiving in these forests anymore.
*He looks up at Minto and frowns.*
You wouldn't know where I could go to get some healing would you?
"But ... With her not here, the Temple might be your best bet."
"I've only got a limited amount of healing I can do per day, and I'd prefer to save it for situations a bit more urgent then yours."
"Not to downplay your situation any. It certainly looks painful. But if you could make it back from the forests, I don't think you are in any danger of dieing from your injuries."
"A bit of bedrest should heal you up in a week or so."
"Or a trip to the temple. They'll expect a donation for services rendered, but if you're hurting bad enough, what's a few gold?"
Minto slows his song down even more.
"Sorry I can't do more then tell you where to go. But if theres an emergancy... Anyways. You don't appear to be in any danger of dropping dead on the spot. You'll be fine."
"Go try to get a bit of bedrest, and if its your situation doesn't improve, come back tomorrow night. If I haven't used up all my healing songs I'll see what I can do for you."
Minto stops playing, and stretches his fingers.
Thank you for your help.
*With a slight bow Tensek hobbles off towards the Temple of Odrometrex.*
[to The Temple of Ordemetrex]
Now listen close to the tale I tell,
About a fearsome beast and how it fell.
For a giant had come to set up a lair,
And to give the farmers quite the scare.
It terrorized the country, it ravaged the land,
There were none nearby brave enough to withstand.
The farmers were scared and rightfully so.
So they sent to Garics to get a hero.
Upon hearing the call, Hermy volunteered.
For there was nothing on earth, Hermy feared.
He gathered his companions for this quest,
and among those champions he was the best.
Gamis, Kal, Cassiys and Mister Proudfeet,
Set forth to help bring this giant defeat.
For they knew that they must save the farm,
And keep more poor farmers from coming to harm.
Miles and miles, they traveled that day,
Seeking the giant for Hermy to slay.
When the giant saw them he was full of fear,
Knowing that Hermy soon would appear.
He sent vampire birds, a swarm thousands thick,
Hermy worried not, he dispatched them quick.
Hermy strood up to the beast, proud and defiant,
And threatened with death the four hundred foot giant.
The giant growled, and gnashed his teeth,
But he knew that soon, he would know defeat.
Hermy felled it quick, his weapon thrown,
He dropped the giant with his lucky stone.
The giant crashed to the ground, loud as thunder,
His companions stared in awe and wonder.
The farmers rejoiced and started a feast.
To thank Hermy for slaying the beast.
There was plentiful food,
And the pie was real good,
The farmers sang, and laughed some let out a cheer.
And they named a cow after Mister Hilldeer.
Before he can start the next song, Minto sees a cart heading towards the shop. Minto puts down his lute and moves to meet it.
"Zenobia! Tovias! Thank the Mother you made it back. Tell me what happened out there! All I've heard was that Hermy was captured."
The two scouts hop down from the front of the cart and move towards the back. Tovias picks up something wrapped in blankets.
"He let himself be captured to save the village from those giants."
"And too save us from any more casuties."
Minto nods. "I suspected it was something like that. No one could capture Hermy if he didn't want them too."
"Who didn't make it back?"
"Tybalt," Tovias folds back the blanket so Minto can see what he carries. "And Major."
"Before Sir Hermy left, he ordered us to bring Major here to the Mystic Store. To have Natala preserve the body until Sir Hermy can get back to take care of funeral arrangments."
Minto swallows hard before answering. "Natala has left to try and rescue Hermy. We'll have to take Major to the Temple."
Minto sniffs the air and grimices. "Hopefully its not to late."
"Let's get going?
"I don't want Major to have to stay in this condition for any longer then necessary."
The funeral procession heads down the street towards the Temple.
preparing some of his collected herbs and planning to sell those or others he could collect in assignment he goes to the door where he finds the closed-sign.
he decides to go to the tavern first and ask for some information about the closed shop while sipping an ale.
Tell me the tale about one who is so dear,
Sing me the songs though it brings me to tears.
And never let me forget.
Now you are gone but all my grief it remains,,
Weeping with sadness when ever I hear your name.
And I fear that forever will always be the same.
And never let me forget..
Let me remember the love that you loved.
Do you remember the paths where we met?
Ah, yes, you told me you'd never forget,
And never let me forget.
Then to all others, my smile you preferred,
Love, when you spoke, gave a charm to each word.
Still my heart treasures the phrases I heard,
And never let me forget.
Let me remember the love that you loved.
Though by your kindness my fond hopes were raised,.
You by my quivering lips will always be praised,
And never let me forget.
But, however long you are gone, know that I tried,
Still to your memory I smile with pride,
Blessed as I was when I sat by your side.
And let me never forget.
Let me remember the love that you loved
Though the last glimpse of Alissa with sorrow I see,
Yet, wherever thou art shall seem heaven to me.
And never let me forget.
Sad and lonely it seems now in my home,
But you will be in my heart, wherever I roam.
Remembering you, I'll never be alone.
And never let me forget.
Let me remember the love that you loved
A few customers stop by, but none needing immediate attention. He sends them off with a promise that Natala will be back soon.
After a short while, Brodda approaches the shop.
.oO(Shop-tending? Not meh life's desirre, but its temporrarry while Natala helps Herrmy, and Minto dooesn't need teh sit therre all day, waitin', and thinkin'.)
She enters the shop, a jug under her arm, and sets it down on the counter. She listens as she finds some cups and pours.
Minto nods at Brodda but doesn't stop playing the song until it is finished.
"Just wanted to hear this song again. It seems appropriate. I wrote it for Alissas funeral."
"It's lovely. Herre."
She hands a cup to Minto. Minto sets down his lute and takes the cup.
"I'll make on for Major too. But I'm waiting until... "
"Clarice may have been right. He is just an animal. A noble one but..."
"I'm not even sure he has a soul to bring back."
Brodda touches his hand.
"Ah've neverr been much of an animal perrson, but Ah've neverr doubted theirr possession of a soul. Isn't it ourr soul that helps teh define us? That makes us individuals? Animals have as much perrsonality as any crreaturre walkin' on two legs."
Minto nods.
"More then some. But in all the songs I know, I don't think any of them mention bringing one back from the dead. But we'll try."
Brodda takes a long drink from her cup, then tops it off from the jug.
"No, Ah've neverr hearrd of an animal bein' brrought back eitherr. But none of them werre frriends of Herrmy's."
She smiles softly and encourages him to drink.
Minto takes a swallow.
"I'm not sure how promising that is. Daron and Natala came back, and... Kirby. But Alissa didn't. And she meant more to him then anyone else. Including me."
Smile fading a bit, she continues trying to comfort him.
"The Motherr had a special task forr Alissa. Whateverr that was, and as harrd as it is teh see, we'rre all betterrr off forr it -- even Herrmy."
Minto takes another sip.
"That's true. But what if She has a task for Major as well..."
Minto sighs.
"Thats out of our hands, no sense in dwelling on it before hand."
Brodda nods.
"All yeh cin do is yeh'rre best. The dieties have theirr own plans, and therre's noothin' teh be doone forr it."
She takes another, smaller drink, and is sure to keep Minto's cup filled until the jug is empty.
"Tell meh why giants arre interrested in Herrmy."
Minto takes a drink and then licks his lips.
"I think he was leading them into a trap. They had overun a farming village, and attacking them didn't work. Major and on of the scouts died. I believe Hermy was leading the giants away to Hent Manvella."
Brodda stifles a laugh at the image of Hermy the Halfling attacking multiple giants, but sobers up quickly enough when Minto mentions the lives lost.
"Why lead them therre?"
"Theres an army of ogres ad orcs there. A dragon too if I think. And the Bloodtroll..."
Brodda sneers.
"Bloodtrrroll? That dooesn't soound pleasant. And it soounds quite dangerroous forr a halflin'. Arre yeh surre they capturred him?"
"Tovias said they had him on a leash. That sounds like captured to me. but it might have been a ruse to lead them away."
Minto sips his drink.
Brodda arches an eyebrow at the sarcasm.
"The Bloodtroll is dangerous, but Hermy knows what he is doing. Hes tricky, "
"A surrvivorr's rreporrt, then. Why Natala and... who else is off rrescuin' him?"
"Natala, Darkar, Doonavin and .. um, Thosar. For some reason they figured an ackward elf was more valuable then me."
"Ah'm surre they'll do just fine and they'll not only get Herrmy back but figurre oout how teh stop the giants. We'll take carre of things herre, then we cin get back teh rreunitin' Herrmy with his fatherr, and what a grrand moment that will be!"
Minto smiles briefly.
"That will be a grand moment indeed. Were you able to contact your lawyer friend?"
Brodda smiles a little.
"Aye. We need teh find folks who worrked with herr, knew herr, who cin prrovide testimony that soomethin' was off -- that she was of a low charracterr at the time of the trrial."
Her face darkens.
"And Ah still plan teh find oout who was behind pushin' the case closed so quickly."
Minto laughs and takes a drink.
"You're getting a little ahead of yourself there. Which her? I assume you mean Captain Kerris, right?"
His face darkens as well.
"Yes, we do need to find that out."
Brodda reddens a bit.
"Aye, Ah mean Kerrris. Ah thoought maybe you and Ah coould hit the taverrns wherre guarrds might pass the time, get drrunk, and talk."
She looks at Minto.
"That sounds like a good plan. I only watch the shop during the day, so that leaves us the nights to do that. And thats probably the best time to find drunk guards anyhow. I know a few hang out in the Blue Pumpkin during their off time. We should start there,"
Brodda chuckles.
"Ah thoought it might indeed be a good time."
She tops off Minto's drink.
"Aye, the Blue Pumpkin soounds like a fine place teh starrt. Ah doon't think Ah've everr been therre, so it'll be a new experrience."
She grins and takes another small sip of ale.
"Well it's not the friendliest place around, but it's not to bad either. It's certainly no Trundles, thats for sure. We'll start there tonight, and then try out a few of the other places as well."
Brodda smiles.
"It's a plan, then. Now when d'yeh want meh coomin' herre teh help yeh oout? Yeh can't be spendin' all day everry day herre. Why doon'tcha let meh take overr forr yeh noow? Tell meh what Ah need teh knoow and yeh cin go get soome sleep."
Minto finishes off his drink.
"Mainly you just sit here and tell people to come back later. If theres someone on the verge of death, then we do what we can to save them."
"Soounds easy enoough. Ah think Ah cin handle it."
She gives him an encouraging smile and squeezes his hand.
"Most of the customers are coming for herbs, salves, and what not. Thats not our concern. I don't know enough about those to risk giving the wrong thing."
Minto smiles and squeezes back.
"I'll meet you at your place an hour after sunset then. Is that eough time for you to freshen up?"
Brodda grins, her eyes dancing.
"Aye, it is. Ohh, Ah'm lookin' forrwarrd teh gettin' teh the bottom of this. Ah'm gooin' teh have fun."
"Of course you will. You'll be with me."
Minto winks.
"I'll see you in a few hours then."
Minto gets up and drags his chair back inside, and then picks up his lute.
Brodda nods, giving him a kiss before he leaves the store.
Minto returns the kiss.
"I'll see you soon."
He heads off towards the SSAG.
Brodda watches him go, then returns her chair back inside and looks around.
.oO(Well, its a good thing Ah have meh rrecorrderr.)
She sits down and begins to play.
Her favorite visitor was a little human boy of about eight years of age. He'd been out playing, without shoes, and found he'd picked up several slivers during the course of the day. The boy hadn't wanted to seek his mother's help with the problem. It seems he had many siblings, therefore his mother was quite busy and didn't always have the time to be gentle. He'd always found Natala most gentle.
Brodda enjoyed the boys company, which was good, because he was there for quite some time. It seems the boy has very sensitive feet, and each time Brodda attempted to grasp the slivers, the boy squealed and pulled his foot away.
After some time, and between good bits of conversation, Brodda finds a way to get the slivers out and, with a smile, sends the boy on his way.
Seeing that the sun is on its way to the edge of the land, she sets about closing up shop and heads for home to get ready for tonight.
[to Mrs. Weatherby's, later tonight]
Maelut knocks on the shop door before he enters, hoping not to disturb the occupants. As soon as he gets in the door the smell of magic potions, spell ingredients, and a few odors he cannot immediately identify pound on his sense. He looks around, hoping to see the herb he had been told about. Unfortunately, it is not apparrent and he realizes that he will need to ask Natala herself.
He asks in a quiet voice
"Hello? Is anybody here?"
"I think we forgot to lock the door last night, I'd better go see what's going on. Natala's going to be upset enough if she finds out we..."
Minto pops his head around the corner.
"Can I help you with anything? Natala's out of town for the moment, but " Minto steps into the room, finishing pulling on his shirt as he enters. "I might be able to point you in the right direction if you need anything."
.o0(It sounds like a wrestling match between two squirrels...)
He sees the halfling come around the door and quickly finds something very interesting about the wall on the other side of the shop as the gentleman finishes pulling on his shirt. His face falls as he realizes that he might not be able to get his hands on the plant.
"Er...sorry to disturb you, I hope I'm not intruding. My name's Maleut, I was hoping to talk to Natala about a herb I'm looking for. But if she isn't here, then maybe I ought to come back later."
He reconsiders and asks, with hope in his voice
"You wouldn't happen to know about something called Mother's Soul Grass? I think she sells it as a spell component..."
"Mother's Soul Grass? Maelut?"
"You're that cook Marroc's been bragging about aren't you?"
"And he's trying to con you into making his mothers famous raisen bread, isn't he?"
Minto laughs. "Well, I can't really blame him for that. It is delicious."
"Back when I was a boy, his mother..."
Minto stops, and then shakes his head. "Oh, sorry, just a bit hungry at the moment. I had a busy night."
Minto looks around at the shelves stocked with various items and then sighs."She probably has some here. But I wouldn't want to try and guess which jar its in. I might end up giving you the wrong thing."
"And the last thing I want to be responsible for is accidently causing Grack a bad case of. the r.. No, I don't even want to think about that. It's just to horrible."
Minto sighs again. "Natala should be back any day. She just went out on a quick rescue mission. Can you wait until she get's back?"
"Or if Marroc is really pestering you, you could try the hightower or the temple. If its a spell companant, as well as a spice, they'll know about it there."
"Well, it's nice to know that Marroc appreciates my work. I've been trying pretty hard to do a good job for him."
Maelut looks around at the various jars, not recognizing the naming scheme on them, nor their contents. He considers just taking a guess, but shudders at the thought of the consequences of using spell components in bread. The image of Grack growing bunny ears makes him giggle to himself before turning back to the now fully dressed halfling.
"The hightower might be a good idea, I had to register with them for a casting license back when I first learning how to use magic. But they're a wizard's guild, right? Would they be willing to help a magic-using cook?"
