Momo the Storyteller
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Yes, I'm a cat. Yes, I tell stories. What? You never seen a storytelling kitty before?!
Roleplay posts: 70
Registered: Jan 27, 2020 6:44:27 GMT -8
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Post by Momo the Storyteller on Feb 9, 2020 22:28:40 GMT -8
A quaint town settled in a rather calm and vibrant landscape, bustling with activity on a day to day basis.
A few farmers with wide, green plantations are the majority providers of the produce in town, as well as exporting their famous, spicy Tiger Potatoes to other cities - exclusively grown in this little town. The hills provide a semi-steady flow of iron for forges, so smiths usually have quite a few wares to peddle in shop and even a little in export. The people are varied, from humans to Elves to even a few Dwarves and other oddballs. People might stare at odd visitors, but there's little to fear in terms of being shooed out the gates of town by the soldiers that defend under a few lords. Most are welcome in and out without heavy suspicion or searches.
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Viessa Beiris
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 24
Physical Description: She is of average height, with dark hair and eyes. She has a delicate face unmarred by freckles or other blemishes. There is an aura of purity about the young woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: White Robes
Simple, wooden staff for protection
Sandals or boots depending on the weather
Cloak
Dagger
Light travel gear such as a bedroll
Donkey to carry gear
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 19:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Viessa Beiris on Feb 10, 2020 7:25:25 GMT -8
She arrived in a whisper of fabric and the steady tap of the plain, wooden staff held within a dainty hand. The cleric wore a serene look upon her delicate face, dark eyes drinking in her surroundings with a flicker of interest. It’d been quite the trek from the last village she was in and now she needed to resupply her food stock so that she wouldn’t go hungry on her way to the next.
Viessa wouldn’t stay long; she only stayed when she was needed and until she was no longer necessary. Such was the life of that cleric, always the outsider and fine with it. As she advanced through the town to market, she went through the list of her needs mentally and approached a vendor.
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Momo the Storyteller
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Yes, I'm a cat. Yes, I tell stories. What? You never seen a storytelling kitty before?!
Roleplay posts: 70
Registered: Jan 27, 2020 6:44:27 GMT -8
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Post by Momo the Storyteller on Feb 10, 2020 7:54:11 GMT -8
The farmer at the stall in the market square handed a bought satchel of peas to a customer and thanked them heartily before turning to look upon the pretty woman that wandered up. He was an older man, with his beard and thin, short hair starting to grey and creases tugging around his eyes and lips - but he smiled as a friend and greeted her with a wave and a gesture to the open, tilted crates around him that displayed his foods and goods.
"Good day, m'lady, good day! My, don't you look lovely this morning! A bit peckish, maybe? You came to the best shop in town!" he chuckled with a slight bow of his head. "Everything here is from my farm on the edge of town! Carrots, corn, peas, Tiger 'tatoes, cabbage - even a few cheese wheels here I can portion for ya."
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Viessa Beiris
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 24
Physical Description: She is of average height, with dark hair and eyes. She has a delicate face unmarred by freckles or other blemishes. There is an aura of purity about the young woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: White Robes
Simple, wooden staff for protection
Sandals or boots depending on the weather
Cloak
Dagger
Light travel gear such as a bedroll
Donkey to carry gear
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 19:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Viessa Beiris on Feb 10, 2020 9:08:06 GMT -8
She seemed unaffected by the compliments to her being pretty, rather nonplussed really. She stared at the man for a moment as if he were an odd man for even suggesting it, but went straight to business. "Good day... I am looking for things I can carry through travel." She was lucky to have her trusty donkey, who was busy flexing his ears and chewing lazily on some grass. The donkey gave the man a look with his big brown eyes and his lips did that thing that happens when equine is interested in something like a sugar cube.
She ended up purchasing some cheese, carrots, cabbage, potatoes and whatever else seemed appropriate at the time. After she paid, she said, "Can you tell me if there is help needed around here? I have talents I can offer to those who are in need of healing."
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Momo the Storyteller
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Yes, I'm a cat. Yes, I tell stories. What? You never seen a storytelling kitty before?!
