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 Mar 1, 2020 20:51:29 GMT -8
The day continued on with little event save from the occasional bustling about the church. Somewhere on the descent of the sun, the fiery cat reappeared on the window sill and sat in judgemental silence as it's nose followed Viessa everywhere.
The few people left were starting to wake and toss their blankets, very much awake and talkative with minimum coughs and fevers completely gone. By sunset, there was only one old man sleeping in his bed - his fever already down considerably compared to the cleric's arrival.
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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 Mar 2, 2020 10:25:33 GMT -8
The priest was right that she needed to rest too, for she grew tired very easily with all that she had drawn into her and all of the work she had done. She did her best to ignore the cat, though found herself drawn like a moth to a flame at times, wanting to shoo the beast away now that she knew what it was, but knowing it was a moot point in doing so.
She started to feel confident enough to send people home by a certain point when it was clear they were well enough to be restful. She was focused on the old man by the time that happened and decided to concentrate on healing him the rest of the way because it wouldn't take much. She focused on him and did the same thing as before, charging her spell...
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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 Mar 2, 2020 19:12:39 GMT -8
The cat silently hopped down to the floor when her attention was moved to the old man in his cot, padding over to where she sat. It sauntered up behind the cleric and waited. After just a few moments, it leaned in and went to bite the back of her arm - a quick but hard nip with the touch of a burn on contact.
Fail or success, it would run back to the window and hop back on the sill once again - turning the head to watch Viessa for a reaction while it's tail whipped about angrily.
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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 Mar 2, 2020 19:33:49 GMT -8
She yelped at the feeling of the burn and turned to the cat, "You vicious little wretch! SHOO!" She grabbed for a cup of tepid tea and brandished it at the beast, tossing the liquid toward it. "Go!" Whether the cat left or not, she checked the bite to see how bad it was, if she needed to treat it.
The old man would have to wait a moment, but he wasn't in bad shape anymore so that was a comfort. What on earth was this wretched cat???
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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 Mar 2, 2020 19:39:06 GMT -8
The bite, thankfully, wasn't terrible nor was the burn from making contact, but it definitely stung. The cat vanished off the sill when the tea flew in it's general direction and splashed on the stone wall and floor. Once the moment of wild action calmed, the cursed beast hopped back up in the window and stared once again.
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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 Mar 2, 2020 19:50:22 GMT -8
She moved to the other side of the old man's bed and attempted again to heal him. She kept one eye on the ghastly cat as she charged the spell, but eventually concentrated on the old man instead of the cat. She would not let the beast get to her. Viessa had more important things to do than to worry about some feline... Even then, she eyed the window to make sure he was still there one last time before murmuring the final words of her spell.
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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 Mar 2, 2020 20:12:56 GMT -8
The cat continued to stare intently as she worked, and then it hopped down into the church once more and began another slow saunter towards Viessa. It approached more cautiously than before, and stopped well outside the range of her arms and sat down on the floor. Those white hot eyes never left the woman.
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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 Mar 2, 2020 20:28:09 GMT -8
The bright yellow light appeared again and she let it wash over the man. If successful, he would be healed enough to be able to go home that night. Regardless of her success, she fell back because she had still pulled in the sickness and could feel it within her. She provided a cup of hot tea for the man and then moved to her bed, curling up in it and snuggling the stuffed lamb. It was then that she stared at the cat again, ignoring the drip of vitae from her nostril.
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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 Mar 2, 2020 20:44:18 GMT -8
The creature scurried quickly back to the window after Viessa worked her magic, standing guard from it's faithful place on the sill once again.
Not long after Viessa retired for the evening did the old man wake and shuffle back home. The servants of the faith in the church now took after tending to Viessa, making sure she was warm and had fresh, warm tea at any given time - and shooing the thrice damned cat out of the window if only temporarily. It always seemed to come back.
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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 Mar 3, 2020 7:10:11 GMT -8
She slept off and on for the next two days again, clearly having contracted the illness. It was her turn to be fevered and coughing, but she drank the tea and got better quickly enough. By the end of the ordeal, she was as weak as a kitten. Speaking of cat, she noticed the damned cat never left for very long. What was the significance of that beast? She sighed in irritation, grumpy every time she saw the little wretch.
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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 Mar 3, 2020 7:33:11 GMT -8
The priest wandered in after the two days, midday, and already had a cup of water in hand. He marched straight across the room to the window, watching the cat hop out once again and then following it - leaning out the window and tossing the water in the cat's direction as it sprinted away.
He grumbled on his way back to Viessa's bedside, offering her a small smile despite the infuriating presence of the creature. "How are you feeling, Lady Viessa?" he asked quietly, revealing a good half of a warm loaf of potato bread for her - plain potato rather than Tiger.