"But that might just be because I'm not human. They still have a bit of prejuidice there. Especially at the front desk. Gah, the guy there is such a pompous idiot. "
I mean it's not like a monkey couldn;t do that job. All you need to do is shuffle a few papers around, and tell people to go away. Might as well add in some poo flinging."
Minto shakes his head.
"You'd probably have better luck at the temple or maybe the Church of Agathalos."
Minto thinks for a second.
"Try the church. I'd hate to have to explain a receipe to Clarice."
"You'd end up debating the mystical properties of butter and the existance of milk."
"And while you might find that fascinating, it really doesn't do much for finding your spice does it?"
"He wasn't exactly the most helpful person in the world for myself and my friend, either. She was a half-elf, and as I recall he gave her a bit of a harsh lecture on the rules of the license. Quite unnecessary if you ask me."
When the suggestion of going to the temple or church comes up, Maleut nods but is a little uncertain about it.
"I've never really been much of a praying type. My family always say that it's better to cook a good meal than waste your time praying to gods who can't be bothered to listen. I know some of the spellcasters around here get their power from the gods, but no higher being ever gave me so much as a bean."
"Not that I'm opposed to praying, but I just never get around to it. Will the clerics of Agathalos hold it against me if I'm not very religious? I know it's only a spell component, but they might not be very willing to help out a guy who rarely sets foot near a church, temple or shrine."
"Not many people see much need for religion unless they need something."
"Don't worry about that. They're used to it."
"Well, I hope you're right. I'd rather not have to go to the Hightower for their assistance. Good day, friend."
With that, Maelut gives a slight nod and turns to exit the Mystic Store.
[To Elsewhere]
"Everrythin' alrright?"
Seeing that everything is indeed alright, Brodda adjusts her clothing, looking a bit less disheveled, running her fingers through her hair. Passing by a mirror, she sees her reflection and blushes a bit.
"Ah do hope Natala doesn't cast any divining spells teh see if anythin' int'rrestin' happened while she was gone."
She moves on past the mirror and gives Minto a long kiss.
"Ah'm gooin' teh get home and change befoorre Ah go aboout toown interrviewin' folks."
She smiles and touches his cheek with her hand.
"Thanks forr last night. Ah had a good time -- and Ah doon't mean only what we did herre."
She kisses him again.
"Ah'll see yeh laterr. Ah'll be at the Temple of Orrdemetrrex then at the Guarrdhoouse -- if'n yeh starrt missin' meh." ;)
She turns and exits the shop, heading for home.
[to Mrs. Weatherby's]
Minto pulls his chair back into the shop and locks the door.
.o0(My stomache was growling out of tune anyhow. And I do have a reputation to uphold.)
Minto heads towards the market to pick up a quick meal.
He sits it out front and plops into it and waits until he is needed.
.o0(Hmmm, I think I need a manicure. I chipped a nail on that last verse.)
.o0(I hope Brodda remembers what I said last night about meeting at the Last Lich instead of Mrs. Weatherbys.)
He grins.
.o0(Not that I'd blame her if she doesn't. There were a lot of distractions going on.)
"Finding the incense and the censer should easier here."
Opening the door he looks for someone behind the counter to help him find the items on his list.
Returns to his job at the store couple of days after returning from the venture to confront Benelvir. First two weeks go by quickly as he re-familiarizes himself comings and goings of the city and works on identifying the items gotten from Benelvir.
Spends some time composing a carefully written report about the venture to Jackals, seeing that nothing in it might hint about Avowed. Though, Anaya's appearance is difficult to explain and he has to leave in some speculation but that centers on pondering about druids' general nature.
In following weeks, keeps himself very busy, working mornings at the store and afternoons spends either at the Thalos' church or at Hightower Library. Reads countless tomes about things arcane and divine, and has few conversations about nature of magic with his old acquiantance at HT, Cassius.
What spare time he finds, he dedicates to that to slow process of creating few scrolls containing some useful spells. Three scrolls he specifically makes for Avowed, as per their request, and three scrolls he saves for himself.
Now on the present.
Closes his notebook and wraps it back inside a piece of oilcloth. Looks at the young man looking around the shop.
Sir, can I help you?
[1 Identify and 2 Scorching Ray scrolls for Avowed, and 2 Cure Light Wounds and 1 Lesser Restoration for Codrian.]
Motions Jalen to follow and walks to one of shelves. The shelf is filled with all kinds of items, lamps, censers, candelabras, aspergillums, whatnot.
Should be somewhere here, I think. Not best of craftmanship though, I fear, but illustrations were quite good. Natala said though that we wouldn't be probably able to sell it as the images were not standard fare, and thus clergy would not like it.
Rummages through items and after a moment lifts out a censer made of copper and adorned with fine-lined etchings.
Moving closer and exaiming the censers, he is not sure which one to get until he focuses on remembering Silmarwen's robes. A single circle on each of the sleeves and a golden ring around her neck. The one he is holding has rays coming out of the circle, close but not quiet right.
"I need one with the circle without the rays, if you have them."
The hour flies by, but there is a lot of catching up to do. Over the following days, Ran falls back into the familiar rhythm and is able to make steady progress. When Natala eventually has to take a leave of absence to attend to other, personal matters, the monk feels confident he has a decent basic knowledge, enough at least not to feel completely out of his depth anymore. He also adds to his healer's bag, common cures and tools to be able to treat a variety of ailments and injuries, following Natala's suggestions and instructions on how to store the various items.
This one perhaps then. Very simple one and quite bare, has three of those illustration engraved on it. You will probably want to add more by yourself.
Hands the censer to Jalen. It's heavy.
Ah. Then I think a simple mix of two available incenses will do. I take that the caster is an elf, in which case I'll put in one spice as well.
"Yes, she is an elf. Perhaps adding more symbols would be a good thing, but I will need to ask Silmarwen what she wants before I do anything."
Nods towards the counter.
But, shall we see to the incense at least. That won't take too long.
And after you've delivered that, you can return with the specifics of the censer the priestess needs. We at the store can then commission crafting of such item.
When the incense is ready Jalen pays Codrian the proper amount of coin and then heads on his way to work on the other things on his list.
There you go.
And you're welcome.
"Is anyone in this morning?"
Morning. Mr Risk, was it?
Lucian looks around the shop.
"Do you know where I could find a holy symbol?"
You can try that shelf. There should be two buckets by it, one for Ordemet's symbols and other for Thalos'. They're standard wooden symbols, often engraved with some simple prayer or tenet of a faith.
Smiling he moves to the desk.
"This will do nicely."
It's one gold.
Mr Risk, if you don't mind me asking, what are you needing it for?
And hopefully you haven't been troubled by the headache anymore.
"Thanks to you, that headache has left me well enough alone. As for what do I plan on using that holy symbol for.... I'm not sure. Something about the Mother's tenets ressonates with me."
He slimbs the holy symbol into a belt loop.
"For luck maybe."
Smiles.
Maybe it will bring you luck. Maybe even helps to ward off undead creatures if happen to encounter such.
"You seem to understand quite well."
Leaning heavily on his walking stick, Lucian pushes off.
"Are you working tomorrow or do you have the day off?"
Shakes his head as open the large tome on the desk.
No. Working every morning except when I am out of town.
"Whew.... well when you get the day off, let me know. You can find me at the Fox Boarding House."
Opening the door, Lucian heads out.
"Farewell."
oO. (I hope I haven't kept Esmet waiting...)
Good day to you, Mr Risk.
.oO(Fox Boarding house, I'm not sure have I heard about it. I don't think so. I have to remember to ask from Natala about it.)
"This is Natala's Mystic Store. Mistress Natala tells fortunes when she's in as well as providing healing if you should need it. That's enough from me, let's go in!"
The smell of incense registers immediately on her nose. Her eyes also are nearly overwhelmed with the assortment of items packed into the small store.
She nods to the man behind the counter. "Good morning, sir."
"Good to see you again, I don't suppose that Natala is in today..."
Glancing through a couple of bins of holy symbols, wooden and metal, she asks pleasantly, "I don't suppose you can also read fortunes, sir?"
Meanwhile, it's just me and the alchemist, Mr Waverstone at the store. And neither of us can do readings. Other duties at the shop, yes.
I presume that you are with Mr Risk, miss... While I can't offer to do a reading, is there anything you need?
"No, but thank you. Mr. Risk has been kind enough to show a newcomer to his favorite places in the city, that's all," she says with a glance at Lucian.
She offers the man behind the counter a hand for shaking.
"My name is Esmet Corelli. Whom do I have the pleasure of meeting today?"
Codrian Enelevin, miss Corelli.
You're new to the city?
She turns to Lucian uncertainly and asks,
"...we're headed to... an armory as well as a park, later today?"
"Oh! I believe I passed by this store on my first night here! I was hoping someone here could give me directions, but the store was closed. I wondered what this place was," she murmurs, eyes wandering around the room.
I hope you had some time to spend at the church park, they are quite magnificent and green throughout the year.
Watches as she looks around the shoproom.
Natala's is the best supplied and most popular shop of this kind in the city. On top of that, Miss Natala offers her services as a healer to anyone who walks, is carried in, from that door and charges nothing for most of those services.
We are closed during nights though.
"The park is actually quite close to here."
Leaning on the counter as Codrian continues.
"The best cures for headaches as well."
"I will certainly keep this place in mind then. I also hope Miss Natala returns someday soon. She sounds like she has many interesting stories to tell."
She tilts her head at Lucian, then returns to Codrian and says, "It was nice to meet you, Mr. Enelevin. Odd, though, that the first two people I should meet in this city are both... half-elves as well?
"Well, thank you for your time, sir. Lucian, are we ready for our next scenic destination?"
"Ready when you are!"
Pushing off the counter, he makes for the door.
"Good day again, Mr.Codrian!"
Lead on!
.oO(That would be first one then, to get Natala to tell someone about her past or adventures.)
To Elsewhere
Kywyn walks along the aisle of charms and components, looking for a familiar face.
Good afternoon... Kywyn?
"Codrian? Hello," Kywyn steps closer, "I haven't seen you since... we returned from the war. How are things?"
Kywyn is a bit reluctant to jump into questions of his current stance on the Avowed, which was up in the air last time they talked.
"Do you work here? Is Natala in?"
I'm fine, thanks. You seem to have adopted brighter look, as well. Yes, I work here, been working for almost a year now. Though, I've been occasionally elsewhere due to being out on couple of ventures.
I'm afraid Natala isn't present at the moment, it seems like she's most of time somewhere, helping people. Anything I can help with?
Kywyn looks down at his loose, off-white clothes.
"Clothes I got before travelling into the western desert one time. They seem... lighter to wear right now."
He shakes his head, "No, I was just looking to check in on Natala. But it seems she is keeping busy."
"Have you been kept busy? Here..."
Kywyn looks the long-haired man in the eye briefly.
"And with other assignments?"
After the war I've been twice out of the city, both times to a wood about day and half away from the city. Those ventures happened during last winter. Removed a possible threat to the city, but I wouldn't be here if I hadn't gotten some help from certain people.
How about you? How's Dakarai?
"I'm doing alright, things to do and things that are done. Can't really complain. Dak is doing well."
Looking around the Mystic Store, Kywyn loses himself in a memory for a moment.
He turns back to Codiran, "Oh, I did see you once at Midwinter Festival... Dancing with an elf girl."
That would be Anaya. Of whom, by the way, I am more than bit suspicious. I think she has something to do with those who helped me, but also she is somehow different than before. I don't know exactly how.
Good to hear that Dakarai is all right. I think I saw an item that might suit him a while back in this shop... on that shelf, I think.
Walks to between shelves and returns with a wooden box. Hands it to Kywyn.
It's a game. Called Draughts, I believe. Bit similar to chess, board is similar, but all pieces look alike, only being different in colours.
[OOC: Checkers, in other words.]
"Draughts, eh?" Kywyn inspects the contents of the box.
He leans on the counter and looks at the game pieces. Surrounded by the odd smells of incense and exotic ingredients, Kywyn feels oddly at ease speaking with Codrian now.
"Interesting, I think he would like it. How do you play?"
Arranges the white stones to one side of board and blacks to the other, all pieces being on black squares.
Now, this is how they are arranged in the beginning of the game. There's a small scroll inside the case that explains basic rules, but here's as it goes...
Points to one of black stones.
Black side will start. Objective in the game is to "eat" all your opponents stones.
Moving happens diagonally from one square to another, like this.
Moves one black stone one move.
Player can move one piece at time, one move per turn. After black's move, it's white's turn, and so on.
Moves couple of blacks and whites in turns.
Now, here's a situation where a white piece can instead of making a normal move, eat a black. You can eat opponents piece by hopping over it.
Demonstrates the move.
This results black piece getting moved out of the board. You can eat multiple pieces during one turn, if it's only possible with the selected piece. But, it is not allowed to move back and forth on the board, only towards the opposite edge of the board.
Clears some of blacks away from their starting places and moves a white piece near the edge so that it can reach a border square with one move.
Now, if you can get a piece this far, it get's "crowned". That is, you put another piece on top of it, with the crown upwards. This king can move both backwards and forward, even change direction in the middle of turn if eating enemies. Like this.
Demonstrates king's moves.
That's the rules, simply put. Shall we try one game of it? Shouldn't be too difficult.
Kywyn selects the black pieces and lets COdrian have the first move. As they move their stones, Kywyn glances around the shop.
"I was never too good at chess games like this. I can appreciate the skill needed to second guess your opponent and calculate different probabilities, but the rules make it tough."
Yes, they can be difficult to learn. And require occasionally great deal of patience. Chess is much more difficult than Draughts. And I think Dakarai could learn to play this quite easily.
I have found that while I am at the store and there's nothing to do, learning to play few boardgames that I've found from the shelves is good way to spend time.
"Not a bad way to pass the time. Need to earn money, and this store is a good one."
"I think I should plan to work on some artwork through commission, rather than just random people in the market. Even with that, I should look into other ways to earn coin as well, something more steady."
Kywyn makes another move on the board.
"Shouldn't complain, though. Have you been to the school run by the Temple of Ordemet? Lots of kids there, some not so well off. The way things are, I guess, but still..."
Makes a reply to Kywyn's move.
I haven't been to Ordemet's temple for a while. Church, yes, as I go to see Renna and her friend, Scylla, quite often. She is getting education over there, though she doesn't like much the priest who is overseeing them. Sister Ard'Nas is "sour, like an onion" to her words.
You thinking about enrolling Dakarai to this school project at the temple?
Kywyn finds his number of pieces dwindling rapidly.
"How is Renna doing otherwise?"
It might be good for him. Make friends from early on, and perhaps strike his interest on some subject.
Renna's doing fine. Learning much, and developing to be quite a prankster from what I've heard from couple of priests. It is good that she has her friend, Scylla, I don't know what all trouble she'd get to if Scylla wasn't there to rein her. Scylla's two or three years older than Renna and training to be a knight for the church.
