Dragoknighte

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

"I said I could also have you done today if you so chose, Miss. If you do not wish to stay here, so be it. However, I cannot let the dwarf, sorry if you prefer to not be referred to as such, leave this place in good conscious before he is fully healed. A patch job could easily lead to the wound reopening, worsening or becoming infected." As she spoke to Izzy, she worked, covered her wounds with a strange salve that burned the wounds and was cold to the touch. Her fingers worked quickly, almost as if spurred on by magic such that by the time the word infected left her mouth, all the wounds had been salved and Kayleth began wrapping her up in bandages. Durin sat against the wall, staring blankly at the women. He was either bored, or starting to pass out from blood loss.

"However, if what you say is true, that the village needs you to survive in the near future, then I will make an exception. However, I will have to have somebody, either myself or my wonderful assistant watch him to make sure he doesn't stress the wound and bleed out. Or if he does overextend himself, be at hand to make sure he doesn't get everyone killed." Kayleth patted Izzy on the shoulder and stepped to the side, completely finished with patching up Izzy's injuries. "You can get dressed again, dear." The healer turned to grab a new set of jars and tools so she could get to work on the dwarf.

@IcePezz @The Fated Fallen

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Red found his progress impeded almost immediately by Ashara, who seemed to come out of nowhere, even for his sharp senses.

"I'm going to have to ask you to return to the front of the store. We cannot have anybody wandering through our supply rooms." She spoke politely, but firmly to the man who towered over her, not a hint of apprehension present as she addressed the predatory man.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

"The cinder sickness." So not only did he not know of the deities of non-humans, he was not aware of the cinder sickness. "You know, when sores resembling tiny fire pits start sprouting on a person, and if left untreated ends with the patient burning to death from within. The orphans in the Apothecary have been cursed with a version of disease that will not leave from normal means of healing. That's why we're here." Vaeri gestured at the odd occupants of the inn, and accidentally flung a bit of icing onto the floor. Vaeri mentally took note of this screw up and then pretended like it never happened, taking another bite from the piece of bread.

"To gather the required ingredients for a cure. I'm sure one such as you could help if you are so inclined. You can speak with Sister Agnes," Vaeri pointed at the elderly nun, "Or Wyslan in the Apothecary if you wish to know, Sir " Vaeri lead off the end of the sentence, trying to prompt the stranger to give his name. After he gave his name, or declined to do so, Vaeri would leave to go to her room, waving farewell to him. About 10 minutes later she would return, now clad in her armor, cloak, and no longer barefoot ready to head out.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri stood back and watched the breakfast pass peacefully, certainly far more smoothly than yesterday. It seemed that the group was coming together quite nicely. It was likely that they would need to leave once the meal was finished. One thing bothered her though. The Stranger came into the inn, piling high a load of food onto his plate even though he'd put on his helmet again for some unknown reason. She had spoken to him quite a bit through the morning, but she had never actually bothered to ask him his name or when he showed up. Everyone else seemed to nonchalantly accept his presence, but they accepting a lot of oddities without batting an eye. Taking note of the emptiness in her stomach, Vaeri grabbed one of the warm sweet breads she had set down and walked over to the stranger.

"So Stranger, I take it you're coming with us? You came after finding one of the cinder sickness flyers while Sana, Fiona, Drizzak, Lob and I were busy dealing with the slaver camp up North, right?" Vaeri took a large bite out of the bread looking expectantly at the stranger. Really, it was the only option that really made sense. Unless he was just a traveler who happened to pass by last night. Maybe he didn't actually make it into town until the fight with the anti-paladin. Well, no matter when and why he arrived, nobody seemed to know anything about him.

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Me.

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The front and back are essentially one big room, but with a wall splitting the two from each other. There's a doorway you can look through, but the group is in a far corner and Tirarrian is short. It would be plausible that he couldn't see her.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri stayed up the rest of the night chatting with Derrix and reading through her book. About an hour before dusk, she heard some clinking of metal inside of the inn. She enjoyed reading, but the night had been long and she could only sit still for so long before she had to begin moving. The innkeeper was probably preparing breakfast, given the number of mouths he'd need to feed, he would probably need some help.

She waved farewell to the stranger (if he was still awake), and stood up to go into the inn. To her surprise, she was almost immediately turned down, the innkeeper citing that she was covered in blood and didn't want any of that getting into the food. Vaeri had completely forgotten. Well it was good thing she'd already purchased a room that she could use to clean up in.