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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 Mar 3, 2020 8:51:15 GMT -8
"Better now," she said, voice raspy after all the coughing she had done. "But I am so tired." It was true, whatever the illness was, it had sapped her of energy. She gave a great yawn and moved to sit up, pushing at the blankets to cool off now that her fever had been brought down. It was a good sign that she no longer rattled when she coughed. She sighed and said, "I am ready to get out of this bed." She was tired of laying in bed.
"I am grateful that you got rid of that horrid cat though. He bit me, you know? When I was trying to heal the last patient here, the cat bit me. Wretched beast."
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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 Mar 5, 2020 6:10:36 GMT -8
The priest looked rather disturbed by the news of the cat having bit their savior, scowling hard as he became irked. "I hope you are all right. I don't know what that creature is *still* roaming around here and constantly in the window. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was following after you," he added with a huff. "Hopefully it will leave us when the red men leave."
He cleared his throat and eased the deep creases of his brow in a more pleasant expression as he tried to move along to a more desirable subject. "Anyways, I can appreciate wanting to get out of bed. If you're feeling up to it, I hope you will maybe wander our little town a bit before trying to leave without your full strength. Your name is already known to everyone here now, and many have come by to leave you gifts."
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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 Mar 5, 2020 7:49:05 GMT -8
"I am fine. It burned but it didn't mar my skin. Why would he be following after me? I am nobody noteworthy," she was modest, that was for sure, and by the sound of it, she truly believed that she was nothing special. "When do you think the red men will leave?"
Her eyes widened a little in surprise, "Why are they bringing me gifts? I helped them because it is my duty to do so, not because I wished for anything in return." Not even money, she did not say, but it was implied.
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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 Mar 8, 2020 7:40:28 GMT -8
"That may be so, but they wish to express their thanks. Though we may not wish for anything more than to do as the great Maker intended for us, many still wish to thank us in different ways. And I personally," he added with a happy twinkle in his kind eyes, "have found that it is a greater burden and rather disheartening to turn down the tokens they give." He shuffled over to sit at the foot of her bed. "Think of it this way - the things you get, will serve you in some way further on in your work. Whether it will help you personally or allow you to help another with those tokens later, I would accept the gifts with appreciation - the same appreciation they had for you, Lady Viessa.
"As for the red men..." He heaved a sigh. "I cannot say. Nor can I say why it's hovering around. But after your efforts this past week, I would hardly say you are nobody of note," he chuckled, offering her a smile.
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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 Mar 9, 2020 7:40:23 GMT -8
"I see," she said, somewhat displeased but not showing it outwardly. She would have no choice but to accept these gifts that people were leaving. What people perceived of her did matter to a point, she didn't want to come off as ungrateful for not wanting gifts in the first place. The fact of the matter was that she did not do what she did for payment and it was her higher calling. It didn't settle well with her that they all thought she needed some sort of repayment for saving some lives, or for that matter, easing the fevers. But what was done was done.
"Really now, I am just a passerby who happened to come into this town at the right moment. I don't do what I do for fame and glory... But what is done is done. And hopefully these red men will go soon if they are making things difficult here."
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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 Mar 9, 2020 19:15:00 GMT -8
"Though our intents were just of our calling, the world may be moved by our answer to the call." The man groaned a bit as he lifted himself back onto his feet. "Well, what will you do now that you've aided our town?" he asked, looking at her with a genuine curiosity.
The fiery cat's head poked up over the sill and stared at Viessa once again.
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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 Mar 11, 2020 8:39:39 GMT -8
She nodded, not sure what else there was to say. When the man asked her what she was going to do now, she said, "I have to rest for a few more days. I feel as weak as a kitten." She paused and glanced toward the window, frowning as she spotted that blasted beast. "Speaking of feline... is he obsessed or something?" She nodded toward the window and sighed. "Anyway, once I am able to get back up and go around, I suppose I have to move on to the next. I go wherever fate takes me," she finished and watched him.
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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 Mar 13, 2020 7:21:20 GMT -8
The priest grumbled as he noticed the animal and finally had enough. He stomped over to the windows and reached out to grasp the shutters, scaring off the animal once again, and slamming them shut - and he closed all the windows, casting the chamber in mostly darkness save for a couple of lanterns on the walls and a candle on the single desk in the corner.
"Well, if you are looking to stay until you gather your strength then I should mention - your pack mule is being housed in the inn's stables. One of the children you tended to was a daughter of the inn keeper, and he requested that I extend an invitation to you to stay in his establishment for your remaining time so that he might thank you for saving his little girl."
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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 Mar 13, 2020 9:58:05 GMT -8
"I will gladly take that invitation," she said softly, "I haven't had a moment to myself since I have been here, have I?" she pondered aloud on that one. "Thank you for allowing me to stay here as long as you have, Father," she added, not to be ungrateful about the bed she had been sleeping in for the past several days. "Be sure and have all that bedding washed in the hottest water they can stand, and I mean blistering hot. I would have all of the mattresses burned and replaced if they touched somebody with the illness. This will help stop the spread."
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