"Kids are amazing little things."
Kywyn takes two of Codiran's pieces but knows it may be too little, too late.
An unrelated thought surfaces, "We work hard to find our way.."
His "king" moves across half of the board, snatching away two more of Kywyn's pieces.
Pardon me, what did you say?
"Just thinking how we struggle and strain, a game of draughts with moves and countermoves. Nothing really..." he says quietly.
"In the end, it's just a single stone on a board."
Kywyn makes his last move.
"I believe you've won."
"And I think I'll pick this up for Dak," he reaches for a few coins from his pack.
Nods and packs the board and pieces back to the wooden box.
Two gold pieces, or so Natala has scribbled down to this slip of paper.
Hands the wooden box to Kywyn.
Goodbye, and say heya to Dakarai from me.
"He's a good guy," Kywyn thinks to himself about Codrian, "Seems to have found a balance between the choices he had to make for now."
"I'll see you out there sometime."
Kywyn leaves the shop quietly as he came.
Once Natala has left, sits down to the stool behind the counter and takes a deep breath.
.oO(I'm of a mind to have some company tonight, and not to have to eat alone, at that.)
Locking the door behind her, she heads for the Last Lich Inn.
.oO(What did happen up here while I was gone? ...And do I really want to know?)
His pouch heavy with the recently acquired gold, Maelut enters the Mystic Store with trepidation. Hoping to avoid the notorious sharp tongue of Natala, he creeps inside and begins to silently browse the various herbs and supplies that lie along the wall furthest from the counter. Uncertain of who is in the shop, he simply hopes to be noticed by Codrian, the kind man who helped him when he first arrived in the city.
Notices Maelut hiding behind the shelves.
Morning. Mr Maelut, wasn't it? Just a difficult customer, nothing more. No need to hide between the shelves.
Maelut laughs nervously for a moment.
"I was out in the woods, hunting a small fiend when my friend and I found this in his lair. My abilities can tell that it has some sort of magic in it, the kind that changes the nature of things. Perhaps you could tell me more specifically what it is?"
As he speaks, Maelut takes the small amulet out of his pouch and presents it to Codrian.
Nods and takes the amulet. Inspects it while speaks to Maelut.
Mission to woods? Quite good craftmanship this one. Fiend, you say? What kind of fiend? I didn't know that there was those too infesting forests around here.
It'll take some time to inspect item's exact magical properties. So, if you can wait, I'll make you a cup of tea while I cast the spell.
Maelut slowly rotates his arm, the venom's residue still causing some stiffness.
"Blasted poison. Every time I step foot outside of the walls I seem to get affected by one kind or another. And yes, the tea would be much appreciated."
While he waits, Maelut browses through the various small magic items that lie on the shelves. As he does so, he remembers his frustration at finding the limits of his inner ability to tap the arcane.
"I've been finding it difficult to muster the energy to cast my more powerful spells recently. Do you know of anyone who could make something for me that would enhance my native abilities?"
Lowers the amulet onto the table and looks somewhere far away. Says a short prayer and then lower his hand on the amulet, for a moment his hand glows yellow as he clutches the amulet and Maelut can smell a faint aroma of raisins in the air.
I wonder why that smell appears when I cast this spell.
Shrugs.
Well, anyway, the amulet... it would appear to do following: Once you wear it, your skin and bones become more resilient to hits. Bit like bear's tough hide protects it from hits.
[OOC: DMy personage, throw me a note and I'll edit if necessary.]
Thinks for a moment.
You are not casting spells from books, right? And you are not a priest or a druid. So, that would require you to get an item that increases your "personality", so to speak... There might be one person I know that could help you with such item.
I know one of younger mages from Hightower. Yes, he is a book wizard, but quite a good fellow for such. I think he mentioned some time ago that he's been studying enchanting items with magical powers. So, go to the Hightower and request to meet a person called Tynk Waverstone. I'll write you a note that you can give the clerk so that you will actually meet Tynk during this centuary.
Writes a short note on a scrap of parchment and rolls it up. Ties a strip of cord around it and hands it with the amulet to Maelut.
"Thank you very much, I appreciate all your help. I certainly don't expect you to do this all for free. Please let me offer some of the gold we recovered from the fiend's lair to reimburse you for your time."
[Exit to Nobody's]
'Ello?
Morning Threfdil. Sorry, I was in the next building, a man's daughter had cut herself to hand quite nastily. So, what brings you here today? Anything I can help with?
Do ye 'appen to know anythin' about the...Hunt Manelevins...Oi believe that's what they were called. Anythin' at all?
Considers for a moment before continuing.
Hent Manavelis. An event I'd like to forget, but at the same time I will not myself to... forget. It was painful day, when city's troup got routed by dragons and other enemies.
Stares into distance.
I was there with the Jackals' force, as one of healer's assigned to accompany them. The forces camped to a location few miles distant from where the orcs were supposed to be, and before starting the advance at them I was sent with two other men to scout out a river crossing. Me, Kywyn Liew and Sir Darkar Shadowood were thus separated from the main force when they were struck by dragons. We came back too late to do anything else than drive off couple stragglers from enemy troops dropped to the area, and to search for still living amidst the carnage and chaos. Only few had survived, most of them grievously wounded. We then sneaked away with help of darkness.
Rubs his eyes with his hands after concluding the story.
Ye don' 'appen to 'ave any clue where Sir Allegion 'ad ended up in that affair do ye?"
No, that I don't know. There was so much confusion. Some knights were with Lord Malifayer, I think they stayed behind to give Lord a chance to escape... though that was moot when the lord himself was snatched by a dragon.
I think that Sir Shadowood might know better about fates of Jackal knights.
Thref hesitates for a moment, seemingly debating something.
Oi'm thinkin' o' doin' a mission ta find 'n retrieve 'im. Oi could use some allies Oi cin trust.
If'n the information presents itself Oi may seek ye out. Jest ta warn ye, me boyo.
Unless ye 'ave anythin' else ta offer?
Thinks for a moment before nodding a half an inch.
Anything else? In what sense?
Oi understand if'n ye 'ave no interest in going. Anything ye cin tell me that could aid me quest would be of service, 'owever.
Blinks few times.
Monsters are still there, I guess... orcs, dragons, wolf-riders, and those odd dwarf-like creatures the dragons dropped into Jackal's camp. And I think there were even badder things up in the passes and hills.
Oi will go seek out Darkar. See if'n 'e will give me information. Thankee fer yer time, Codrian. Ye are a true friend.
Nods to Thref.
I try to help my friends. Bye Threfdil.
.oO(But, but... where are all the people? Can't recall a morning when I actually had time and quiet to enjoy the mug of tea...)
Takes out a small cloth bundle from his coat pocket.
.oO(...and a freshly baked bun.)
Smiles to himself and tears into the pasty. Decides to go to sit on the front steps to drink the tea and eat the bun. And to enjoy morning sun.
He missed Natala last time he came but thought to stop by on his way home this day to try again. Assailed by the fragrance of exotic components and other incenses, Kywyn pauses to and classify the smells. The only one he can guess at is the smell of decaying paper.
Kywyn walks up to the counter and looks around and to the curtain.
"Natala?"
"Kywyn? It's good to see you again. Have a seat," she says, gesturing at a chair as she begins to gather up the cards.
"What do you think?"
He holds his arms up and turns to the side for a second.
"Thought to stop by and see how you were doing. Seems too easy to get wrapped up in the day-to-day stuff and forget somethings you should stop for."
He runs a gloved finger along the side of the counter as he walks around the counter and makes his way over to Natala's table to see the cards. They bring back flashes of memory that Kywyn holds back in his head.
"Could you leave the cards out for a moment? I also wanted to hear what you thought about an idea I had. I was considering trying to make a deck of cards for you. Like draw the pictures for the important cards."
"Tell me about this card -- what you see in it."
Its image shows a hooded figure holding a lamp aloft, so that rays of light shine out in an attempt to light a dark world, but do not reveal the figure's shadowed face.
"I'm not sure what I see anymore. I see myself in the hooded man. But then I've assigned meanings to many things."
"It's not a matter of assigning meaning to things. It's a matter of finding the meaning that is there — there in what you see, and there in your self.
"I think you have insight enough to draw images that will have meaning for others; I'd be glad to pay you a commission for them. Do you know what cards would need to be made?"
"Commission? It should be a gift, Natala."
"I have the deck you gave me to use as a template. I'm not sure of all the meanings, but if you trust my hand and eyes to form the right imagery, I think we should be alright."
"And seeing the cards put to use here in some of your reading should be a good exhibition."
Kywyn sits back in his seat.
"I'll write the song if you sing the notes."
"No one sings like you anymore," Kywyn recalls the cleric's song among the mountains and bloodshed during the Jackal War.
"A song I learned when I was very young. I don't think I've ever heard it here, though I understand it's held holy by all followers of The Three." She, too, leans back in her seat.
"Speaking of things learned by children, though... Where, and how, is Dakarai these days?"
Kywyn answers about his son, "He is well. And at home with us, I'm not sure if I have the chance to tell you that. You should see him, he should get to know his godmother better."
"I was actually looking into the schools run by the temple, seeing if it's something he would like to try. Seems like being around other kids would be a good thing."
"What about you? Business as usual here?"
Kywyn leans forward to rest his elbows on the table.
"Funny if you think about it. All this change around us, and then here we are sitting at the table again with these cards."
"Being around other children is probably a good idea for him. If you want him to have specific religious education, I'd be honored to aid in that."
Kywyn gazes over the table at the dark-haired half-elf.
"I'm still trying to deal with the idea that there's a whole new life being shaped by my decisions. I guess I knew before... the idea that all things are one, and what you do resonates in everything around. But seeing his face, it takes on a new meaning," he says thoughtfully.
The crème-clad man crosses his right ankle over his left knee. She would understand. She who sang to the mountings in the language of the world, she who fell out of this world before being pulled back by a diamond thread and a prayer, she who... keeps her shop operating through it all.
Kywyn lets his thoughts flow in this familiar mystic store, "I spoke often to you about momentum and the question between fortune and destiny. And it tore my mind apart, and it became a long, endless story running through my thoughts. But looking at it now, it doesn't seem as consuming. A person can spend his whole life searching through a story looking for meaning, a shadow of an idea."
His eyes wander upward along the back wall.
"I still contemplate it; I think I’ll never stop, but I can mute the story with a simple phrase:"
"Actions are fate."
"It doesn't answer the question, but it does void the thoughts from my mind for the moment today. Does any of it make sense, Natala Fatespinner?"
Natala studies her friend's face, assessing the subtle changes to it in the few years she has known him. He's one of the few people she can speak with about such subjects; most who come to her to have their fortunes read do not understand that the future is mutable, and the flow of events she foretells can be stemmed.
"Peace doesn't mean you stop asking questions —_that is an occupation for more lifetime than one, however full — but that the search does not consume you."
"There was darkness and rain. And I yelled back at the thunder, and I spoke to the sky... Allowing myself to feel the thing that binds us all here. I brushed against it in the midst of the bloodied war, you spoke of it in your binding song, and I saw it hiding among the leaves when I visited Elven Ennorath."
"Do you know of the temple's Labyrinth, Natala?"
"Yes, I do. Have you been there, then? What did it show you?"
"Something I was afraid of and yet wanted to see at the same time. Might have just been my own imagination or something else."
"It told me only fear could hold me back."
Kywyn sinks slightly in his seat, trying to recall some of the imagery which now seems like an old dream.
"Have you walked its circles before? Did it show you what you wanted to see?"
"I have, yes. Long ago, when I first came to the city. What it showed me I was afraid of, and did not want to see... and do not wish to see again. Therefore I do not return."
The bad memory shows on her face, even through the small, benevolent smile she now offers.
"I understand it offers insight for many, though."
"After the things you've been through recently, what could trouble you so from the past?"
"That place does seem to draw people who are searching for guidance. You know I put only half-faith in such things, but it's not too different from what you do here. You tell people what they need to hear and let them draw their own conclusions..."
Wanting to give the half-elf a way out of this path of conversation, Kywyn decides to share some what he thinks he saw in the Labyrinth.
"For me... I saw something dark and beautiful. A starless night. I was in a marsh, a very old place. And I thought about how people strive to change things, and it's hard because you have to start and end by changing yourself."
.oO(What is it that they always end up like this? Are people trying to tie all the amulets and chains and necklaces into one happy bundle. Not many even buys them... do they just rifle through the box, hoping to find something special?)
Separates a slim copper chain with tiny Ordemet's symbol at the end from the tangle.
.oO(About most expensive thing in that box... about 2 or 3 gold's worth of basic craftmanship.)
Continues separating the items from each other and putting them carefully into the small slots in the wooden box. Pauses occasionally to sip from his mug.
"You're right. It may be time for me to return to that — not the Labyrinth itself, perhaps, but to what it showed me. The darkest night of my life, and what I once saw as my greatest failure.
"Time, perhaps, to examine whether I am letting fear hold me back."
Kywyn's stance indicates he wants to hear more, but his restraint in asking is evident as well. He fiddles with the straps of his gauntlets as he thinks. The metal gloves represent much to Kywyn: a barrier to keep the outside world safe from what he felt was his burden, a treasure chest for his unsolvable riddle. The dark touch he has explored and honed, but still the past remains, as does his penchant for wearing the gloves most of the time.
"Looking back isn't easy, things are too clear, and yet distorted at the same time."
Placing his bare hands on the table, something he still thinks twice about in public, Kywyn takes a quiet breath.
"If you can try though..."
Maelut enters the shop, bracing himself before he does so for the inevitable strange smells of spell ingredients and spell results. Walking straight to the counter, he smiles at Codrian.
"Hello Codrian, it seems like we take visiting each other in turns. I brought the wand from the gnoll outside of town. Hopefully your skills exceed my own in working out what it is. I need to stop by the Iron Wolf, so if I come back after that, hopefully you would have enough time to cast the identification spell?"
Nods to Maelut.
Good morning, Mr Maelut.
Takes the wand when Maelut hands it over.
Yes. I should have answers to your questions about it in an hour or so. Plenty of time to you to walk to the armory and back.
[to IW]
Drinks then the cup of tea quickly, and sits on the floor to meditate for a better part of next hour. Holds his holy symbol in his hand while meditating.
45 minutes later.
Stands up and sits to the table again. Grasps his holy symbol harder and says a short prayer. Then lowers his free hand on the wand... and suddenly his mind is filled with details of the wand. The connection is severed as suddenly as it begun and Codrian gasps as his mind struggles to hold on the knowledge he gained.
It's over, and basic rudimentary details of the wand and how it functions are in his mind. Sighs, stands up and walks back to the store side.
Returning with a sustantially lighter backpack, and sporting a new chain shirt, Maelut eagerly comes through the door and approaches Codrian with a child-like gleam in his eyes.
