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TheVindicator
 
PostPosted: Sun, Apr 24 2016, 19:27 PM 

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Charles seems to carry on with his normal duties once more. Making his usual roundabouts with the patients, then towards the orphanage to see the children. Afterwards, he makes his way to the newly established Donation Bin and place a bundle of lumber in it.


 
      
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PostPosted: Mon, Apr 25 2016, 11:06 AM 

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It seems the normal roundabouts of Charles has ended for one day. Instead of babying the patients as he always does, or visiting the orphanage, he seems busy locked away in his room. Occasionally he'd leave to have a brief visit to the Main Temple and pray. Which would give others passing by his empty room a glimpse of what he is working on. There seems to be piles of parchments all addressed to different settlements around Amia and further. As well as a bag of coin for each parchment for a courier. Upon return to his room he coils each parchment up and offers it to the different couriers, with their pay, and lets them off.

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The following morning Charles is up again, bright and early, moving to the Recovery Wing to see to the patients and orphans. He is seen wearing White Robes and greeting himself to the patients as Brother Charles. When he finishes, the young man returns to the Main Temple and sits. As if awaiting a response from others until the day ends, where he'd proceed to his room to repeat the day.


 
      
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PostPosted: Thu, Apr 28 2016, 4:40 AM 

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*Lately the heavily armed and armoured form of Eirmund has been spending significant time at the temple hospital, often sitting at his makeshift camp.

Visitors who happen upon him thus would be offered a mug of steaming tea and a "Bacon Sammich", if they accept the food they will then be offered various sauces and may get the sense that their choice of sauce is some sort of test*

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PostPosted: Sat, May 07 2016, 11:49 AM 

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During his latest weekly visit to the Orphanage Talas brings a large package that he gives to Brother Edmund with his usual donation of pages to be drawn at and colored, charcoal pencils, cotton candy and wooden toys. It contains two blankets that are, quite literally, worthy of a Lord.

"Edmund, can you please see that these reach two children who may have been feeling colder than others during the night, or maybe some new arrivals, so that they feel even more welcome here? Thanks, my good man, now excuse me while I bring some Song to them for a couple hours, dont forget to take a cotton candy cone for yourself!"


With that he plays for them as they are now used to and dances and brings some much needed joy to the children. When they finally tire and start looking like they could use a nap or a meal, he delivers one last package, one which he delivers almost every day in the Temple, containing a bottle of fresh water, olives, some tomatoes and limes. His daily attempt that a certain Songhealer has at least her favorite salad in between her rounds.

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Infinitymatrix
 
PostPosted: Sat, May 14 2016, 14:20 PM 

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Of late Eirmund can often been seen at the camp site just outside the hospital, making Tea and his gaze lingering on the fire or out over the bay, sometimes he is jittery and seems to randomly shake other times he is lethargic and listless his gaze unfocused.

The hospital Clerics might if asked tell that he is suffering from what they call "war fever" a condition associated with prolonged or profound exposure to war and suffering and that he was brought in by some nice folks from the Dale following some sort of "episode" involved a vagabond gambler and a flaming sword reinforced threats. Apparently Eirmund remembers nothing of this "episode" and struggles daily to recall any details of that day.

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PostPosted: Sat, May 14 2016, 22:11 PM 

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Rania would pay frequent visits to check on Eirmund, spending time having one of those famous bacon sammiches of his and telling jokes and tales in exchange.

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Blue Moon
 
PostPosted: Sun, May 15 2016, 1:43 AM 



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Jovianne would be around the temple as always, and let the new Salandran know that she was here, if he needed anyone to talk to. Doubtless his entire Salandran family would all be trying everything they could to help him heal mentally and emotionally.

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PostPosted: Tue, May 24 2016, 12:32 PM 

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As the love and support of close friends and colleagues helps lift him from his woes Eirmund is gradually able to manage the depths of his warfever and is even able to support several patrols with trusted adventurers.
He much regretted not being well enough to attend the recent wedding but through the valiant efforts of those around him he is slowly regaining more function in life, unfortunately a few days ago he received a note from a courier that when read seemed to knock Eirmund back on his heels and the Templar guards would have seen him slump back onto his camping stool despondently.