Roleplay posts: 70
Registered: Jan 27, 2020 6:44:27 GMT -8
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Post by Momo the Storyteller on Feb 10, 2020 22:34:29 GMT -8
The old farmer tucked his payment away once their transaction was complete, also offering a couple of carrots to the beast out of good will - the question made him pause once they were snapped up and rub his bearded chin a bit with a thoughtful "hmmmmm". "Well, I can't say I know anyone needing help at the moment, but you can always pop into the church and see if there's any ill being tended there," he added, pointing out a rather tall, brick-walled building that bore a very elegant stained glass window high above the twin front doors - depicting an angel garbed in white gowns with her hands raised to the heavens as she set over a broad yellow sun and glossy blue sky. Besides the glass, it was a simple, bland building on the exterior save for a pair of iron braziers at the foot of the steps that led to the door. "Though the mage and monks do what they can, they are always looking for people that wish to help."
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Viessa Beiris
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 24
Physical Description: She is of average height, with dark hair and eyes. She has a delicate face unmarred by freckles or other blemishes. There is an aura of purity about the young woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: White Robes
Simple, wooden staff for protection
Sandals or boots depending on the weather
Cloak
Dagger
Light travel gear such as a bedroll
Donkey to carry gear
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 19:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Viessa Beiris on Feb 11, 2020 6:21:42 GMT -8
The donkey eagerly nibbled on the carrots in question, nearly bowling the girl over as she was trying to tuck food into the sack she kept on his back. She would need other food too but that would come later, she supposed. For now, she had her interest in the church he was telling her about that impressed her so. "Thank you," she said and would have tipped her hat if she wore one. She waited until the donkey finished munching on the treats he was given (he gave a wuffle of appreciation to the farmer) and took his lead. "Good day, sir," she said. Vie headed toward the church in curiosity. She hitched the donkey where she could, then headed inside the building, feeling at home for the first time in a while.
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Momo the Storyteller
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Yes, I'm a cat. Yes, I tell stories. What? You never seen a storytelling kitty before?!
Roleplay posts: 70
Registered: Jan 27, 2020 6:44:27 GMT -8
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Post by Momo the Storyteller on Feb 11, 2020 7:38:50 GMT -8
Normally there was an aura of calm and peace for those that walked through the door, but open pushing open one of the massive oak doors there was a heat that floated by - and there was a hard, booming voice that cut through the quiet. "I don't know what your business is here, sir, but you are making those here uncomfortable. I must ask you to leave now." A short, plump man garbed in a very simple and plain set of robes and sash stood at the very front of the church by a decorated alter and a stone lecturn. His bare head reflected the warm light from the tall candle stands dotted around the hall and the pews, and the frown was well framed by the lines of his features cast in shade from said candles. The person standing before him stood considerably taller, almost six feet even, but his stance was rather stoic and imposing without having to make a visible threat. He was clad in iron armor places and pieces, cloaked in a very stark red. His very aura was deadly, and molten hot - felt by mana users with ease as the source of the heat in the room. Beneath the scarlet hood was a steel mask, and a pair of fiery eyes were peering out the thin slits at the friar with a vicious stare. Yet the voice, seeming to echo behind the mask like a man speaking in an empty hall, was as calm as it was powerful. "I am only here to assist the patrons you gather here for healing from their ailments, but I apologize for my presence. Good day." With that, he turned smoothly on his heel and made long strides for the door.
In his gait, the masked man clearly pegged Viessa with the harsh stare - the eyes seeming a shifting mix of red and orange and yellow like hot lava around coal pupils. They flicked across her face and spent an even shorter split moment to look her up and down as he made his attempt to pass her and go out the door.
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Viessa Beiris
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 24
Physical Description: She is of average height, with dark hair and eyes. She has a delicate face unmarred by freckles or other blemishes. There is an aura of purity about the young woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: White Robes
Simple, wooden staff for protection
Sandals or boots depending on the weather
Cloak
Dagger
Light travel gear such as a bedroll
Donkey to carry gear
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 19:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Viessa Beiris on Feb 11, 2020 10:13:48 GMT -8
Goodness, but the heat… and then the yelling. Was this a church or not? The man being asked to leave was massive, she thought, and even before he turned around, she thought about making her exit as well. But there he was, coming down the aisle. She did not like the way he looked at her as he was coming out. She stepped out of the way, shuddering as she stepped around him and started inward to put distance between her and the masked man. Who was that??
At some point, she made it to where the man was that she assumed was the priest and gave him a wide eyed look. “I came to offer my help… Is there something amiss?”