"So, my friend, any answers?"
Yes. I have them.
Sips water from the mug he has on the counter in front of him. Places the wand on the table.
That wand contains a spell that improves person's grace, agility and reactions for few minutes at one time. You can use it to affect yourself or any other creature within touch range.
There are not many charges left in this particular wand, only 6 of them. And it works by touching with it at the wanted target and saying the command word.
Another sip from the mug.
The command word is 'Felix'. Remember it.
With that, Maelut hands Codrian the gold and takes back the wand, gingerly placing it into his pocket. He walks slowly back to Nobody's, keeping one hand lovingly on his latest acquisition.
.o0(This must be quite valuable...I hadn't thought about that before. Then again, I can't exactly redivide the loot now anyway. We'll balance it out in the long term, next time I'll make sure they get the valuable things. I guess I got lucky this time.)
[To Nobody's]
.oO(I am just glad you didn't have more than one item. Why does it have to be so hard to cast that spell... I can't see why I need to experience same sensations as mages. At least I don't need to drink a pearl.)
"Hay, hay can I get some help here. It would be good if I could get some help..."
"Sir, are you hurt?"
[Heal check something... let's say "enough".]
He points to the points where the arrows punctured his skin One is at the left shoulder, another puncture is in his chest on the left side just above the bottom of his rib cage, and the third is slanted, biting in horizontally above his sternum.
[OoC: currently at 5 hp with 3 subdual]
[edit: hopefully this clears stuff up a bit]
.oO(Three arrows. I can see three wounds, yes. But no arrows.)
A moment.
Says a prayer to Thalos' and lays his hands on the wound in lower rib cage. After casting the spell, looks at Boirin's eyes.
How're you feeling now, Mr?
[Cast Cure Moderate Wounds, converted from one of 2nd level spells. That makes it 2 2nd-level spells used that day. 14 points of healing.
[ooc: :embarrass
"E-excuse me," she says, hastily backing out of the store. "I'll come back later, when you're not busy."
Of course.
"Compaired to before, quite good. Uh, I think these are almost completely healed. Thanks sir, whats your name anyway."
Helps Boirin to stand up.
I'm Codrian Enelevin. And you are? Member of the Silver Sword, I understood.
"Either way you have my gratitude for helping me out."
"You may be done with the past, but the past is never done with you?" Kywyn recites a saying he has heard.
Kywyn's stance indicates he wants to hear more, but his restraint in asking is evident as well. He fiddles with the straps of his gauntlets as he thinks. The metal gloves represent much to Kywyn: a barrier to keep the outside world safe from what he felt was his burden, a treasure chest for his unsolvable riddle. The dark touch he has explored and honed, but still the past remains, as does his penchant for wearing the gloves most of the time.
"Looking back isn't easy, things are too clear, and yet distorted at the same time."
Placing his bare hands on the table, something he still thinks twice about in public, Kywyn takes a quiet breath.
"If you can try though..."
Natala nods and touches Kywyn's hand with her own, understanding what the gesture means to him.
"Thank you," she says, withdrawing her hand once more. "I told you once, I remember, that you hurt people more by pushing them away than you ever could by opening yourself to the people who care about you.
"I suppose that's true of me, as well... though it took recent events for me to see that. Or for it to become important enough to me, perhaps."
She breathes out, wanting to trust him fully, but knowing also that his allegiance belongs to others she fully mistrusts.
.oO(Still...)
She is quiet for a moment, running a finger around the edges of the cards.
"I'll tell you a story," she says, fanning out the cards before selecting one. "Just part of one, I fear; but it's what I have to offer."
"It's about the time when everything changed, for me."
She listens for a minute, organizing her thoughts. The shop without is quiet; she is working alone for a few hours this day, at a time when few customers come.
"Yeah I am, joined a little while ago... that does mean I don't have to pay for this right?"
"Either way you have my gratitude for helping me out."
Yes, you don't need to pay anything for it.
But I trust that you have a name too. No?
"Sorry, it slipped my mind. The names Boirin, son of Naerin. Many thanks, Codrian."
Kywyn remains quiet as Natala continues, making the store seem more isolated.
But, you should be okay now. Though, don't make it a habit to catch projectiles with your body. You had had some luck that none of those three arrows had hit crucial spot.
Hello, Thref. Sure.
Stands up and walks over to the counter.
Would ye 'appen ta be up for a journey to a desert and per'aps beyond?"
To bring him back.
Is silent for a moment.
I'll help you.
Oi asked ye ta come because Oi found ye ta be a most amicable travelin' companion. Oi'd loike ya ta come fer friendship, not fer guilt."
Thref flashes a grin, something that has been all too rare since Honor's death.
And it's only bonus to help someone who is a friend.
Oi intend ta leave as soon as Oi cin. Prolly first thing tomorra. You ok with that, or do ya prefer ta wait a bit?"
Thref walks out, then heads directly for the SSAG.
"We passed into the land that is here known as the Western Desert — headed into the heart of it, in fact, in hopes of fooling anyone pursuing us, foolish though that was for a group as ill-equipped and ill-prepared as we."
As she talks, Kywyn can almost see what she describes as if he were there: the faces of the ragged group remain shadowed, Natala among them; but the angles of their bodies as they struggled to shield themselves from the ever-harsher sun, and to hide equally from the face of the moon in the dark, are clear.
"We were short on water, of course; and it was hard to know whether it was more dangerous to move or to rest by night. I know you have travelled into that desert, but not, I think, so far as I and my companions did. Keeping our bearings was difficult, under the circumstances, in the Elanyev Nosimai.
"It is not called that, here, but the name was appropriate, as we found: The Evil Beyond Enduring. They came upon us under cover of dark..."
As she continues, Kywyn can still see it almost as if he is watching, rather than listening to, the events: The exhausted youths, little more than children, huddling together against the chill of the night in the shade of a dune, too tired and too few to even think of setting a watch. The eerie silver light of the moon causing the land around them to glow. The jerky, unnatural movements of the humanoid forms that came into their midst as they slept. Some never rising, others shouting, fighting feebly, then fleeing, unable to help their companions. All becoming separated as they were chased.
"I know it was some sort of undead," Natala says. "Ghouls, I think; though I may be mistaken. I do not know if they came upon us merely because we had entered a place where those hungry ones dwelt, or if they were set upon us.
"We were powerless against them, though we should not have been. I was one of those lucky enough to run — faster, it seemed, than I should have been able to. Faster than ever before in my life. I don't know if anyone else made it away, but I know any who did are not likely to have made it through in the Elanyev Nosimai."
"What were you fleeing?" he asks quietly, "Where were you fleeing from?"
Sitting forward and leaning on the table, Kywyn glances down at the card again.
"Codrian? We 'ave ta meet the others at Nobody's Inn..."
Picks up two bulky backpacks first and then his halberd. Sticks his head to the back room and says goodbye to Natala. Then follows the halfling outside.
I see you got a mount for yourself. There space for this second backpack? It's quite heavy with all the food and supplies.
Thref helps Codrian load up the pony, and then they set out for Nobody's.
I understand that you found some others to help. Who might these be?
"Our past," she finally says, simply. "All of us... We needed to break away from our mutual past. It turned out to be more of a break than any of us expected."
"All this has never left, has it? You keep the shop and help those in need and live your life in the channel you feel is right, but no one has been able to help you here," says Kywyn searchingly.
His fingers curl up on the table.
The half-elf shakes her head.
"It's always bothered me, though, this sense that I can fail anyone, at any time. And yet, it's good to have that reminder always with me that mortals cannot be fully trusted, even if they would not choose to betray you... even while the minds and motives of gods cannot be fully known.
"'It is myself I would trust, least of all...' I told you that once, the first time we talked like this. You thought it sad; this story and the context of it is not all I meant by that, but perhaps you can understand better, now, what I did mean."
She pauses before going on.
"...As I think I understand better, now, why you so feared to place anyone in danger with an accidental touch."
"I thought my dark touch set me apart, but maybe it was just an excuse for me to do that myself. I pulled in people I wanted close, and it took its toll. Did you ever see NaShae before I met her? She smiled and was cheerful, maybe not content, but still… I’ve drained her with my presence, and she forgives me. In some ways, I killed her, and she still loves me for it,” Kywyn reveals more to Natala than he reveals to himself at times.
"You know more than most are permitted. I imagined myself an agent for something deep and secret. But looking at myself now, that view was probably tinted by my desire."
"I'm not really an agent. More often I’m like a tool... or a cog. I help the machine run when I'm needed. But when a gear gets worn, you replace it with a new one, just means a spot has opened up. Underneath the wheels lie the skulls of every cog."
"I said 'help you' because I thought your feeling might be something you could change. But maybe it’s something you’d rather not,” his voice is a leaf being carried away by the wind.
“Everything is becoming, it seems, things only exist in the moment you notice them. I’m noticing you right now, Natala. I thought you might be looking for a way back. Is there anything from that past you still want to learn about? Anything that could grant you a sliver of peace? I’ve heard in fifty years, you’ll regret the things you didn’t do more than the things you did do.”
He pauses and wonders for a moment.
“Do you see a change in my eyes?” Kywyn is unsure what answer he wants to hear.
Kywyn’s frog Hex sticks his head out of Kywyn’s satchel to gaze into the shop.
"I'm sorry you didn't find what you were looking for in those you serve. I cannot say I'm surprised — I've never found peace in serving any mortal — but I am saddened for you both."
She is quiet for a moment, thinking about the rest of what her friend has said.
"You ask about my past, what might bring me peace. I don't know that; I have yet to find it. Everything has changed for me... yet I wonder if it was always there, and only now have I become aware."
She holds his eyes with her own.
"There is fire in your eyes now, but the snow is still there. Can you see the darkness in mine?"
“Don’t let sadness for us burden your mind. We’ve found more than I thought possible, and I really shouldn’t complain because each rose bears thorns. I won’t find peace by serving... But I feel there’s something around the corner if I can just look past the veil...”
Kywyn leans forward on the table between them. He meets her gaze without the introverted need to look away.
“I can,” he states, “I can see the black. I can see the black in everything; the darkness doesn’t hide much from me anymore.”
“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t terrify me, just that it’s more sincere. Your eyes are telling me…” he trails off.
The hint of some herb in the air suddenly becomes more poignant for Kywyn, something familiar. It draws his gaze away for a second.
Kywyn looks back to the fortune-teller, “Telling me to go back to the beginning.”
He picks up the Tower card and holds it between thumb and forefinger as if it might break.
“That’s just me anyway. Like you said, a reflection of myself. Of course, if it were that easy, it would already be done.”
“Maybe the peace we talk about can’t be found,” Kywyn admits as his frog climbs onto the chair.
“Maybe it’s the way of the world: that the searching ends in the same doom. But what else can you do but reach for it?”
The card drops, falling face down on the tabletop.
“Knowing you’ve become aware of something new, do you have any idea of a start?”
He decided this morning to see it for himself. So far he was only a touch impressed. Primarly becuase he only understands a little of what is around him.
"Hello?"
He asks hopeing someone can hear him.
"I'm looking for something, potions. I heard you have them."
"I do have such things here," she says, in answer to Gilgiga's question, "and others I can have made. What do you wish a potion to do?"
And I've been doing some indivdual activties as of late...
It just woud not hurt to have some other place to go."
Just great, Gilgiga thinks to himself, She porbably thinks I'm some sort of criminal
"Not that I'm doing anything imoral," he adds, "Just that I do not want to put to much stress on the healers."
.oO(Do I want to ask...? No. I don't.)
"Here, I help anyone in need who asks it of me, if I can give the aid they need. Some things, the use of which is easily perverted, I am wary with; but I find the sale of healing potions is safe enough.
"I have a friend who can make such things; they are quite expensive, though. How strong a potion do you wish: one just strong enough to keep a wounded comrade from dying, or one that can return a warrior to his feet in the middle of a battle, despite grievous wounds? Or something in between?"
Gilgiga looks about and wonders about his other problem.
"And on another note. You seem like the kind of person who would know these things.
My mentor is getting sick with age. It's a natural cycle, there is nothing really that I can do, but at times I feel as though I've only really beguin my training.
Yet the teachers at the church are more concerned with "tradtional" clerics and more "standard" magic. I fear I may find myeslf without a guide.
I was just wondering if you knew of anyone who could help me, a mentor. I am willing to believe you would get the type in here from time to time."
Natala is quiet, looking at this stranger carefully.
"I might know someone. You have the look of a woodsman about you; tell me more. How do you seek to live your life, and what arts do you seek to practice? What do you wish to learn from a mentor?"
“Knowing you’ve become aware of something new, do you have any idea of a start?”
Natala breaths out in a small puff as the card settles on the tabletop, a breath she had not realized she was holding as it fluttered down from Kywyn's hand.
"Not yet," she admits. "Sometimes I can know things that should be beyond my reach; other times, I find insight through more mundane methods. Sometimes, though, things are hidden for me.
"Some things I must discover for myself," she finishes softly.
Kywyn reaches over to lay a bare hand on the mystic's shoulder. There is a gentleness in his touch as if he fears Natala is fragile, which he knows isn't the case. Retreating to his seat, he slips his gloves back on and leans back in the chair.
Maybe he is the the fragile one. He does not like seeing the half-elf with such a contrite shadow over her.
"When you do find what you are looking for, and you find it'll take some work, let me know. I'll help in the ways I can, though I understand this may be a personal task."
The man grasps his cup and feels the last of its warmth drain away.
"Like I said, what else can we do? We reach for the fire. It's different for different people, could be the flames that forged us, or the freedom of the sun, or the heat of passion, or the funeral pyre. But I think deep down, we all know we're burning away. You can feel it."
"It's... instinct."
With that word on his mind, Kywyn wonders about the differences between them.
"Natala, could I ask... don't worry if it's too personal... were your parents both half-elves?"
He would not be dejected if he did not receive an answer. Kywyn is starting to appreciate that he could not know everything, and that that is a blessing more often than not.
(You may reach for the fire, but I have been running to escape the Flames.)Oo. she thinks in response to his next comment, but shakes off the odd thought when he abruptly changes topics, even as she wonders if it meant more than it might at first seem.
"I don't know," she says, in response to her friend's question. "I have this vague sense that there is something there to remember, but I don't remember what it is."
"That must make it tough to go back then," he remarks evenly.
Kywyn takes in her comment about memory, internalizes and analyzes it.
"A memory you can't remember..." Kywyn says sotto voce.
He reaches back to scoop up his frog familiar from the chair and place him in the artist's hanging satchel.
"I guess we might have more in common than I thought," he mulls to himself.
"I sometimes feel a similar way. There are whispers and clues, but once you turn to look, it no longer makes sense. Like the act of looking changes the thing you're looking at."