A little while after receiving this note a wounded Moon Elf stumbled into the hospital ground and pressing concerns about saving her life roused him from his misery so that he was able to administer emergency treatment to stabilise the casualty before proceeding to clean, set and bind her broken leg, easing the bone back into the body and knitting it back together with a little timely magically enhanced healing.

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PostPosted: Wed, Jun 22 2016, 22:47 PM 



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The songhealer would tell you she has no favorites, but that would be like saying the patients had no favorite nurse. Particularly taken to children and the elderly, the reason for her long hours are sometimes personal more than medical. She only speaks 3 languages but she sings in many more. Whatever they request- songs from home, from childhood, a romantic ballad to remind them of their youth. They are hummed or played or echoed out sonorously in that otherworldly voice. The Temple is just as much like a spa as it is the best hospital. Jovianne likes to instruct new students, red from head to toe in their novice robes, as they shuffle in big groups behind her-

"Heal the spirit and the body may follow"

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PostPosted: Wed, Jul 13 2016, 19:44 PM 

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A new guest would find them selves confined with in the Mental ward of the temple. He seemed to have lost his response to much of anything. The complied recent events did not seem to mesh well weighing down on the already weary and worn mind of the Aasimar. Certain news seemed to have been what pushed him beyond the brink. His gaze was hallow and broken. Blood leaked from his eyes but he seemed despondent. He gave no real response or recognition to anything that seemed to be happening. He seemed to have entered in to a catatonic state of being. He didn't speak any more nor acknowledged any one who spoke to or around him. He had fallen still and motionless... if he did move it seemed to be a strange and abnormal motion. Physically he displayed extreme signs of fatigue and exhaustion. Upon brought food or drink he doesn't show acknowledgement of such and does not willingly partake in consumption. He remains in the same position against the back most wall of his cell. He didn't rest yet suffered auditory and visual hallucinations. Feathers littered the floor of the cell with drips and pools of blood. If any one came to speak to him in infernal his wings seem to loose more feathers and eek out blood. His eyes pour more blood from the edges and blood drips form his ears and nose. If such happens he becomes anemic.

It would appear that there has just been too much dropped on the weakened addled mind of the Aasimar with in the last few days. Something seemed to leave him as nothing more than a shattered soul in a husk of a bloody shell. Perhaps he needed some time in this solitary confinement to be alone with his thoughts? Perhaps his mind was just sick and needed time to heal with the over exertion? What ever the case may be Matthew was incapable of simply 'getting better' with a nights rest or a heal spell. With some sicknesses and wounds only time could cure.

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PostPosted: Wed, Jul 13 2016, 20:33 PM 



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Issue is solved. Di remain in story.


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PostPosted: Wed, Jul 13 2016, 21:09 PM 

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The man known as Central’s Governor was brought to the temple dead last night, his tunic cut asunder in violent patterns, washed out blood staining the surrounding leathers and cloth. His right hand was gnarled and twisted, evidence found of partial regeneration after exposure to severe negative energy. On request by those who brought the body in, subsequent attempts to commune with the remains was unsuccessful. Hope flickered that he still lived but in a coma, but vitals were absent from examination.

After dawn rose, only the ashes of a vampire remained where the Salandrans put Fymor into investigative care. The bed in the recovery ward heavy with remnant soot. Notice began to go out to those expecting his return with heavy and disturbed hearts. Reports indicate the unhallowed throes of one in agony, but the situation remains steeped in mystery and unanswered questions.

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PostPosted: Thu, Jul 14 2016, 7:44 AM 

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As the day stretches on Matthew shows few signs of change. He seems to recover some what from his previous injured state of being with the treatment from the Salandrans. He doesn't speak nor does he partake in food. He doesn't partake in any kind of drink for a majority of the day... Several hours past sun set he seems to take in some water. His movements when they come are abnormally placed and disoriented. He's extremely lethargic. Some hours later as it nears Sun rise he's managed to take out something from one of the bags he had. A surly badger with an eerie expression was what was drawn out from the bag. It rested between his fingers and he stared down towards it for some hours.

Though silent and motionless on the outside a myriad of emotions, thoughts, memories and visions of the past swirled through that broken and tattered mind of Matthew's. Events being brought up and analyzed for faults, misconceptions... seeking answers to questions un spoken as the silence carried on with in the quaint dim lit cell of the mental ward. Shadow's of the past plagued his conscience pointing out each and every fault he made as he took this interpersonal stroll down memory lane. Few key concepts kept repeating over and over melding in with the lessons from his fore fathers that now beseeches a different tone.