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Momo the Storyteller
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Yes, I'm a cat. Yes, I tell stories. What? You never seen a storytelling kitty before?!
Roleplay posts: 70
Registered: Jan 27, 2020 6:44:27 GMT -8
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Post by Momo the Storyteller on Feb 12, 2020 21:15:38 GMT -8
The portly man didn't dare to take his eyes off the offending party until he was out the door and it slowly closed shut behind him with a heavy thud. It was only then that he finally let out a held breath and visibly relax, turning his softened attention to Viessa and offering her a rather relieved smile.
"Good day to you, m'lady. I apologize for you having to witness that - we normally don't turn people away here, especially those that offer to aid the ill and down-trodden, but those..." He jabbed a hard finger at the doors. "Those people in red have only succeeded in making out poor souls here fearful and uneasy. We've no choice but to shoo them out now for everyone's sake.
"But if you are here to help then we gladly accept your assistance," he added, folding his hands within his long sleeves and bending at the waist in a polite bow to her for just a moment. "Personally my skills in white magicks are rather lacking, so we are grateful for any healing aid we can get. And I can sense you are also a woman of the blessed arts," he chuckled. "Am I mistaken?"
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Viessa Beiris
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 24
Physical Description: She is of average height, with dark hair and eyes. She has a delicate face unmarred by freckles or other blemishes. There is an aura of purity about the young woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: White Robes
Simple, wooden staff for protection
Sandals or boots depending on the weather
Cloak
Dagger
Light travel gear such as a bedroll
Donkey to carry gear
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 19:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Viessa Beiris on Feb 13, 2020 15:44:51 GMT -8
She wasn’t sure what to do as all eyes were on the man who closed the door firmly behind him. The priest seemed to sigh in relief and she found herself breathing with him and letting the tension ebb from her. She offered a smile in return.
“Good day, sir. What was that? I am sorry that someone is giving you trouble.” She paused and let him finish talking, then nodded in understanding. It seemed that the people in question were nothing but trouble. “Oh, I see. Oh my.” It was a good thing that the man left and took the oppressive feeling with him. “I hope his leaving helps ease the worries of the others.
She gave a bow as he did, a peaceful sort of gesture from a gently spoken young lady. “I am Viessa, and I am, indeed, of the blessed arts. I have come to offer my aid in healing as I pass through. I am a cleric.” She moved closer. One could smell roses around her almost, a sign of benevolence for certain, as she did not bathe with scented soap. Not that they would know that.
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Momo the Storyteller
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Yes, I'm a cat. Yes, I tell stories. What? You never seen a storytelling kitty before?!
Roleplay posts: 70
Registered: Jan 27, 2020 6:44:27 GMT -8
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Post by Momo the Storyteller on Feb 15, 2020 7:39:00 GMT -8
"That is wonderful to hear. Come, come." With a wide gesture of his arm he indicated to a corridor on the right of the right side of the room from the altar, walking ahead of her to lead her along. "Any relief you can bring these poor farmers is appreciated."
The corridor was lined with well spaced doors along the left, and then the hall stopped to open on the last arch to a larger chamber - lined with plain but soft beds. Several were occupied but a few elderly folks and a few more with children with only 1 middle aged man occupying bedding. The sickly children had their mothers sitting at their bedside for comfort and support. The ones lying in bed seemed rather flushed and feverish, coughing on occasion with mild shivers.
The priest stood aside and allowed Viessa to step past him into the room. "Thankfully, not too many are ill but it seems to affect more of the youth and the old. They haven't gotten much for worse, but I'm hoping you can help them to a speedy recovery, Lady Viessa."
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Viessa Beiris
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 24
Physical Description: She is of average height, with dark hair and eyes. She has a delicate face unmarred by freckles or other blemishes. There is an aura of purity about the young woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: White Robes
Simple, wooden staff for protection
Sandals or boots depending on the weather
Cloak
Dagger
Light travel gear such as a bedroll
Donkey to carry gear
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 19:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Viessa Beiris on Feb 15, 2020 14:40:44 GMT -8
The girl followed the man as he gestured for her, her eyes roaming about her until he started to talk to her again. Ahh, so she was treating farmers, she thought with a frown, wondering what ailed them. Once in the place where he was taking her, she stepped passed him and moved about to each sick person, touching their arms with comforting touch. She was doing assessments, asking soft questions about the severity of the illness at hand, if not the patients, but the patients’ loved ones.