The images he has seen flow through his mind, and he wonders what sorts of phantasms she must have witnessed.
"I've taken enough of your time, Natala," he says in a kind tone, "Enough digging uninvited into your secrets."
Kywyn rises to pick up his pack.
"This will do nicely." she thinks.
Walking to the counter she inquires the price, and then pays for the censer and heads back to the compound to await the delivery of the wood. The church said it would take a few days at most as they gathered up those best suited to go.
Her eyes follow Hex, small shadow of his master's conscience, as Kywyn returns the frog to his pack; and she nods in farewell.
"The joy of reading a book is not knowing what's on the next page, right?" his voice is dry as if he has been talking more than he is used to.
"Talk again soon."
He turns to walk to the front of the shop.
"You know, I think you could use some more mirrors this room."
With a last look back, he pushes out the main door.
"And how may I help you today, Sir Shadowood?" she asks as she watches the scale slowly swing into balance.
(Mirrors...?)Oo. she wonders; but he is gone too quickly for her to query further.
She finishes tying the package with a rough hemp string, and looks up.
"Weatherbee. That was it."
Weatherbee?
"I can not say I have ever heard of her or know where she lives. Would you happen to know where is lives?"
"That would seem to be good advice."
...but not without humour.
"I think she's in the district just east of the marketplace; lots of large homes there. Plenty of space for boarders. I don't know just where, but I think Thosar mentioned something about repairing the stonework on her front porch, so that may be enough to identify the right place."
.oO(Wow, Some place she has here.)
*Jace calls into the store*
"Um.... I am a Silver Sword and I am looking for some healing."
*After the healing is finished Jace leaves for the Temple of the Mother.*
.oO(Twice in recent days that's come up...)
She looks at the Jackal she's known for a scant two years now, remembering his mother standing in the same spot, and the feeling she had then of being given a test of sorts.
"Though most find it simply a place where one may walk, and meditate, and listen for the voice of the Mother. Have you been there?"
Then Billa turned into my mother lambasting my failures and indiscretions of my youth. Suddenly I was talking to myself, and I was amused at fooling myself. However the conversation went back to dreams, and it was a warning it seemed. Something was coming, and it walks in dreams. I said I must find a way to meet with it or find another elf who can met it for me.
Then the form changed once again and took on the appearance of a dwarf. It's skin darkened and was set ablaze before it turned to ash and blew away in the wind. It reminded at once about Ivan's death.
I am still not sure what to make of all of this, but perhaps Thosar can help me since he is capable of dreaming. I thought in all it was a strange occurance, and I do not know what to make of it."
Culex wanders in, stopping at the door to watch the beads for a moment, much like a curious child would. Smiling, he steps away from the beads and wanders around the shop. Interesting place...
"I can see where that would be a particularly disturbing experience for one who does not dream... I had never considered the Labyrinth from that perspective."
A slight pause.
"If you will forgive me for interpreting when you have not asked for it, if I were interpreting your experience as I would a dream, there may be something in your past that you're not through with — something you need to let go of.
"But the warning... yes, I would take that seriously, though perhaps not literally. If you would like me to accompany you to find Thosar's residence, I will. If not, just let me know if I can be of further help to you, Sir Shadowood."
"Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you today?
"Are you a follower of the Mother?" she adds, nodding toward his scythe.
"Welcome back, Miss Starnodel. It's been some time since last you were here."
A halfelven woman of moderate height, dressed in brightly coloured clothing, tilts her head to look up at the tall human.
"Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you today?
"Are you a follower of the Mother?" she adds, nodding toward his scythe.
Culex looks down a bit before backing up to ease the possible strain on the woman's neck, ever mindfull of his height. He smiles as he thinks on the question, but then a smile seems to come to that face often.
"Good... is it afternoon already? Wow, time flies, yes it does... afternoon! Um, I'm not sure actually, no I'm not, as I'm not even sure why I'm here."
Culex blinks and raises an eyebrow, rather confused by the question and the gesture.
"A follower of the who of the what to the where? Sorry, but I'm not too familiar with any Mother, no I'm not."
"If you will forgive me for interpreting when you have not asked for it, if I were interpreting your experience as I would a dream, there may be something in your past that you're not through with — something you need to let go of.
"There are probably many things I need to let go of, but if I were to guess I am still trying to please my mother, no matter how many times I fail. Just once I would like to feel that I have not messed up and caused her embarasment."
"But the warning... yes, I would take that seriously, though perhaps not literally. If you would like me to accompany you to find Thosar's residence, I will. If not, just let me know if I can be of further help to you, Sir Shadowood."
"That would be nice of you to come along. Perhaps you might have some further insight along the way. Also with you there, Natala it will be take more seriously in my opinion."
Natala raises her eyebrows in mild surprise when Anaya greets her.
"Welcome back, Miss Starnodel. It's been some time since last you were here."
Smiles
Yes I know...I have been out of town for a while...but now that I am back I figured I would stop by and see how you were doing and to see if you needed to resupply on any herbs.
"The Mother. Ordemetrex; She who created the world.
"Most who use that weapon follow her, as it is her symbol — and not an easy one to use effectively."
Smiles.
"But I'm sure a religious lesson is not what you came here for, even if you're not sure just why you did come. If there's anything I can do for you — would you like your fortune told? — let me know; otherwise, feel free to look around."
"Just once I would like to feel that I have not messed up and caused her embarasment."
"Have you ever pleased yourself, yet, with what you have achieved?"
She appears slightly amused at the prospect of this knight, veteran of many battles, being taken more seriously with her at his side; but nods and prepares to join him.
She turns to survey the wall of bins, jars, and oddly-shaped packages at the back.
"I can nearly always use a fresh supply of some herb or another. Let's see, at this time of year... red raspberry leaves should be sprouting. Perhaps the slippery elms could spare some bark... wise not to strip too much, with the sap running; but I'm sure you know that. Feverfew, yes, and I expect the chamomile are blooming. The elderflowers won't be ready for some time yet, though, will they?
"Of course, any of the rarer restorative herbs are always welcome, the ones harder to find here, or which don't grow here at all. Skin of the orangefruit and the spicefruit, or the oil that's made from them; and the like. I don't suppose you brought anything back with you, if you went far enough to encounter such things?"
Yes, the elderflowers shouldn't be out for little while yet.
She begins to write down the rae herbs as Natala lists them and she shakes her head
I only have what is on me..some jasmine, apple and pear blossom and some wild grass I found deep in the forest. It's good for helping close deep wounds and keeps the wound from infection.
I can keep my eyes out for the rarer ones though, I may take a trip back to my grove so that I can bring you back some of the less common herbs, that you won't find around here.
"Really? Didn't know that, no I didn't. I've had this for as long as I can remember, yes I have, which isn't very long, no it isn't.
I don't know..."
Culex feels the weight of the scythe a few times and smiles pleasantly.
"...I always found it pretty easy to use. Fortune telling? You can tell fortunes? How much is that? I'd be really really interested in that, yes I would. ...can you tell pasts, too?"
He goes to knock at Natala's back door, hoping she's home.
"Not the best impression," Kywyn considers.
His cloakless, faded grey outfit smeared with filth, Kywyn waits for a reply.
When he thinks he hears a stirring behind the wooden door, he starts explaining, hoping to offset the perplexing visual and olfactory presentation awaiting.
"Before you ask," Kywyn rationalizes the smell, "It's sewer water... and probably a bit of vomit."
"Have you ever pleased yourself, yet, with what you have achieved?"
She appears slightly amused at the prospect of this knight, veteran of many battles, being taken more seriously with her at his side; but nods and prepares to join him.
"Yes, I have been pleased with myself and what I have accomplished. Although it seems that sometimes what I do is below her standards for me. I probably should ask her why someday if we get the chance to have a civil conversation. For some reason or another we push each other until we are arguing."
"Remember you have all agreed to secrecy. I am not asking any of you to lie, but simply not to offer up any more information than what is neccessary to healing the dwarf. Be vague, and act tired and in rather put out,. I do not doubt the credibitly of this lady, but information must not be thrown about without caution..."
He then nods to them all and waits.
"She's not here to condemn."
"Before you ask," Kywyn rationalizes the smell, "It's sewer water... and probably a bit of vomit."
Natala's slight flinch at the unfortunately familiar stench is probably not noticable to any of the group but Kywyn, who knows her best.
"I see you need some help... just a moment, if you want privacy."
She shuts the door for just a moment and says a few quiet words to Tynk, who discreetly ushers out the two customers who were perusing the wares before he leaves in turn. Natala puts water on to heat before bringing the group into the now-empty store.
"Lay him down here," she says, gesturing, and sets about examining the comatose dwarf, with a glance and raised eyebrows to ask the others what happened — and to make sure Aramil is not the only one in need of assistance.
He helps the others move Aramil inside.
"He's injured," remarks Kywyn about the dwarf, "And something worse."
"There was a creature that looked like a desert mummy."
The pale, raven-haired man looks to Ulerian who has more knowledge of such things.
"What did you gather? It's touch is slow death? Some curse?"
Kywyn turns back to Natala.
"Aramil fought the thing off but it took its toll on him. I used a conjuration to suspend him in this field," he points, "It should stop him from getting worse, but he needs help."
"Good Evening Lady Healer, I am Oskar Duskar, Aramil's brother, and a preist of Agathalos if I may add. I am at yer service."
*Oskar waits for instructions to help aid his brother in healing from Natala. He hopes that he will be able to help her heal him. If not then he'll still be able to pray to Agathalos to heal him.
"Can you tell me more about this conjuration of yours? I've not seen it before... if it stops him from getting worse, will it stop him from getting better, now that he has help?" she asks Kywyn. "How long does it last, and can you remove it, if need be?"
She is too distracted to return Oskar's bow, but nods absently to him.
"Thank you. I may require your assistance, if you have skills in healing, Cousin Dunskar."
Her expression is grave as she takes in the details of Aramil's condition.
"Injuries are stable, though if his body is damaged too much, he would still die."
"But we should be able to heal his wounds. The holding aura will last quite a few days... at least a week," Kywyn calculates from some unknown formula, "And I can release it."
"Sorry, Natala, this is actually one of the first times I've had to use it. We didn't have many options."
.oO(Agathalos the Lightbringer, please strengthen the Healer's hands so that she may cure my brother.)
Glancing over to Natala as she diagnoses, Kywyn admits to himself that there are times when it would be advantageous to be a religious man. Death is a blank page, and the grey-clad man can only hope he will be accepting of it when the time comes.
Though Kywyn barely knows the near-lifeless dwarf, he does not want to see Aramil die; not like this. Kywyn longs for something to prove him wrong, to show that valor is not always rewarded with fatality.
"If this is beyond your skill, let us know quickly.. madam."
He says as looks about her store. He sighs again and closes his eyes and leans back against the wall
Returning to watch the scene, Kywyn comments unconcernedly, "There are trinkets to browse and keep your attention if you're getting anxious."
.oO(Agathalos, if ye can hear me, then please grant her the healing powers needed to heal me brudder.)
.oO(If he dies though, he dies a hero.)
Everything in the room, every course of action she considers, seems sharply delineated to Natala, like the crispness of noises travelling across a field of snow. She is grateful for the time this stasis field gives her to consider, unlike the normal whirlwind of battlefield healing that requires action first and thought later.
"Unless you can be of help here, hold your tongue. Or leave the room. I know of this curse, certainly, but I've not treated it myself before. Since Kywyn's spell affords me time to think, I'd be a fool not to use that time, whatever kind of hurry you're in."
With that, she turns back to Aramil, noting carefully which of his injuries would soonest prove deadly under other circumstances.
"I'll start with a prayer."
(Always, begin with prayer.)Oo. an old voice seems to echo in her mind, like that of an adult giving lessons to a small child. .oO('Do all things in prayer, and the rest will follow...')
Placing her hands on those worst wounds, she intones aloud the words of a prayer-spell of healing. When it is done, she exhales heavily, feeling its divine power drain from her; but no change is to be seen to the dwarf's body.
"Did it not work?" she asks Kywyn. "Or is your spell stopping its action? If you're not sure, I think we'll have to take a chance and have you lower it — I'm sure I can help him with hands, even if I cannot remove the curse. But I cannot work when I can't see what effect I'm having."
Kywyn stares blankly at Aramil for a moment before replying to Natala.
“I don’t know - I mean, I’m not sure,” he says, “It’s not like being suspended prevents damage to his body, I don’t see why it would cancel mending.”
The man approaches the body.
“I’ll drop the field.”
“He’ll be confused, but hopefully all the competing forces pushed on him will balance out on the positive side.”
“I’d be ready with the medicines, bandages, and your other powers still just in case.”
When Oskar and Natala are readied, Kywyn moves his hand above Aramil’s head as if wiping away a smudge. The human mutters something indiscernible to release the shadow snake sigil’s embrace. The faint gossamer field becomes slightly more visible before wavering and condensing into a silhouette of a serpent. The symbol slithers off Aramil’s face and fades into the shop floor.
Seeing the snake's shadow, Hex chirps noticeably from his post in Kywyn's satchel.
Ulerian watchs the priestess as she works, studing her prayers and motions.
{Spell Craft check? PMwise}
.oO(What part of "If you can't help, be quiet," did that man not understand?)
She directs Oskar in preparations for administering first aid.
“There are rags in the kitchen, Cousin, and a cauldron of water over the fire. Put this — yes, these herbs here — in the post. Wet the rags — plenty of them, we’ll need them all — and bring them here.
“...Now, take some in each hand. Press here, and here. Press hard. The blood contains part of his soul, and we want it to stay inside...”
She continues to give directions to Oskar, holding pungent wet strips of linen over the worst wound herself, until she nods at Kywyn to lift the stasis spell. She watches the serpent slither away, prepared to work at keeping Aramil's life from following it; and sighs in relief as she feels the wounds close somewhat under her hands.
"It did work, then."
”Doughtier a healer I have not seen.”he adds in sly mockery.
”And what of the curse? Can you remove it or shall we seek the temple’s assistance?”
He ignores Ulerian's banter except for the part about the curse.
"A step at a time..."
.oO(Aramil, if ye can hear me, stay with me, I don't want ter be stuck with that fool mage all alone.)
"Get out," she says coldly. "Mr. Dunskar is awake now, and can stay or go as he pleases; I will do my best for him if he stays, or seek help for him if I cannot give it; but you are no longer welcome here. Get out."
Turning to Aramil, Kywyn explains to the defender in condensed terms, "You kept us safe, we kept you alive."
"Natala..." his voice is a softer wind, "We came to you for a reason."
He glances at Aramil to check for signs of protest before continuing, "Do what you can."
.oO(This has only proved one thing to me, that if I want ter protect me kin, and me friends, then I'll have ter become stronger, wiser, faster. Which means that I'll have ter train with someone possibly from the Ungart clan ter use me power's properly.)