Faces of the lost came to him from out the very shadows of the cell either reminiscing on how he had failed them or how easily they had slipped by his fingers. Constant memories of how he could do nothing-how he did nothing to stop the pain or suffering. As he did nothing to save those he cared for.

As if visions could become reality his senses dulled to the actuality of his surroundings in such a catatonic state were vividly perked with each passing memory.

The foul odors of smoke and liquor were pungent admixed a hint of incense. The gurgling murmur of patrons un involved in the matters that drew past in one of the rooms above echoed through the vison. Several figures blued out from sight overlooking a being laid to rest in the very bed where her youth was squandered. Soon the shadows of figures swirled like smokey clouds forming a different scene all together as the images were succeed away.

The scent of fresh rain, rusting iron and dirt filled the air. The somber view of a back ally as rain poured down creating a crescendo of drizzling rain drops plummeting to the cold hard cobblestones below, crashing against the stone and mortar of the bleak atmosphere. The sensation of temperatures dropping to near freezing soon over took this 'vision' of complex-ed sensations. The Sound of rain was acute in it's drilling gnawing sensation. The feel of cold drops came down like a barrage of hornets each bringing a prick of freezing pain to the topical surface of skin and eyes. The sounds of screams being muffled and drowned out by the onslaught of rain rose in pain as the agony of death over took two men before turning upon a small female figure. Long shadowy claws reached out rending her flesh. Fresh blood pored fourth, a bright crimson melding in to the dull greys of the scene. Shadowy tendrils entrapping her body and-pulling her down in to the darkness as ceaseless screams echoed over the rain. Two glowing red eyes turning back boring a piecing gaze that shot through the veil of rain.

All at one this vision drew away to a much more vivid one where bodies strew the land. Humanoids and horses hacked up in to various horrible malformations of death. The scent of steel and blood heavy in the thick-heated air. The sounds of war waging on in the background as an over whelming sense of fear and panic settled in. The image of a man dying in a youth's arms giving his last words on sputtered breath as a wooden pole of a pike like weapon jutted out from his lung. The sky streaked in the very same crimson that now covered small hands blanketed the battle field all around in the furry as the sun started to set beyond the tree lined horizon. The look of icy blue eyes as the light of life fades seemed to haunt this vision before all swirled to a darker, near black room.

Soon all drew silent and still before the heavy clanking of grievers echoed in the distance. Salt water and the scent of rotting fish permeated the darkness. The faint lapping of water crashing upon the shore line sweep in. Stray sounds of surf-birds sounded small highlights in the distance. A familiar if harrowing reflection came to pass. A vision of Matthew enveloped in darkness appeared with fiery red eyes stepping up and stabbing a smaller being through the back puncturing a heart before tossing the small framed beauty aside. the figure advanced on the viewer, blood streaking a glowing blade as it dripped down blackened wings opening up and splaying as the heat of those eyes drew in. An every chanting reminder of that ill perceived image.

Further still the visions swayed in and out constantly shifting in a jarring, nauseating sensations. All the while at the back of such hellish conscientiousness there was a voice that spoke throughout it all... Several small voices that spoke different sides but all the same voice tinged an tainted with a different view.

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PostPosted: Fri, Jul 15 2016, 8:06 AM 

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The next day stretched on and the night terrors of fear educing visions of the past raged on. Familiar voices called forth from the realms of shadows as a plethora of shadow creatures close in, circling Matthew and a young woman with a short bob. They fight tooth and nail to the bitter end as these shadow creatures rend and tear chunks of flesh from the pair with each attack. They were literally being eaten alive in these greyed out waste lands.

Numerous other visions flood his minds eye as the hours slowly slip by, replaying the scenes from memories bitter reprise, echoing the faults and mistakes. Harsh winds accompanied by the sickening rock of the waves as a ship is battered around too and fro throughout a storm. Men scattering atop the deck trying desperately to keep their ship afloat despite the waves that periodically assaulted the ship threatening to tip her over. Men were being swept away, right off the railing with ease by the mighty waves, taken under the waters to a murky grave. Stiff, cold sensations of clothing drying from the accumulated water on men soaked to the bone.The scent of brine heavy in the air melding with vomit and blood in the waning of the storms vigor. Names of friends were called, yet replies went un answered, searching for men whom were forever lost to the sea's wrath with not so much as a warning to bid fair well.