When she was done, she said to the priest, “I do not have the power within me to heal everyone in one day. However, I come armed with the knowledge of herbs and plants and I believe we can treat some of the cases with potions made from those to start, and I can treat the more severe cases first with my gift. I will need a cauldron full of water placed in the hearth. For the patients who are not as bad, extra blankets piled on will help draw out the fever and hopefully break them. Have they been given water at all to keep their mouths moist?” She almost forgot something and then caught herself, “Tell me what the illness is like before we do all of this though, I wouldn’t want to treat blindly.”
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Momo the Storyteller
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Yes, I'm a cat. Yes, I tell stories. What? You never seen a storytelling kitty before?!
Roleplay posts: 70
Registered: Jan 27, 2020 6:44:27 GMT -8
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Post by Momo the Storyteller on Feb 15, 2020 21:07:33 GMT -8
As Viessa made her requests, the priest had quietly whispered to a pair of passing assistants in the hall to start the water to avoid interrupting her. "The illness? It has claimed only two lives thus far, an elderly couple. They were feverish until it grew too much to bear. They struggled to breathe amidst the coughing, and became too weak to move because of it. So far, this is all I see from the afflicted: fevers and weak breathing and a persistent cough.
"We've kept cold water on hand and tried to keep everyone drinking when they aren't resting. I can certainly find more blankets, if you think that will help," he added, a little skeptical that keeping them warm would help rather than make it worse. But this cleric certainly spoke of one that knew much more than he.
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Viessa Beiris
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 24
Physical Description: She is of average height, with dark hair and eyes. She has a delicate face unmarred by freckles or other blemishes. There is an aura of purity about the young woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: White Robes
Simple, wooden staff for protection
Sandals or boots depending on the weather
Cloak
Dagger
Light travel gear such as a bedroll
Donkey to carry gear
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 19:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Viessa Beiris on Feb 16, 2020 18:35:46 GMT -8
She nodded at him at his words, then decided on a course of action when it came to the potions. She immediately moved to brew a tea made with mint, feverfew, and willow bark, muddling ingredients in mortar and pestle before adding the resulting mash into hot water to steep. While waiting on the tea, she would assess the first few patients and decide on whether they needed the help of magic or not yet. The girl would not sit down until all of her tasks were completed, and she worked well into the evening to make sure blankets were piled on some, tea was given to others (including the worst) to help with their fevers, ease their coughing, and pain.
It was after all of those tasks were done that she knew she could concentrate on the worst. She approached one of the patients and began by placing her hand over his head.
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Momo the Storyteller
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Yes, I'm a cat. Yes, I tell stories. What? You never seen a storytelling kitty before?!
Roleplay posts: 70
Registered: Jan 27, 2020 6:44:27 GMT -8
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Post by Momo the Storyteller on Feb 16, 2020 20:35:54 GMT -8
By the evening, several of the ill were sleeping peacefully from her care - all the children included, to much of the relief of their troubled parents. It was a blessed miracle, some had said.
The priest did not a thing to hinder Viessa, doing everything within his power to give her whatever she needed as she worked. The humility was clear in his soft eyes as he watched the sick lambs under his wing begin to show improvement and rest easy. It was enlightening and humbling at the same time.
The elder man she approached lay mostly still on his back, his breathing shallow and weak. His fever was still fiery, and he shivered despite the thick blanket that was smothering him.
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Viessa Beiris
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 24
Physical Description: She is of average height, with dark hair and eyes. She has a delicate face unmarred by freckles or other blemishes. There is an aura of purity about the young woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: White Robes
Simple, wooden staff for protection
Sandals or boots depending on the weather
Cloak
Dagger
Light travel gear such as a bedroll
Donkey to carry gear
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 19:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Viessa Beiris on Feb 17, 2020 13:55:00 GMT -8
After focusing and charging her energy, a bright yellow light, not unlike that of the sun, began to glow and overtake the man's body. She tilted her head back and sweat began to pour from her forehead as she put as much of her into it as she could. "Divine goddess..." she murmured, but that was all one could make out of her incantations. However, she could not heal completely a man who seemed to be on death's door. If it worked at all, there would be a great improvement and he would be on his way to getting better, but he would not be totally healed. She fell back when she could handle no more, blood dripping from her nose as a consequence of her overuse of power.