*Oskar smiles weakly as he sees his brother move again, though somewhat limited. He bows his head to his brother and squeezes his hand. Then he goes back to helping Natala to banadage his wounds and possible cure him of the curse.
"Lie still and rest," she says to the injured dwarf. "You're no longer in immediate danger; but that won't last long, if I can't remove the curse that holds the disease in place. That's what I have to do first."
She waits a moment to allow her words to register with Aramil before she places her hands on him again and begins casting the spell. As she chants, her voice twists roughly. Were Ulerian still here, he would recognize the words she's speaking as belonging to the tongue of demons, though somehow garbled in syntax, almost making nonsense of what she says.
Almost.
When she is finished, she stays still and silent for a moment, her hands still on Aramil, until she lets go and steps back, exhaling a little shakily.
"I think it's worked," she says, leaning against a countertop to disguise the combined effect exertion and nerves is having on her. "I'd like to wait a few minutes, though, until I feel more certain of that. If I'm right, I'll be able to remove the disease then.
"You'll still be suffering some of its effects, Mr. Dunskar, but you'll heal, given rest."
A pause, as Natala keeps her eyes on Aramil.
"I think I know where you've been. Can any of you tell me what you were doing there? Or who it is that I just threw out of my shop?"
The dark-haired man indicates with a nod of his head, "He's Ulerian, a wizard from the Hightower."
.oO(Assuming we don't lose the stought fellow, we should be able to return, if he so wishes to accompany, with in a couple of days...If not, tomorrow.)he thinks to himself as he paces, although, he does pause when he thinks he hears a sharp tounge coming from indoors. He shakes his head with a bit of a laugh to himself. he stops pacing and has a seat outside the back door awaiting an outcome.
.oO(We will have to surely pay the healer, no doubt the foolish dwarf will pledge his life to protect her or some such oath...She has a strong will. Impressive.)
He rolls his shoulder and buckles slightly under the pain. Soon he is relaxing with a smoking pipe.
"The curse is lifted, but the disease remains. I must cast it out; no mortal means can touch its roots. After that..."
She carefully examines the dwarf, having Aramil sit up, move his limbs, and breathe deeply.
"A couple more days, if you rest and allow others to take care of you — your brother can provide some care," she catches Oskar's eye to gauge his agreement, "and I'll come to check on you, to make sure you're recovering well."
Catching Aramil's eye to be sure he is ready, she casts yet another spell on the steadfast warrior, this one to remove the rot that would otherwise tear his body apart.
"If you're in a greater hurry than that," she adds to no one in particular, "we'll have to talk. It may yet be that others will need my help today. Otherwise..." she glances at each of them. "The rest of you seem all right; but your wizard friend seemed to bear a wound."
He turns to Aramil, "There is some unfinished business, but if you need more time, we'll work with it. "
"Or maybe we should talk," Kywyn finishes quietly to Natala, "Are you doing alright now?"
*Oskar looks at his brother with somewhat of a downcast look, but when he sees the cheer that his brother usually whears on his face he smiles creatly, and he can feel his spirits lift too. He pats his brother gently on the shoulder, for he does not want him to hurt him. Then he nods his head to Natala, and continues helping her.
"I'm sure we can stand ter wait at least a day fer Aramil ter rest. Can't we Kywyn?"
"Kywyn is right, if Aramil needs time, he shall have it. I know that I am not a great enough warrior to face such darkness alone, and we will need your brother's axe and the smile of Thalos to face such again.
Internal tension released Boirin chuckles involentarily.
"And I certainly will want to wash up. I think I'll have to get new armor after this, I'm not sure I'll ever get the smell out.
Kywyn proceeds softly, "Sorry about the stench and muck we dragged in, Natala. I'm sure you've seen worse, but we'll help you clean up if you need."
"Aramil is feeling better. It'll take a few days for him to be back to a hundred percent. Either that, or we can negotiate with Natala on futher draining her resources," the even voice reaches to where Ulerian sits and smokes.
Kywyn fininshes, "The others have no problem waiting to continue the field trip, but I'm guessing you'd like to get back as soon as possible."
"We need him Kywyn, and his brother.. No point in rushing things if they will turn out ill. Three days will be more than enough time, especially if his brother aids in the recovery. I need to rethink what magics to prepare anyway.."
He pauses and stands stiffly.
"Give her this, and meet me at that rabble of an inn, Nobody's, I believe is the name. Tell the rest, and have Boirin bring that lantern. Take a couple gold from that and get some sunrods if she has them."
Ulerian tosses Kywyn a small pouch with 15 gold peices in it.
"If you choose not to come with us, or any of the others, I will understand. I ask only that you remember what we agreed on. Farewell and thanks Kywyn."
He walks off slowly towards the Hightower, exhaling small whisps of smoke into the air.
Kywyn catches the pouch with both hands and turns back inside the shop. He walks to the counter near Natala and places the coins down.
"A peace offering, I think. He also wanted to purchase a few sunrods if you have them in stock."
He shifts his gaze to Aramil, Boirin, and Oskar, "We'll meet up at Nobody's Inn in three days, in the morning. And we'll take it from there."
"Mark me words brudder, in three days time I'll be more then ready ter get me revenge, mark me words...."
*And with that Aramil closes his eyes and goes into a peaceful slumber while he lets his brother and Natala look over him.
*Oskar stands there looking over his brother. He smiles and nods his head at his brother, then speaks to him.
"Aye, I'll mark them well. Ye done well me brudder, now rest easy, ye are in the hands of a fine healer."
*Oskar directs the last portion of his statement towards Natala, and when he catches her eye he winks at her. Then he gets back to tending to Aramil's wounds. When he felt that he has enough for the day he sets up a little sleeping position near Aramil so that he will be able to see him if he needs help. Then he too closes his eyes and rests.
"Ey' what was that fer?"
"I just wanted ter tell ye that I'm goin ter the SSAG ter clean up and then I'm gong ter visit the temple afterwards. I'll bring back some extra cloathes fer ye. When I get back we will clean our armor. Sound good?"
*Aramil nods his head, and then he goes back to sleep. Oskar just smiles and makes his way to the SSAG.
"Lets see, I'll need one good quality pearl, 2 samples of diamond dust, some sulpher, tallow, and some of these here"
As he pays his bill the thought occurs to him to keep track of components used, after all it is a jackal mission, maybe he could get some re-imbursment from the city
OOC: Cassius takes enough components to cast stoneskin, Dimension door and fireshield two times , the less costly he aquires4 items a piece.
Kywyn catches the pouch with both hands and turns back inside the shop. He walks to the counter near Natala and places the coins down.
"A peace offering, I think. He also wanted to purchase a few sunrods if you have them in stock."
Natala peers inside the sack. Her expression remains neutral.
"That will purchase seven sunrods, if he wants that many; and he'll have some change coming, either way."
"Yes, I have been pleased with myself and what I have accomplished. Although it seems that sometimes what I do is below her standards for me. I probably should ask her why someday if we get the chance to have a civil conversation. For some reason or another we push each other until we are arguing."
Natala nods to indicate understanding, and pulls her blue shawl around her shoulders, ready to seek out Thosar's residence.
[to Elsewhere?]
Culex remains silent for a bit, trying to think if he has ever heard that name or nickname before. He had heard comments about his scythe and some Goddess once or twice before, but never really thought about it until now.
"Really? Didn't know that, no I didn't. I've had this for as long as I can remember, yes I have, which isn't very long, no it isn't.
I don't know..."
Culex feels the weight of the scythe a few times and smiles pleasantly.
"...I always found it pretty easy to use. Fortune telling? You can tell fortunes? How much is that? I'd be really really interested in that, yes I would. ...can you tell pasts, too?"
Natala raises her eyebrows, her attention fully focussed on the man in front of her.
"Indications of the future do have a way of echoing the past... Do you have difficulty remembering your past, then?
Natala peers inside the sack. Her expression remains neutral.
"That will purchase seven sunrods, if he wants that many; and he'll have some change coming, either way."
"He said to give that to you... I believe he meant it's all for you. The sunrods were an afterthought."
"And two or three rods should be enough," Kywyn adds.
She pullsa piece of paper out of her bag and negins to write a list as Natala names them off
Yes, the elderflowers shouldn't be out for little while yet.
She begins to write down the rare herbs as Natala lists them and she shakes her head
I only have what is on me..some jasmine, apple and pear blossom and some wild grass I found deep in the forest. It's good for helping close deep wounds and keeps the wound from infection.
I can keep my eyes out for the rarer ones though, I may take a trip back to my grove so that I can bring you back some of the less common herbs, that you won't find around here.
"Nothing's urgent, fortunately; but you always know that what you can find is appreciated."
The two herbalists negotiate a price for the herbs Anaya has brought before parting.
[Anaya, if you had any other roleplaying you wanted to do here, I'm more than happy to do it; I'm only trying to move things along if this is a purely business transaction.
A DM will need to give you a price for this — I don't have time to try to figure out what it should be just now.]"You could say that, yes you could... truth be told, I don't remember anything about myself beyond my name, no I don't."
"He said to give that to you... I believe he meant it's all for you. The sunrods were an afterthought."
"And two or three rods should be enough," Kywyn adds.
Natala shakes her head.
"He can give it to the Temple, if he likes, but I'll not keep it."
For some things there can be no price.
"Though I do appreciate the... honorarium, if that's what it is. If you'll be taking the sundrods to him, please return the money, as well.
"And yes," she adds in afterthought, "I have sunrods enough. Young Mr. Waverstone keeps me supplied with them, these days."
Culex smiles and runs his hand through his hair, a touch embarressed by the question.
"You could say that, yes you could... truth be told, I don't remember anything about myself beyond my name, no I don't."
"As of when?"
Abruptly, the fortuneteller turns, gesturing the tall man toward a seat.
"Sit down, have a cup of tea. If we're going to talk, it may as well be in comfort.
"Now. When do your memories — such as they are — begin?"
"They begin about a year ago, yes they do. I found myself in an alley, yes I did, with no clue as to who I was, none at all."
Natala shakes her head.
"He can give it to the Temple, if he likes, but I'll not keep it."
For some things there can be no price.
"Though I do appreciate the... honorarium, if that's what it is. If you'll be taking the sundrods to him, please return the money, as well.
"And yes," she adds in afterthought, "I have sunrods enough. Young Mr. Waverstone keeps me supplied with them, these days."
Winding his approach to avoid possible insult to anyone, Kywyn rubs at his chin while pausing.
“Would it be alright if I bought store credit with the rest of his coin for now?”
He has no reason to doubt Natala would see through the ploy but assesses if she will let it pass.
“For now, the two rods will be fine.”
"Just where was this alley? In the city, or have you travelled here from somewhere else? And if here, what part of the city? How were you dressed, and what did you have with you? Were you injured in some way? Do you have any problems remembering things that happened since then?"
She gives him a small smile, as if to apologize for how quickly she is asking so many questions, and sips her steaming cup of tea with a small slurping noise.
"Hello! Nanashi the Terrifying is here to speak to Natala!"
See him jump, properly terrified! But he is not an elf! Oh ho ho! Nanashi has startled him out of his clever disguise! How ingenius of Nanashi!
"Natala isn't here right now. Can I help you instead?"
The boy recovers quickly from his fright! Nanashi is pleased that Natala's servant is so strong-willed. Magic is not for the faint of heart! Oh ho ho!
"Nanashi is looking for a patron in need of a great sorcerer like Nanashi. Do you know of any patrons worthy of him?"
"I can't think of any right now. I'll talk to Natala about it and maybe we can have a list ready for you in a few days."
Good! That should be enough time to make a proper list. Nanashi would hate to waste his time checking out unsuitable employers!
"Nanashi finds this agreeable. He will be back in a few days!"
Nanashi can't stay to shop. Until he has steady work, he must show how frugal he can be. In this too is strength!
"How very silly," he saying dryly as he awaits Natala to return to the shop. He goes about organizing and cleaning, noting the low-stock of elfmist tea as he does.
"I won't keep his money."
She shrugs, giving Kywyn the two sunrods and the change.
"If you'd rather, I can hunt him down and give it back to him myself. I thought this way would be easiest."
"The temple's children's school could always use a few coins."
"Thanks for everything, Natala. I've got some things to take care of,” the dark-haired man remarks quietly, “We'll talk later."
He nods to the healer and makes his way toward the front door.
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[To Elsewhere]
"And no clue as to why you were there, either, I suppose," she says, returning from the room that opens into this one, which she had stepped into as Culex sat down. "Here, take this," she adds, offering him a steaming cup, and retaining another for herself. "It'll be a bit weak yet; but it will get stronger in a few minutes.
"Just where was this alley? In the city, or have you travelled here from somewhere else? And if here, what part of the city? How were you dressed, and what did you have with you? Were you injured in some way? Do you have any problems remembering things that happened since then?"
She gives him a small smile, as if to apologize for how quickly she is asking so many questions, and sips her steaming cup of tea with a small slurping noise.
"Thank you. No, no clue at all."
Culex sets the cup aside and waits as she asks her questions. He seems a little bewildered, but he takes his time to answer each question.
"I didn't think to ask the name of the city, no I didn't. I just felt like I needed to get out of there as soon as possible, yes I did. I travelled here from elsewhere, after a month or three of wandering around. I was dressed in what you see me in now, bearing what you see before you... lighter a few coins, yes I am." Culex nods and sips his tea. He smiles. "That's very good, yes it is. Yes, I was injured, yes I was. I still have the scars, yes I do. No, I've been able to remember things pretty well for the most part since then... as well as ever, I think..."
(Less an answer than a breeding ground for more questions)Oo. Natala thinks.
.oO(Let's try a different approach, then...)
"Please excuse me for a moment," she says, smiling politely as she stands.
From a nearby shelf she retrieves a small, dark green bag, possibly made of felt. Its contents clicking together as she brings it back to the table.
"I usually give readings with the cards or with tea leaves, but I usually seek answers about the future. It felt appropriate to try a different method if we're looking for the past instead.
"Each of the four sticks I will draw from this bag represents the rung of a ladder. The first three rungs indicate influences that may lead you to the fourth, the means by which you may reach your goal."
Natala gives Culex a very serious look.
"Are you truly prepared for what you may learn from this? I make no promises that this won't just lead to more questions or bigger riddles, nor do I promise that even those might reassure you better than more definite results. Either way, let's be certain that this is what you want right now before we begin. Otherwise, we can wait for the day when you are ready for this."
"I was always ready, yes I was. Even if it is more questions, it gives me something to do... a purpose in my life, yes it does."
The man smiles, running his hand across the scythe, which is laid across his lap at the moment.
"'Never more ready than the moment we are born.'"
"Or perhaps reborn," she adds, then assumes a look of concentration.