Visions swirled once again bringing forth a fresh faced pale beauty with long winding silver hair. She stood tall and graceful; though her black dressed, curvaceous frame tipped over falling listlessly in to a a pit of dirt... Un known figures tossing dirt upon her, alive in body but dead in spirit. Yet again the images swirl and shift, never stopping in in the nauseating torment.

The vision of a young male elf with pale hair and skin and a shit eating grin carrying a shovel came in to play. Various remissness images of broken wings accompanied by pain to the bound individual. The scent of wet blood and forest trees were thick amidst by hints of lightning plasma. Ropes and blades offered little chance to escape this intrigues captor as a jaunty haunting tune was whisked away allowing the man to work as torture like an artist to canvas.

Ceaseless these hallucinations wage on, everything from horrendous images of wells filled with various bodies of small children, with sorrowful writings scrawled upon the walls, to night mare fueled armies of undead rising from the ground and closing in in hordes and swarms, to simple darkness and pure black addled by the frigid grip of death, to small girl's shrill screams crying for help, pleading for some escape from the shadowy flames that engulfed them... Even the sorrowful murky wet finding of a lost, emaciated woman clinging for dear life as one of her compatriots were laid dead, water logged and bloated at her feet with in the darkened caverns. The feeling of knowing you were too late for all the rest. Not even visions of suffering drained children were spared as they mewled sadly in the dark tethered up and crammed in to burlap sacks as if they were nothing more than potatoes for storage were spared.

All the while the voices continued to bicker and bark gnawing ever more at the back of his brain.Questions left un answered, what if's explored with few bright outcomes. Queries of what could have been but never will be. Those forgotten being recalled in sorrow for their sacrifices meant little.

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PostPosted: Tue, Aug 23 2016, 2:10 AM 

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A blue-skinned elf is helped into the Recovery Wing by Talas and an elven man with a bear-skin headress. It seemed she was shaky and in shock from being struck forcefully in the back of the head; if asked her story it would be readily learned that she had been mugged and assaulted a the roadside. Taking a bed and under the care of the priestess on duty, the woman slips into a fitful Reverie to recover her strength.

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PostPosted: Fri, Sep 30 2016, 8:57 AM 

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Accompanied by a copper-scaled halfling, Rook entered the temple grounds. The tiefling looked uncomfortable, muttering softly about 'proxies' and 'clerics'. All the same she was persuaded to sit on a bed, and awkwardly removed her wooden leg. . . Allowing a cleric to peer at a cauterised stump. She'd just stare at them, with unblinking serpent's eyes and ask a single question;

"Can you fix it?"

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PostPosted: Fri, Sep 30 2016, 17:59 PM 

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And said copper-scaled halfling would keep telling her that everything would be okay, that the Salandran Priests can regenerate her leg easily enough and that he would stay there with her through the entire process! And even maybe hold her hand!... or.. no... depends....

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Kudark
 
PostPosted: Sun, Oct 16 2016, 6:57 AM 

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Two rangers of the Grove enter the grounds with one of their own. The smaller elven ranger leads a female hin by the hand, as they both follow the human ranger back to the sleeping quarters. Once the little lady is settled on a bed, and being looked over by the Salandran sister, the rangers see to admitting the patient. When they return to their comrade's bedside, they pull up some chairs and sit with her until she is resting, then after a while, the pair of rangers set up a bedroll and cloaks, and nap for a while, resting. At least one of the pair remains with the hin, but generally both are there until she recovers more.

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PostPosted: Tue, Oct 18 2016, 21:27 PM 

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Elrith, along with Crow, continues to watch over their small hin friend. Whenever she is awake, despite the circumstances, Elrith would try to keep their conversations light hearted and tries not to be confusing to her, she always asks if the hin needed anything, making her tea or getting her water. Though whenever she was asleep and resting, the wood elf would watch over her, staying by her side in case she wakes up and needs anything. Only when she was asleep though did Elrith rise every now and then to stretch her legs and get a breath of fresh air. She always needs to wander a bit outside of the recovery ward, even if it was inside the walls of the Temple grounds, still, it was something. If she wasn't with Crow when she was outside she was by herself, either wandering or picking herbs for the Temple, and she always had a slight look of concern when she was but tries not to show it to anyone, especially to her small friend in recovery.