There too was a noticeable change in her pallor. She seemed to look more grey than she had, exhausted, maybe like she had drawn the illness into her.
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Momo the Storyteller
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Yes, I'm a cat. Yes, I tell stories. What? You never seen a storytelling kitty before?!
Roleplay posts: 70
Registered: Jan 27, 2020 6:44:27 GMT -8
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Post by Momo the Storyteller on Feb 17, 2020 19:30:02 GMT -8
One of the servants of the church had just finished tucking in a nearby child when she fell, and he hurriedly shuffled to her side to offer his help - arms open and hovering around her in case she went to the ground, ready to catch her to avoid her taking a painful impact on the stone floor.
The priest saw the same thing from across the room and hobbled over as quickly as he could manage without tripping on his robes. "M'lady? M'lady, are you all right?" he murmured, reaching into a pocket of his robes for a plain handkerchief to offer for the blood at her lip.
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Viessa Beiris
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 24
Physical Description: She is of average height, with dark hair and eyes. She has a delicate face unmarred by freckles or other blemishes. There is an aura of purity about the young woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: White Robes
Simple, wooden staff for protection
Sandals or boots depending on the weather
Cloak
Dagger
Light travel gear such as a bedroll
Donkey to carry gear
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 19:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Viessa Beiris on Feb 17, 2020 20:04:42 GMT -8
Luckily, she did not faint... but she felt awful. She cleaned her face up with shaking fingers and rasped out, "I did all I could for him." She didn't know if he was going to pull through, and it clearly affected her in a bad way. "I will be alright. I... overtaxed myself is all." She was good at what she did, but there was lots of room to grow still. She looked at the priest as if she had done wrong, but she did not say anything to confirm what she looked like she could be thinking.
At some point, she used some extra blankets to make a pallet next to the ailing man, and she would lie down and sleep because she had no choice. She only slept for an hour before she awakened to check on the man, feeling like he must be feeling at the moment. She'd check on the others too, then go back to sleep for a short time and repeat the procedure several times throughout the night.
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Momo the Storyteller
Committed
Yes, I'm a cat. Yes, I tell stories. What? You never seen a storytelling kitty before?!
Roleplay posts: 70
Registered: Jan 27, 2020 6:44:27 GMT -8
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Post by Momo the Storyteller on Feb 17, 2020 20:27:22 GMT -8
The pair of them tried not to hover, as Viessa seemed confident that she knew what she was doing - despite the fact she looked like she had suddenly become as ill as the rest of the villagers. The priest managed to force a small smile of comfort to his lips when she looked at him - he felt a great burden of debt to a cleric that would come in and strain herself to help these people where he himself had failed.
One of the few vacant beds had been prepared for her, though the servant remaining after his elder left didn't say anything outright when she made her bedroll on the floor. He feared offending her after all her efforts, but simple patted the bed a couple of times before moving away to a small desk in the corner and taking a seat in the wooden chair beside it. He would remain there for the night, nodding in and out periodically.
And much to everyone's relief, the old man she had personally tended seemed to regain a bit of color to his cheeks - though flushed - and his breathing had grown a bit stronger as the night moved on. The trembling slowed to a shiver, which was mostly eliminated with further tucking the heavy blanket over his thin body. It seemed that Viessa had certainly pulled the man far from death's doorstep.
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Viessa Beiris
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 24
Physical Description: She is of average height, with dark hair and eyes. She has a delicate face unmarred by freckles or other blemishes. There is an aura of purity about the young woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: White Robes
Simple, wooden staff for protection
Sandals or boots depending on the weather
Cloak
Dagger
Light travel gear such as a bedroll
Donkey to carry gear
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 19:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Viessa Beiris on Feb 17, 2020 22:13:10 GMT -8
She declined the bed politely with a small shake of her head. "I want to be close to him," was her reasoning. “He is the worst of the lot and I would be right there should he need me.” That was all she said, for she was so busy. She did not celebrate her victory with the old man surviving, for there were others in her charge. She had prepared another batch of the tea and refilled cups. The poor girl was exhausted but would not cease tending the sick until she had to, pausing to sleep for an hour at a time even after the sun was up. When the man seemed to be alright, she moved her pallet next to the one she needed to heal next.
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