After a number of minor preparations, she draws the first stick and lays it flat along the edge of the table. Unhurriedly, she examines the runes, tracing them and murmuring indistinctly to herself before she attempts an explanation of their meaning to Culex.
"This represents the help that is -- or was -- available to you. You may find this recommendation a curious one, considering your circumstances. To put it simply, its advice is: 'Allow your inner light to shine brightly.'
"In your case, however, we might not be able to divine what that inner light is -- or was. Will it bring you back your memories or was it necessary to abandon those to find that light? It may even mean that you weren't able to find that inner light before and that is why you're in the state you're in. So many possibilities... but I should give you a moment to discuss what you think this could mean before I move on to the second rung."
The seer watches Culex's face carefully, giving the impression that she could as easily perform a reading simply from observing another person long enough.
"Oh ho ho! If this is the park Marroc meant it is perfect, Esmet! If it is not then it is still perfect anyway! Nanashi has lots of room! How will he use it all?"
Oh ho ho! If anyone could find a way, it is Nanashi!
.oO(I hadn't taken any time off work for some time.)
Her brow wrinkles with worry at her companion's exclamation. "'Perfect'? For what, exactly?"
Listen to the applause! It is very faint but that is okay since Nanashi is making it himself. Look! No hands! Oh ho ho!
"Thank you! Thank you! Now what trick would you like to see first? What? No requests for the Great Nanashi? You are a very shy audience!"
Very shy! Nanashi can see none of them right now! He knows they are nevertheless watching closely, for even a shy audience would not want to miss what Nanashi will do next! Oh ho ho!
"If you will not choose, Nanashi will have to ask the Mighty Esmet to pick for him! Esmet, what trick shall Nanashi perform for this crowd of spectators!"
Nanashi waves in their direction, just in case Esmet might have overlooked them. Nanashi knows he has that affect on people. Oh ho ho!
(OoC: Nanashi casts Ghost Sound to make applause.)
Turning from the door, her attention is caught for a moment by an armored halfelf and a slightly deranged-looking gnome across the way.
.oO(They seem an odd pair — the halfling hardly looks strong enough to carry that armour. Perhaps it's part of their act?)
Finding no reason at all to blush, she asks, "How-- How are you doing that?"
.oO(He wasn't lying when he said he could perform feats.)
Watch Nanashi closely, and you might learn how to do this too! Listen to the words he chants. Watch how he waves his arms over his head. No, he is not calling for help! He is moving them in the shape of a rainbow! You see?
No, you can not see because of all of this fog. Where did it come from? Where did Nanashi go?
"Nanashi meant to do that. What is a rainbow without clouds first? Oh ho ho!"
Listen to the wisdom of Nanashi! Oh ho ho!
Looking around futilely in the fog, she steps toward Nanashi's voice.
"Very impressive."
.oO(Very strange. No one at home could do such things.)
(OoC: Nanashi forgot to say what spell he cast. It was Obscuring Mist, not Oscuring Smoke. Oh ho ho!)
"That's not much of a trick for buskers," she mutters to herself.
"Ah, a show with one spectator."
"...well two if you count me."
"And we'll have no more of dragons for now."
With a few words wispered and a slight sweep of his hand a rainbow appears facing the elf almost the size of the smoke itself.
Not waiting for a reaction he smiles to himself as he walks the remaining distance to the shop, thankful he was was assumedly unseen by the two. Opening the door, his smile widens when he sees that Natala happened to be watching.
"What?" :D
[casts Major Image]
"Oh, lovely!" gasps the half-elf as the rainbow streaks through the mist.
.oO(I am glad to be here today, though tomorrow I will have to return to work.)
"One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nanashi better make it ten! Nine. Ten. Nanashi needs Esmet to walk out of the fog and get herself and everyone else at least ten feet away from it. When she has done that, can Esmet shout 'Nanashi, are you okay in there?' That will be Nanashi's signal and she will have to keep everyone back then while he performs his next trick."
(OoC: Nanashi sees that there is a rainbow after all! Oh ho ho!)
.oO(What is this little man planning?)
"Nanashi, are you okay in there!" she calls through cupped hands.
"A bit odd, aren't they, Mr. Waverstone? They don't even have a hat on the ground," she says.
"Yes! Nanashi is perfectly fine! He can see no dragons anywhere! In fact he can see nothing at all! There is too much fog."
Another voice speaks in the fog now. Does it sound like Nanashi trying to speak in a bigger voice or does he fool you?
"WANT ME TO TAKE CARE OF IT FOR YOU?"
"Nanashi would be grateful. Who said that?"
"MUAHAHA!"
"Nanashi thinks that is a very funny name. You are not a dragon, are you?"
"WHAT DO YOU THINK?"
Nanashi speaks his magic words in the Abyssal language.
"Feel the breath of the Master upon you!"
Look! That is fire burning through the fog! Has Nanashi been eaten by a dragon? There is still no dragon to be seen but there is Nanashi! There is still fog at his back and sides but it comes no higher than six inches from the ground ahead of him now.
"No fog can keep Nanashi prisoner for long! Oh ho ho!"
There is the rainbow he promised too! Oh ho ho! Nanashi has done it again! Take a bow, Nanashi! Now take another bow!
"Very well done, Nanashi!"
By this time, a small crowd has gathered. Some also begin to applaud, but most adults drag the children on home.
(OoC: Nanashi forgot to mention that his last spell was Burning Hands cast a little bit above the ground. He does not think people want him burning their parks! Oh ho ho!)
Esmet looks from the weary mother to the shop. "I would love to see another, Nanashi, but maybe we should visit your friend Natala now?"
"Another, little man, do another!"
"Nanashi has to continue this another time. He needs a green shirt before he can do any more tricks. He than-thah-choo!"
Nanashi's shirt has turned dark green!
"He means blue-ah-choo!"
Now it is light blue!
"Red?"
Red as a brick!
"Yellow?"
Yellow as a yellow brick! Oh ho ho!
"Plaid!"
Plaid might have been a mistake. Pick again, Nanashi!
"Striped!"
That is much better! Black and white stripes look very good on Nanashi! Oh ho ho!
"Thank you, everyone! Nanashi hopes you enjoyed the show! Be sure to tell your friends! Ready to go, Esmet?"
"Now, dear, the little man has other business to attend to," chides the mother, "just like your mother. Don't make me tell Daddy." She drags the little boy after her despite his whimpers.
"Much easier on the eyes," remarks Esmet of the final shirt as they walk toward the store. "After you," she says with a smile at the door.
"Nanashi thanks Esmet."
The door opens before Nanashi! Next time he might even open it without using his hands! Oh ho ho! Now to announce himself!
"Oh ho ho! Nanashi stands before you! No doubt you are impressed but do not be afraid! He has come to ask for Natala's assistance!"
No one can make an entrance like Nanashi! Oh ho ho!
"I am Natala; how may I help you, Mister Nanashi?" she says, greeting the pair with a slight bow. Her eyes dart between the two for a moment, as if making certain which of them is the Nanashi being introduced, before settling on the gnome.
"Nanashi has come to Natala in the company of Esmet the Mighty because he has heard that she knows something of magic. He would go to the wizards in their big tower but they are jealous of his powers. This makes it harder for him to find those who could afford such a great sorceror. Since Natala is not in the big tower and yet has so much magic that she can afford to fill a shop with it, Nanashi figured she might know of such people."
You see? Nanashi gives excellent answers! Oh ho ho!
.oO(How did I get the mistaken impression that he already knew her? I must have misheard.)
But was Nanashi truly like them, a sorcerer? He gets a little sidetracked and that is enough as his tanglefoot gue to overpresurize and burst in many directions...half its contents about the walls and fixtures and not much else missing the young alchemist in it's audiable 'poof'.
. o O (That hasn't happened in a while)
Esmet examines the goo spotting her armor, ascertains that it is the stuff now clinging to the wall behind her, and whirls to face the young man. Sighing as she proffers her sticky gauntlet, she asks,
"Is this yours? How do I get it off?"
Waving to the splattered walls, she adds,
"Is that yours, too? How may I help you clean it up?"
"Oh, heavens. I appologize for that. I wasn't paying attention to my work. Here..."
Easy enough the gew peels off like thick layers of troll-hide.
"Natala, I made a mess back here with my alchemy again. I'll have it cleaned up but be careful if you need something for a bit."
He mutters under his breath as he and the elf clean the mess.
"A full days-work wasted, bah."
"My name is Tynk Waverstone, and this gew is one my alchemy creations. Although for the most part it stays inside the beakers, I assuse you it will do no more than dry and fall off over time and not stain your clothing."
Once the mess is cleaned, he goes about his lab equipment salvaging what's left of the grew and replacing what is lost.
"It does come off easily, doesn't it? What is it used for if not to spatter things?"
"Natala, I made a mess back here with my alchemy again. I'll have it cleaned up but be careful if you need something for a bit."
.oO(Good timing.)
"Thank you for the warning, Mr. Waverstone," she calls dryly to the young wizard. "I shall stay well out of the way."
She moves to another corner of the shop, away from the kitchen where Tynk works, indicating with her body language that Nanashi should follow.
"Seek you a fologoth, then — a patron?"
She translates the word for the benefit of the two in the kitchen, in case they are eavesdropping; and speaks more quietly after that.
"Or others? In either case, you're right: it's little interest those in the tower will have in you."
A pause, as she tries to keep the emotion from her voice.
"It's glad I am to see you well."
"This substance can be retained as a medium liquid when kept from the air. With a lob a bag-bubble of this will burst on a like-sized enemy and dry instantly, greatly hindering movements on a good strike and quite effectively to smaller opponents...if you can hit them. It is non-lethal as you can see.
Peels a missed droop of tanglefoot from his ear which streches and snaps first, and goes about finishing picking up. He motions to a small table against the wall nearby with a finished model of the same dark-greenish material.
“There is a finished model. You may want to know of those other objects if you are not familiar.”
“The large cup on the left with the black sticks make a sizable cloud of smoke and are easy to light, called a smokestick. The ones in the cup on the right will illuminate brightly when the crystals are lightly struck on something hard, called sunrods. The six clay bottles in the closed metal crate on the floor by you has an oily liquid that ignites if exposed to air, and quite well which makes them dangerous. They are called alchemist flames. Let’s see…”
Looks about, spotting and pointing to the top of an open cabinet shelf.
“Those three vials with the black liquid on the shelf there when ingested will aid in preventing a poison or pestilent for over an hour. Not a cure, just an aid to prevent one taking root for some time effectively.”
“And this is my favorite.”
Pulls a small white powdered throwing rock from a pouch at his side.
“Makes quite a noise when stuck hard against something, deafening those close by.”
Oh ho ho! Nanashi was right to come here! Natala is wary of the wizards too! Listen to how quietly she speaks so they can not eavesdrop on her! What? You can not make out what she says? Then listen more carefully! Oh ho ho! This is someone he can trust. He will follow her example.
"Nanashi is pleased to be well also. Oh-"
Nanashi must remember to laugh quietly. He does not want the wizards to learn too much!
"Oh ho ho. Yes, Nanashi would like a patron. He is tired of living of from meal to meal on the road. It is time to settle down and work for someone who can afford to put his genius to work the way it should."
Natala looks nervous. Nanashi will reassure her.
"Do not worry about the wizards. Nanashi will handle them if they should trouble us. Oh-"
Laugh quietly, Nanashi!
"-ho ho."
He is cut short by a loud 'Oh' from Nanashi and he pauses before a quick slight shake of the head.
"...Materials, and..."
Again. He glances out to see the Gnome having a quite conversation with Natala, paying little heed and turning back between Esmet and his work.[/i]
"...pressures.
I hesitate to draw from limited resources to pursue them, in other words. For now I simply theorize."
Looks woefully at the mess left on his lab.
"This will take some work, but I can take it from here. Thank you so much for your help. Luckily I wasn't making one for an Ogre. But enough of this, please tell me of yourself. I have heard much of and from elves and place no bias, and do not mean to pry."
Working quickly yet relaxed, he adds a few scoops of water to the sustained octagonal steel kettle, mixes, re-seals the pressure-locked lid clamps, and adjusts the suspender to a higher elevation to allow a slightly cooler temperature.
"Best not to speak of 'handling' wizards around here," she says. "They'll generally not bother you if you don't tread on their toes; but if you sound like you're going to make trouble... it's a bad idea to cross them.
"What skills have you to offer a patron? I've seen you cast spells, of course; do you have a specialty in that regard?"
.oO(Please don't say you've been trying to make a living making a spectacle of yourself as you did in the park just now.)
"Or any other skills someone might pay you to perform?"
Why does Natala ask about specialties? When you are Nanashi you are good at everything! Oh ho ho!
"Nanashi is an expert at striking fear into the hearts of his enemies. They are no match for his wiles or the fire he commands. He can even call upon big spiders to fight for him but he usually just makes them dance. Spiders are very good dancers. Oh ho ho.
"Nanashi can also protect the mind as well as the body! He knows a spell that will keep others from bending his patron's will to their own. Nanashi knows how important this sort of freedom can be. It is a terrible thing to lose so much control over yourself."
"Nanashi thinks might be the worst thing that could happen to anyone."
(OoC: Nanashi is sorry for the double post. He hopes this is better.)
She blinks at his prompt, specifically at the word "elf," and then gently corrects, "Ah, I'm not wholly an elf unfortunately. I'm half human..."
.oO(If I was just one or the other, I could die with one or the other.)
"As for 'tell me about yourself,' oh, I hate that prompt," she laughs. "It's so vague. Where should I start?"
Remembering his glance at the sword hanging at her side, she touches the scabbard and says, "I don't know anything about your creations. I grew up in a small village, and also I devote myself to religious studies and swordsmanship, so I don't know much about such wonders except for maybe those vials on the shelf."
She approaches Tynk's work area cautiously, wrinkling her brow.
"What are you doing now? Is it dangerous?"
His studies of the elves taught him a little of the general disposition of humans and elves toward half-elves. A half-elf is thought of as half-human by elves and half elven by man. He focuses on her last question to lighten the subject.
"Not really dangerous, with the exception of the long-term boiling this fluid that's all over. It is to be a tanglefoot, and I have recently found how to cut the cook-time to just under a day for it."
Judging by the smell, one of a couple of fluids he pours into a large beaker is clear and thick...probebly pine-tree sap.
"This one was almost finished but I must mix it again back to size and allow to stay under heat and preasure until the whole shell of the gue inside solidifies. It has a certain darker color when the shell is baked, and too dark tells me the shell is too thick and the bag will be hard to break open when thrown."
"But aside from misusing the fire used in its creation you have seen the worst danger this particular mix has to offer."
Unsecuring the lid to the steel kettle, he pours the mixed fluid in and stirs vigorously and fast.
"I must be quick about...this part, it dries too quickly...and doesn't mix right otherwise."