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PostPosted: Tue, Oct 18 2016, 22:19 PM 

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The small hin spends most of her time at the Salandrans sleeping. When awake, she'd opt to take short walks around the complex, as if.. looking for something.

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Kudark
 
PostPosted: Wed, Oct 19 2016, 21:10 PM 

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If Calia happens to wake, and Elrith and/or Crow are not by her side, they would be nearby, still on the Temple grounds. There would be a rectangular book sized item, wrapped simply in parchment laying next to her, perhaps under her hand, with the name "Calia" written on it. If Calia is so inclined to open what is hers, she would find a book filled with empty pages, and a slender charcoal stick wrapped with a piece of cloth, peeking out of a little holster on the binding. Upon opening the book, on the inside of the cover is written Calia. Under the cover of the book, is a parchment folded only enough to fit within the edges, and it unfolds to reveal the picture she herself drew, the previous night.

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PostPosted: Sat, Oct 22 2016, 22:07 PM 

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A group consisting of drow, a tiefling and human arrive at the Salandran temple today. The male drow of the group carries a woman who seems barely alive and could possibly be confused as undead. After some discussion, they leave her behind in the care of the salandran healers.

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Kudark
 
PostPosted: Thu, Oct 27 2016, 7:06 AM 

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The two rangers of Oakmist are seen most of the time somewhere on the grounds, or in the recovery wing, even when Calia is asleep. They do leave the grounds now and again, though, but rarely longer than overnight, and return with the sunrise to see their comrade, and spend time with her. Oftentimes, when they are outside and away from the traveled paths, there is a small adult rabbit along with them, munching on some clover, or nestled in one of their laps, likely Calia's when she is there.

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PostPosted: Thu, Oct 27 2016, 14:31 PM 

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Rith'tar returns to the recovery ward and makes a b-line to the woman recovered from the necromancer. After confirming that she's still alive (?) he inquires about her recovery from whatever Salandran looking cleric is in the room.

Specifically, "Does she speak? What has she said of her captor?"

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PostPosted: Wed, Nov 02 2016, 20:13 PM 

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Recent days have done the small halfling well, at least physically.

Mentally, however, is a different story. Night after night, she seems plagued by nightmares, sometimes lasting less than hour, others lasting full sleep cycles.

The drawings in the notebook become more dark and shadowy, yet when asked about them, the halfling denies any knowledge of ever drawing them.

All in all, it has become a simple, yet vicious cycle: Eat, draw, sleep.

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PostPosted: Mon, Nov 07 2016, 9:44 AM 

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Lady Shadowflame would have been seen entering the temple much earlier the day before, looking a bit green and worn out. After spending some time being examined, she would eventually emerge into the bright sunlight with a wide grin and her sky blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

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PostPosted: Wed, Nov 09 2016, 3:51 AM 

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The past day, the halfling has been wandering around the Salandran Temple, alone, yet often times looking off to her side, as if listening to something or someone. Sometimes she responds , but most times, she looks off into the distance, a thoughtful look on her face.

By the time night falls, the bed in which the halfling stayed in lay empty, only a notebook and a brooch remain at the foot of the bed. Where the halfling went, is unknown.

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PostPosted: Thu, Nov 10 2016, 17:26 PM 

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The wood elven ranger appears once again at the Salandran Temple one morning, staring at the foot of the bed where the notebook and brooch are with a neutral expression, she turned to a Salandran and asked where the halfling went, after the response (be it known or unknown) she turns back towards the bed with a sigh and gently takes the notebook and brooch, heading out of the Temple quietly as she came, with the notebook held close to her.

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Blue Moon
 
PostPosted: Fri, Dec 09 2016, 5:05 AM 



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*After a long trip the Songhealer returns to her temple duties, full swing. She works in every wing but the orphanage and sleeps in a bed normally reserved for the novitiate's. She is quieter, the bardess. She is less patient, less smiles. Her colleagues say, the aasimar looks as if she has lost some of her light...*

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PostPosted: Thu, Dec 22 2016, 22:56 PM 

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The steady footfalls of a large winged barbarian echo'd in the recovery ward. Rane came in carrying an unconscious snow elf followed by another member of the Hands of Ieriyn of Wharftown.