The inn contained far more in the way of ingredients and tools than she carried on her person which allowed her an easier time especially compared with trying to keep meat clean in the middle of a forest. While she was no expert, Vaeri did enjoy cooking and had a decent knowledge of recipes that she was mostly confident in making. However, since she was cooking for a large group, she opted on easy things that could be left together on a plate. She found most of her time being devoted to cooking eggs. Lots and lots of eggs. She had to whisk so much that it made her battle-hardened arms feel like limp noodles.

Shortly after Fiona came down to eat, Vaeri walked into the dining room for the first time since visitors started coming out to eat carrying a plate of bread rolls. She wore no cloak or armor and her hair was tied back in a ponytail. She had on a tan long-sleeve shirt tucked into a pair of loose-fitting brown pants. The sleeves rolled up to her elbows, showing her scarred arms in all their glory. She wore no shoes, revealing that even her feet were as scarred as the rest of her body. Even dressed as informally as Vaeri was her necklace was still worn for all to see, a thin chain supporting a pendant of a red disk encircled by a serpent.

"These are sweet rolls that my mother would make when I was a youngling. I would appreciate it if you tried one." There were about two dozen bread rolls in all, set down next to a plate of pork sausages.

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The way you get to the back is through the counter, which has a lift up top and through the doorway behind there.

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Convenient plot hole repair = 'The Red' isn't used to buildings, since he spends most of his time in the wilds. As a result he can't tell the difference between a hall and a room

Secondly, I thought there was a hall. Most buildings have halls, how else would you connect the rooms? If there is only front house, back operating room and a few side rooms for stock where have all the patients gone?

@The Fated Fallen

I said the back room is the operating room. What I meant is that the back room is actually more of the "main" room where all the hospitaling takes place, and is many times larger than the rather small front/shop portion of the store

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

"An unanswerable question, but one worth asking. We have a symbiotic relationship with the gods, for if we were useless to them, surely we would not be here in the first place. The whys and hows are not important in the great scheme of things. But by asking, perhaps we get closer to enlightenment." Vaeri bites one of her wafers in two, crunching loudly, almost breaking the atmosphere. This stranger's golden eyes were quite the oddity. She had not seen them on anyone before, and the way they seemed to glow almost suggested divine influence. Perhaps he was a cleric like her. However, his lack of knowledge on religion seemed to suggest otherwise. Blinking, she disregards the thoughts as irrelevant.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

"If the gods did not require our worship," Vaeri replied, the book now sitting in her lap, neglected,"they would not ask us to serve them. I do not presume to know their will beyond what I have been told by my lady, but I presume that they need us to act in their stead in the material world. Our worship allows us to better spread their influence throughout the world. Oftentimes, some of the more niche gods are questioned, or ignored as if they do not matter, so their followers believe it is important to be able to rationally defend their faith against those who would belittle them. This is a text by a mortal for other mortals."

"I do not believe Glorfindel has forgotten that the divines are the ones who give us power. For those in my line of work must ask them daily to lend us power so we can spread their will. When we cast spells, we can feel their grace flow through our bodies, and for others to come and those that tell someone that that feeling is less legitimate because of whom they worship are the people that drive these clergymen to write dissertations such as these. At least, that's how I see it."

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri's long ears perked up at his words. She didn't expect him to know the gods she mentioned, since he was human, and they tended to avoid learning about anything they didn't have to directly interact with, but his words opened up an avenue for her to start talking about theology without sounding like she was proselytizing anyone.

"Corellon Larethian is the elvish god of arts and magic. Glorfindel is a high priest under him. Garl Glittergold is the gnome god of Trickery, and Moradin is the dwarf god of creation. Glorfindel's argument is that these gods establish a dedicated following in these groups so that they have a guaranteed base of worshipers in exchange for protecting them over other groups, which is why they're set up like this. However, does the fact that gods have domains already give them an established set of followers from each of those domains? Glorfindel also shows that he has not put much effort into researching many deities outside of his own. Understandable, but it hurts his credibility the few times he ventures out from speaking about Corellon." Vaeri paused to look at Derrix to make sure he wasn't too lost. She could feel that she was about to launch into a tirade and the number of people she knew that would be interested could be counted on a single hand.