"I am intrigued, religion you say? Swordsmanship? Does that make you a crusader?
Unhappily, she reproaches herself, "Today I made an exception to celebrate Nanashi's attainment of license, but ordinarily I would be still be at the Iron Wolf.
"I should get back to the church and practice. My poor sword hasn't seen much activity recently," she murmurs, with an affectionate touch and glance at the scabbard.
He says pointedly as he fixes the lid.
"Now as the heat causes the mixure to expand, the compression makes a tight bubble ready to burst with a solidified wrap."
She shifts her weight.
"How much do these tanglefoot things cost, Mr. Waverstone?"
A thought occures to him about her mentioning of practice.
"Say, I could really use some help with a combat-casting technique I am refining. I am trying to learn how to cast my spells in melee and still defend myself effectively as I do. With my recent line of research on alternative somatics, I think I may have more success."
"This could also give you the chance to see some of the magic you would hopefully never have to encounter, and help you prepare better if you do."
"I... haven't practiced much with those who don't use swords, so that's a very good idea, Mr. Waverstone. When would you like to practice? I generally have to work from mornings through afternoons, but evenings should be fine."
She glances out the door into the main room of the store at Nanashi, and then returns her gaze to the alchemist.
.oO(I suppose I'll have to find a wooden sword--or make one. But what kind of practice spells and materials will he use? For this practice to be useful, he'd have to use actual spells on me. Does that entitle me to use my sword, though, when a safer alternative is available?)
"I'll use a wooden sword, if that's all right with you..."
"I am familiar thus with nonlethal combat, and I give my word you will experience no harm. In fact, we both may have much to learn from each other."
Nodding in satisfaction at the positioning of the fires and length of slack for the kettle, then glances about to be certain there are no more stray forgottens amongst his work.
"Oh, and please do not call me Mr. Waverstone. It makes me old before my time. Often enough I here a 'Master Wasterstone' in the tower, and that is even worse."
"Tynk will suffice."
There is a kind smile behind the words.
"Then I will call you Tynk. Are you familiar with Mrs. Weatherby's boarding house, Mr.--Tynk? I live there. Anytime you would like to practice together, please drop by in the evening.
"Or if that is inconvenient, I can pay you a visit... here or elsewhere? The Tower, you said?"
Indeed his style of clothing, though slightly flashy of dark and light browns, allows for a more free motion. His movements are quick and graceful as he lowers the alchemedical creation closer to the flame and loops it taunt. It is obvious he placed some degree of strain signifying no real strength in his small frame, but as he continues to clean up he works quickly and tirelessly.
"Until then?"
"Nanashi can also protect the mind as well as the body! He knows a spell that will keep others from bending his patron's will to their own. Nanashi knows how important this sort of freedom can be. It is a terrible thing to lose so much control over yourself.
"Nanashi thinks might be the worst thing that could happen to anyone."
Natala nods in acknowledgment of that truth.
"I think I can find someone who will pay to have your services at their disposal. Will you come back here in a week's time? I will try to find someone, and introduce you to them then.
"Where might I find you, if they want to meet you sooner than that?"
"NaShae, by the Mother, what happened? Sit down. You're hurt."
.oO(And that's not the only thing wrong.)
"Where's Dakarai?" she adds, gently but urgently. "Is he safe?"
Almost as if she's just seeing Natala, Shae gives a dazed smile, "Natala. I was going to leave you a note. There's something wrong with the link. It's not like we're too far away. It's like there's something blocking us. I had this horrid...dream this morning and it just went away. Do you know where Kywyn went exactly? I need to find him so we can figure this out. I'm sure if I can talk to him, we'll get this fixed. Do you know what could be wrong?" She looks at their friend, sure that she'll tell her it's something she can fix, that someone did this--like when the Strikers kidnapped her--something she can take care of.
Nanashi may not have enough money to stay there but at least now he will have an excuse to visit! Oh ho ho!
"I'll try to help you find him. First, give me your hand. No, the other hand."
She incants a minor spell of healing over the hand she holds in her own, gently straightening the unnaturally bent fingers as she does so.
"Now, tell me about this... dream."
There was a human I've never seen shooting at the thing and a dwarf, I don't know him either, jumped on it's back. It came toward me, then everything was emotions. Fear. Pain, a lot of pain. But then I felt love. I could feel how much Kywyn loves us." She frowns, "Then it was gone. I guess it couldn't have been all bad with that last part. But the rest was horrid. But I need to find him. He's really much smarter than I am. But then if I was smarter, I might have been a wizard."
"That sounds like the group Kywyn was with, when last he was here. They came in need of healing... Kywyn wasn't hurt, then," she adds to reassure the woman before her.
.oO(Though I wonder whether that's a kindness.)
"I know they were going back into the sewers," she says reluctantly. "And..."
The room swims around her for a moment, as this loss connects with an older memory for her.
.oO(O Mother, help me be strong, for she who has lost much more than I now.)
"NaShae, that's a dangerous place to be. I had hoped it was gone, after... But... I'll help you find out for sure."
She holds the elf's hand a little tighter, forces herself to say it.
"But I think he's dead. I don't know what else could break such a connection as the two of you shared."
Shae blinks and the distance is back, "I'll look for him in the sewers then. I just have to get some things. And change out of this skirt...don't want it to get that dirty. Thank you, Natala." She moves to stand, as if finding Kywyn was nothing more than walking across the market.
.oO(Does he believe?)
"Until then," Esmet replies with a smile and a nod and finds her way back into the main room of the store. To Nanashi:
"I just encountered a very odd substance - a tanglefoot - or at least its remains. As you can see," she says, proffering her slightly splotchy armor.
Who else but Esmet could slay a tanglefoot so quickly and quietly that Nanashi was never aware of the danger until it was over? Oh ho ho! Nanashi chose his bodyguard well!
"'Choose your battles wisely,' and all."
.oO(With luck, we can find that out either way.)
"You'll need to know where he is, and you'll need help if you're to rescue..."
.oO('Retrieve.')
"...him. The sewers are large. You can't help your love if you get lost in a maze full of monsters before you find him."
Her brow furrows deeply, "But if the sewers are full of monsters, wouldn't it be better to get to him sooner? I don't know who he went with. I don't know what they can do and how good they are. What if they get Kywyn into trouble or danger?" The glaze still covers her eyes, but there's some thought in them again. As she thinks, her eyes move between two spots over the floor and a near panic look comes across her face as she's unable to decide which she needs more--to get to her love now or to find him first.
"They're dead, all of them, dead... dammit dead."
He slumps to his knees just inside the store and the axe clatters to the ground by his hand.
She jumps to her feet, putting some pressure on NaShae's shoulder with her hand.
The gazed look slowly lifts from her eyes and her body trembles. Swallowing visibly, she turns a suddenly cold look to the human, "Kywyn. Is. Not. DEAD!" Furious at the human for not taking care of her love and for leaving him, the elf lunges for him, straining against Natala's grasp.
She frowns.
.oO(Two bites of wisdom in one minute? Suddenly I'm a priest.)
"Where will you go, Nanashi?"
Staring at the wall a moment, her eyes start to glaze once again until she closes her eyes. Rocking slowly, she draws in a sharp gasp and tears spill from her eyes, her sobs and keening filling the shop.
"First the thing cast a spell, it brought out a green, stinking clound that made me vomit. Then while Ulerian was helpless to it the thing burnt him to a crisp with magic. This also killed the shadow, air-spirit Kywyn had summoned. Then it moved out into the room we stood in. It touched Aramil once and he died, he just died. Then it touched Kywyn and it froze him, he didn't move after that. I tried to attack it but it touched me and stole my agility. Then it went over to Kywyn while Oskar and I tryed to fight it. It punched him playfully and some sort of tattoo appeared on Kywyn. Then Oskar leaped at it, to wrestle it to the ground but it didn't help. I shot a bolt at it but missed. Then it reached out and touched Kywyn and he crumpled to the ground, dead. Then it was just me and Oskar. I covered it in oil and lit it on fire while Oskar shot beams of Holy light at it. Then he started touching it with healing spells and its flesh began to whither. I got out Aramil's axe but I couldn't hit it. Then it touched Oskar and he died too. Finally I ran, but as I was going he cast a Spell on me that hurt me bad, then I got out of the sewers and came here."
"I'm so sorry, it was just too strong for any of us. I didn't want to die, I just had to run..."
Boirin trails off with the last in sobs of shame and dishonor.
Slowly she gets up, still unsteady on her legs and mechanically walking to the door. Her arms wrap around herself, fingers once again clawing at her arms, obviously without her notice.
[To Elsewhere p28, unless someone stops her]
Boirin gets up and bars her way. He says quietly,
"I won't let you kill yourself, there has been too much blood spilled today allready."
Boirin steps out of the way of the elf. Her rage surpassing his own.
"Natala, the Mage weakened me, I need you're help so I can get back up to fighting strength. If you would use your magicks to remove his hateful touch I would be indepted. I'm afraid I don't have Silver Sword Pin, but I am a member."
"Oh, no, not the armory. I think I'll retreat to Mrs. Weatherby's boarding house. A... woman's home is her castle."
Esmet has a castle? Nanashi picks his companions well and in that too is strength! Oh ho ho!
"Where will you go, Nanashi?"
"Nanashi will go where he pleases! Oh ho ho! He would like to go see this castle, if Esmet does not mind."
.oO(He knows I don't actually live in a castle, doesn't he?)
"That should be fine. But you know that was just an expression when I said, 'A woman's home is her castle,' don't you?" she asks as she walks out the door.
To Elsewhere - (OoC) Nanashi, would you care to do the honors and respond to this in Elsewhere?
"Boirin, you must not have been a Silver Sword for long," she says tiredly, "or you'd know that it wouldn't matter if you weren't one at all. I do what I can to help those in need. Membership in one organization or another doesn't change that."
Taking his elbow, she steers him to a chair.
"You've been cursed, if you didn't know, and you're suffering the same disease Mr. Dunskar was when last you were here. I can smell it," she explains, wrinkling her nose, "even over the smell of the sewage."
Once Boirin is seated, the healer lays a hand on his forehead, then intones what seems to be a prayer in a harsh language while tracing the shape of a sickle in the air.
"Please, tell me more of what happened," she says quietly, when she is done. "What you went there looking for, and where you were, as well as what you fought against. I hope you no longer have compunctions about telling me this; I know the wizard, at least was wishing to keep secrets."
"Ulerians secrecy has done no one good. We went into the sewers looking for a book mage, like Ulerian, but darker. He had aparently been messing around with powerful black magic. Undead, demons, dark powers not meant to be known by the likes of man. You know what I mean."
"We went down there to kill him, and his servants. To steal his books and magical equiptment. To give the books back to the hightower and keep any magical gear for ourselves, as payment for service."
"But Ulerian didn't mention anything about the Bookmage being undead. He was all wrapped up, like the thing we found earlier, the one that hurt Aramil. He wore dark robes, and his voice was very very dry. But he wasn't like other undead, he is a thinking deader. I think he made all the other stuff down there. Or I hope so, if there is something bigger and nastier down there, well lets just say the cakkie is about to hit the bleeding windmill."
"Anyway, everything went horribly wrong. It was very strong. In one hit he killed Aramil, then in another Kywyn. He burnt Ulerian to a crisp. Oskar and I lasted longer, but he got that evil touch too."
"The thing is, he doesn't hit that hard, its like his touch sucks your soul out. I don't know what it is about him, it was the most freightening thing I've ever seen, trust me I've seen things that aren't supernatural be pretty scary. Anyway, it was bad. I kept hitting him with my sword, but it didn't hurt him. Oskar summoned an axe made out of light and it could barely hurt it either, allthough I think that was more of Oskar's problem, the bugger had thick skin. I lit him on fire, and he just ignored it."
"So thats what happened."
Boirin shakes his head when he finishes, not sure what exactly this is helping with.
Quickly, she picks out some potions and scrolls, giving all but 10gp to Nat to pay for it.
[bought 3 cure moderate potions, 3 cure serious potions, 1 cure crit scroll, 1 lesser restoration scroll, 1 remove disease scroll--total 2425gp]
"You have my help."
He makes his way back to his lab, grabbing various equipment and stuffing his vial bag. He makes his own purchases, retrieving the items and placing a pouch of platinums in the lockbox.
He offers an assortment of vials, a few sticks, and a somewhat heavy green bag to Nashae. Any she may not recognize he explains there functions.
"If they aid our cause in your capable hands, then you may return whatever you don't use after we return with our rescued friends. Do not hesitate to use them on that account."
(Nashae may pick from to the total of...1 thunderstone, 1 alchemists flame, 2 tindertwigs, 1 tanglefoot, 2 sunrods, 1 antitoxin, and 1 flask of acid.
Tynk purchases 3 cure light, 2 cure moderate, 1 cure serious potion, and 4 flasks of holy water. DM paging post has spells and equipment.)
Sniffling and with a choked voice, she askes about the thunderstone and hands back the acid, as it makes her uncomfortable. She packs them away, "Thank you. I'm sure Kywyn will appreciate it as well."
Boirin looks at the mage who walks in he looks back at Natala, then turns his gaze upon Shae.
"Once I am healed I will try and find something that I can hurt it with. I'll run over to the Armory and then head to the Silver Sword. I think I'll be more usefull with a weapon that can accually damage it. I will be quick about it too."
Natala's expression grows dark as Boirin recounts the events in the sewers, though whether it is from what he has said or what she says next is hard to tell.
"We'll have to go to the Temple," she informs him grimly. "The more ordinary curse is broken, but the rot..."
She shakes her head.
"I've not seen it this strong before; I can't touch it. Given a day, I could try again, but... I'm not sure we'll be allowed to wait that long. So we'll have to seek help. I'll do what I can for you after that.
"And expect to have to tell your tale again, likely more than once," she adds. "We'll be gathering forces and going after the despicable thing you faced, no doubt, and we'll need to know all we can about what we're going up against."
Her voice is heavy with disgust when she references the undead being Boirin described to her.
"But before I go to the armory, Natala and I are going to the temple for healing. Apparently I got the rot down in the sewers. If I die before I can get you to your husband I'm no good to ya, or Sir Gamis and Lady Mirriele, and Mister Tynk here."
Once he has gathered up his things and a Natala is ready, he heads towards the Temple of Ordemetrix.
Tynk splits ways at the front door with them, heading south then west to the guild.
Natala makes various preparations in some haste: gathering things she feels she will need — or hopes not to need; changing clothes; preparing the shop to be left for what she hopes will be a short time...
.oO(But you can never really know. Especially not here.)
...and most importantly to her, spending a time in prayer.
"Mother, please help me not to be afraid, knowing where we go. Help me to remember that, should my fears come to pass, we go but home again, frightful though the journey may be."
Thus concluding her preparations, she locks the store and hurries to the guildhall.
[to the SSAG]