His expression was worried, concerned, even as he unlocked the shackles that were on her wrists and ankles. Perhaps an indication that this snow elf was considered very dangerous.

He explained that the snow elf had suddenly gone into a rage in the Slanty Shanty. She had eventually been subdued by a choke hold that caused her to pass out. The cleric would find no major injuries from the choke hold. Rane explaining he'd had practice and expected that she would wake with a hell of a headache. He then offered to pay for any treatment and or supplies she might need. And finally, whispered that the snow elf needed help regarding her rages since they seemed to be blind rages where she had no self preservation instinct at all.

Then the Hands of Ieriyn departed the Salandran recovery ward before the snow elf awoke.

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PostPosted: Thu, Dec 22 2016, 23:30 PM 

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Not long after Lyelanna woke up, and not even long after the Hands of Ieriyn, the snow elf could be seen leaving the temple. The clerics argued and protested, but it soon became apparent that Lyelanna would have none of it, and as suddenly as she was brought there, she left.

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PostPosted: Mon, Jan 16 2017, 6:49 AM 

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The Thane might be seen carrying his wife Rania into the temple and getting her set up a bed in the maternity ward, after staying with her a bit before he has to head back to Caraigh to patrol for the night he turns to Rania and says.

"Sometimes a pregnancy seem so long it just feels like a maternity." *He smirks* "I'll be back as soon as I can"

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PostPosted: Mon, Jan 16 2017, 6:52 AM 

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Rania, even in her miserable state, still summons the strength to toss her boot at him before sinking back into the pillows and closing her eyes, a faint smirk of her own showing as she mutters about wonderful but fookin' smartarsed Thanes.

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PostPosted: Mon, Jan 16 2017, 7:22 AM 



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The quiet form of Johnacias Doehn can be seen, studying how to properly treat injuries from the physician there. He does his best to avoid people, focusing on simply taking studious notes and taking in as much study as he can.


 
      
corypx
 
PostPosted: Tue, Jan 17 2017, 3:09 AM 

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The Thane would remain with his wife as it seems she might be going into labor given all the yelling of not so friendly words.

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PassionateShadow
 
PostPosted: Tue, Jan 17 2017, 4:29 AM 

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A winged aasimar makes his typical visits to the temple once again and queries the current staff on the help they may or may not need whilst visiting the orphanage.

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exquisitelyme
 
PostPosted: Tue, Feb 07 2017, 22:22 PM 

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It was late night yesterday when a group appeared by the Leyline Node in the Salandran Grounds, formed by a winged priestess, a Songhealer in red, and two bards. One of the bards was dirty, with unkempt hair, and hazy looking eyes, a confused look to his face. The trio led him into the Recovery Ward then into the Mental Recovery Wing, where he received treatment and was placed in one of the rooms to rest.

It seems that for the next few days Talas will be recovering, and his songs will only be heard by the other patients in the ward.

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Nakomis Wolfen
 
PostPosted: Sun, Feb 12 2017, 6:12 AM 

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A certain raven-haired Admiral can be seen visiting Talas, often with her seashell covered violin in hand and a metal armed, red-haired artificer at her side.

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Darby Mirth-troubled half-elf with an interest in the sea.
Kaci- short...moody... faithful of Lord Firemane.


 
      
exquisitelyme
 
PostPosted: Sun, Feb 12 2017, 16:56 PM 

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The visits bring the bard a lot of joy and good times. Inevitably cookies are consumed and music is played in the common room of the Mental Ward.

After a couple of days Talas receives another visit though, that of a Salandran Songhealer who is married to him, and both leave the Ward together, back to their home.

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LibrisMortis_666
 
PostPosted: Wed, Mar 29 2017, 3:07 AM 

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Location: Georgia, United States.

Charles makes his regular appearance in the Salandran Temple once more. He seems to write up a ledger of the Salandran Temple Donation Funds, and deliver it to the High Priestess for any potential project.

