Missing in Action
BULLION:
KLAUS
tag @ascher
|
Post by Ascher on Sept 15, 2014 23:16:35 GMT
Even Ascher experienced homesickness, but this small village tucked away in the more reclusive areas of Grust were anything but home. All the better, considering that Ascher wanted to work on not being recognized. That would be troublesome. On the other hand, he's about 90% sure that everyone in the area is too busy being overall discontent about the current state of the nation.
Sometimes, he wonders if he should join the Grimleal just for the hell of it.
Instead, he finds himself wandering into an unassuming hut, completely bare save for a humble wooden sign engraved with a staff and a pair of serpents entwined around it. Medicine hut, cool. There were interesting things in medicine huts, generally. An exiled prince tended to have a lot of time on his hands.
"... hello? Is there anyone about?" he calls out. "The door was unlocked, so I thought I'd take a look inside. Is there anywhere you would recommend taking up residence for the evening in the village?"
Jehieler. i got nothing but here we go jehiel sensei. |
|
Missing in Action
BULLION:
REDOX
tag @jehiel
|
Post by Jehiel on Sept 17, 2014 6:25:59 GMT
jehiel is bandaging a swollen arm with practiced ease when another person walks through the door. jehiel hopes that he isn't here for more than a vulnerary. he's just about run out of disinfectant after the last group of bandits had their way with the village (and a handful of the women). jehiel only does what he can with the herbs that he has on hand. he leaves it up to their mothers and their brothers and their daughters to heal the emotional scars that he cannot hope to understand. the women have already left with healing bruises but puffiness around their eyes. he recieves their thanks with curt nods. how fortunate they are to have such a talented herbalist in their midst, they say. jehiel only continues working. he has little choice but to be in the countryside, really. all the city folk rely on priests and clerics armed to the teeth with staves, luxury goods that the agricultural folk can scarcely afford, even if they did have the means to send their children off to study magic. one of the boys passes out on the bed from the sleeping potion that jehiel had administered a few seconds before. good. that boy really needed it after what he survived. already, the manakete begins to prepare the salve that he would need to relieve the magic-induced rash on the boy's chest. jehiel barely glances backwards at his guest when he tells him, "i may have a bed to spare if you are willing to help me free it up for the night." the last plant that he needs for the boy's treatment has proven difficult to find in these parts. "would you happen to know of a plant called spindleroot?"
Ascher | I'm thinking we should ride
To a place that we don't know |
|
|
Missing in Action
BULLION:
KLAUS
tag @ascher
|
Post by Ascher on Sept 28, 2014 2:15:09 GMT
"May", he says, but Ascher is a beggar now, and beggars can't really be choosers. So he nods a bit, grateful for this manakete's graciousness (at least, he assumes the man is manakete if his pointed ears are a giveaway). "Looks like it has little threads coming off of it, no?" he responds as Jehiel tends to an injured boy on a bed. There is a part of Ascher that finds relief in the boy's unconsciousness; the moaning in agony was getting uncomfortable for everyone in the humble hut.
"I saw some greenery just outside the village. Would it be safe to assume that it was where you typically go to stockpile the plant?" This could go two ways. One, Jehiel's already checked there, meaning that the area is barren. Two, Jehiel is asking him to go hunt down this plant because he hasn't had the chance to get more with all the patients in the hut.
Distantly, Ascher wonders if there's been some severe fighting in the late. He wonders what his younger sister is doing about it.
|
|