Salandran Temple Donation Fund's Ledger:Building Materials:
Bricks: 2
Cedar Logs: 128
Clay: 1
Granite: 3
Logs: 9
Mortar: 3
Oak Logs: 54
Pine Logs: 33

Other:
Watermelon and Strawberry Smoothie: 1
Moist Hankies: 1
Mango and Passion fruit Smoothie: 1
Lychee Lemonade: 1
Incense: 1
Candle: 17
Blueberry Yogurt Smoothie: 1
Forest Fruits Smoothie: 1




After this Charles tends to his regular patients in the Burn Ward. He'd spend hours replacing retired bandages, rubbing medical-lotion on their burnt flesh, and spending time with them in whole. Before he'd retire for the day, Charles went to the orphans and spent some time with them. Either reading a book, playing tag, or simply talking to them.

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rafaelmacgyver
 
PostPosted: Fri, Jun 16 2017, 19:52 PM 

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Hallvardr arrives at the Temple by portal in the company of a Dwarf a Human woman and a little girl. They look to be in poor condition with very simple tattered clothes. Hall explains to tle clerics they were rescued and asks for em to be treated

He tells them to not worry that they are safe now and that they would be okay trying to confort specially the little girl.
He says he would be back soon to check on them, then he portals away.

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rafaelmacgyver
 
PostPosted: Wed, Jun 21 2017, 1:06 AM 

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Wilfire arrives at the Temple escorting Two Marchant Caravan Guards to the Main Temple then tells them he is sorry for what happened and he hopes and prays for their recovery.

He walks out and portals to home.

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rafaelmacgyver
 
PostPosted: Fri, Jun 23 2017, 1:04 AM 

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Hallvardr stops by almost daily to check on the patient he had bought.

He spends most of the time talking to her getting to know her better.

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rafaelmacgyver
 
PostPosted: Sun, Jul 02 2017, 15:36 PM 

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Hallvardr would keep on regular visits to the temple and would slowly try to reach out to Clara. Trying to know her better, make her knowing more about him. He would bring small simple gifts like clothes and a doll.

He would inquire with the Temple Mother about her future and tell her that he would be willing to adopt the little Northerner Lass.

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Shadowfiend
 
PostPosted: Thu, Jul 20 2017, 3:26 AM 

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A certain snow elf was carried into the recovery wing by a group of adventurers. There she was left to recover after briefly talking with the group that helped her there.

She left just as suddenly as she arrived, and a couple of hours had barely passed into the next morning before she had disappeared again.

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rafaelmacgyver
 
PostPosted: Sun, Jul 30 2017, 15:37 PM 

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Hallvardr again could be seem spending his days on the Temple, bringing small gifts such as a nice doll, a nice dress and food all from the Northern culture bought on Setensborg.

He keep trying to cheer her up and to get to know her and making her aware that he wants to adopt her. That, he and his wife Greta, will take very good care of her for her to grow as a very strong lass.
He would tell her about Greta's story, a sad but necessary one for her to see how she could have a better life.

He would seek out the Temple Mother to talk further about all the adoption process if Clara is willing to be adopted.

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Emilly MacMillan (Happy)

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Amarice-Elaraliel
 
PostPosted: Sun, Jul 30 2017, 19:43 PM 

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Clara seems to do better meanwhile. Less withdrawn and a bit more open when talking. She still has nightmares and trouble sleeping though, the sisters inform the regular visitor. They have been trying to locate further family of the girl, but could not find any aside of a distant aunt who seemed to not really care about taking the girl in and agreed for an adoption process at the Temples discretion.

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LibrisMortis_666
 
PostPosted: Sun, Aug 13 2017, 23:49 PM 

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Carried to the Temple by Crow, HoJo seems to be put into a bed. Prior to their arrival, however, Ania advises HoJo be watched over carefully for any reaction over his Graft having been removed with brute force upon HoJo's request.

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Kudark
 
PostPosted: Mon, Aug 14 2017, 2:09 AM 

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Assisting a lucid Hojo, The hin priest known to some as Osiric, and the ranger known to some as Crow, bring the passive husk of a man, to the Temple grounds, where they are met by Abernathy. Once Hojo has been settled into a bed, the veteran battle surgeon of the Salandrans takes over to inspect the injured patient.

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Revak
 
PostPosted: Mon, Aug 14 2017, 12:09 PM 

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The night just passed had indeed seen Ania make her way to the Salandran Temple. Once there she had notified the Salandrans to the incoming patient known as HoJo, along with his ailment and request for monitoring. After HoJo had been checked in by Crow and Osiric, Ania departed back to the township of Wharftown.

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