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expiationlogs2024-04-10 12:19 pm
baldrshand) wrote in expiationlogs2024-04-10 12:19 pm
The pieces of April
Who: Ethlyn and thee (prior to snek plague)
Where: Various places in Aldrip
What: Local(?) woman is confused and irritated about it
Warnings: None!
1. Healer, get thyself together
[It was strange enough waking up in a house that seemed to be made of squares and triangles, all white with steel appliances on the inside. But what's even more unsettling is what Ethlyn sees when she returns to the familiar grounds of the Willow Clinic. Why? Because they are familiar. It's as though someone picked up the farmhouse and the gardens around it, willow and all, and plopped it down in the middle of a modern city block.
There’s a shelf full of medical books and every book is full of ribbons. She can almost remember putting them there.]
I was a healer… [she closes her eyes.] I am a healer. That’s right. I know what these are. [She takes another look at a ribboned page and falls into a mutter.] Actually, I’m not so sure about the jejunum... that sounds like some foreign fruit.
[Wait. Wait that was the bell over the door.]
Oh! Hello, sorry!
2. Memories, rising from the pavement
[Deirdre. Sigurd. Leonster. Thracia.
She’s sitting at a table in the public library with a notebook and loose leaves scattered around her, trying to sort out which is which. On one page is a sketch of a sword, and a list of names–to a casual glance by a modern person, all looking like they’re about 800 years old. She’s trying to identify them. “Quan = husband” is one entry. The rest are covered with smudges and the tapping of a pen.
Finally she sighs and leans back in her chair, pushing her hands through her hair.]
What a coward I’ve been.
3. We want YOU
[Well. Whether or not she is Ethlyn the busy widow or Ethlyn the lady and battlefield healer, the Arztenritter exists and needs to be rebuilt. Right now it’s herself, Marianne, Emet-selch, and Minato… she’s… pretty sure. She isn’t entirely.
But she’s out and about around the city, on a horse named Venture, with a load of rolled-up posters in her saddlebag. Whenever she spots the outside of a likely-looking building, she’ll hop off with a hammer and nails and starts putting it up.
She found the posters in the storage closet of the clinic. Possibly they were made by someone with a passion for graphic design.]
Right. This ought to be eye-catching enough.
4. Wildcard
[If none of these suit, feel free to make up your own or plot something out with me! I'm in game disco, on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
compassinks, or open to PMs.]
Where: Various places in Aldrip
What: Local(?) woman is confused and irritated about it
Warnings: None!
1. Healer, get thyself together
[It was strange enough waking up in a house that seemed to be made of squares and triangles, all white with steel appliances on the inside. But what's even more unsettling is what Ethlyn sees when she returns to the familiar grounds of the Willow Clinic. Why? Because they are familiar. It's as though someone picked up the farmhouse and the gardens around it, willow and all, and plopped it down in the middle of a modern city block.
There’s a shelf full of medical books and every book is full of ribbons. She can almost remember putting them there.]
I was a healer… [she closes her eyes.] I am a healer. That’s right. I know what these are. [She takes another look at a ribboned page and falls into a mutter.] Actually, I’m not so sure about the jejunum... that sounds like some foreign fruit.
[Wait. Wait that was the bell over the door.]
Oh! Hello, sorry!
2. Memories, rising from the pavement
[Deirdre. Sigurd. Leonster. Thracia.
She’s sitting at a table in the public library with a notebook and loose leaves scattered around her, trying to sort out which is which. On one page is a sketch of a sword, and a list of names–to a casual glance by a modern person, all looking like they’re about 800 years old. She’s trying to identify them. “Quan = husband” is one entry. The rest are covered with smudges and the tapping of a pen.
Finally she sighs and leans back in her chair, pushing her hands through her hair.]
What a coward I’ve been.
3. We want YOU
[Well. Whether or not she is Ethlyn the busy widow or Ethlyn the lady and battlefield healer, the Arztenritter exists and needs to be rebuilt. Right now it’s herself, Marianne, Emet-selch, and Minato… she’s… pretty sure. She isn’t entirely.
But she’s out and about around the city, on a horse named Venture, with a load of rolled-up posters in her saddlebag. Whenever she spots the outside of a likely-looking building, she’ll hop off with a hammer and nails and starts putting it up.
She found the posters in the storage closet of the clinic. Possibly they were made by someone with a passion for graphic design.]
Right. This ought to be eye-catching enough.
4. Wildcard
[If none of these suit, feel free to make up your own or plot something out with me! I'm in game disco, on plurk at
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Her eyes light up when Sandry says what she can do with her thread magic. Weaving healing power into the bandages themselves? Ethlyn imagines the energy from her own healing staff, laced into cloth, bound close to a wound for many hours.] That would be incredibly helpful. I don't think you've been here for very long, but we've had some disasters that have wounded lots of people at once. Every little bit of healing help counts... and just ensuring that a wound won't get infected does so much.
How many can you make? And how long will the enchantment last?
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[ Sandry still has moments where she doubts herself, her memories, but her thread magic is impossible to deny. Even more than her memories she can feel it's tied to her soul. She knows how to do the magic weaving that will allow her to make these bandages. ]
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[Ethlyn leans forward eagerly. Is that possible? She search's Sandry's face and her body language for any warning of smugness or exaggeration. She isn't seeing it, but it's still hard to accept such an extraordinary claim at face value.]
We should check every so often, just in case. But keeping it for even a quarter of that time would be a great boon. [Privately, Ethlyn doubts that Sandry's bandages would even have a chance to sit on the shelf for that long, not with some of the things she remembers.] I wouldn't want you to wear yourself out, though. What if you started with half of that? I'm sure I can help with procuring the materials.
[That remains the same whether she feels like a crown princess or the town's Socially Active Young Widow.]
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Let's make only as much as you think you'll be able to use. We can keep thread on hand so if there's an emergency I can weave additional supply. [ She gives a little wistful smile. ] My first weaving was bandages. The temple had run out of supplies and my teacher taught me how to use magic to weave more. It wasn't proper weaving, but I'll never forget the spell or how to do it.
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It doesn't surprise her to learn that Sandry has lived through at least one emergency. That will be good preparation for what's to come--Ethlyn doesn't have any idea what that might be yet, but it is definitely going to be something, given the tumultuous history of the past year.]
I'm glad to hear that. It sounds like you've already got experience acting in a crisis.
How old were you when this happened?
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I was ten. There was a large earthquake that caused damage to the realm and pirates decided to capitalize on the damage. We had to care for victims of the earthquake, injured soldiers, and the captured pirates and what slaves we could rescue.
[ That sounds like a lot for a ten year old, but she doesn't seem particularly bothered by the experience. ]
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So that's where you learned your composure. [She tilts her head a little, regarding Sandry.] I, too, had to grow up faster than I wanted to. It's not an easy thing to do.
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I was surrounded by those I love and gained many things along the way. I wouldn't trade my experience for a different one.
[ And that's the truth, at the end of the day. All she lost gave her all she has now, and she loves her life. ]
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That's good. There's no point being burdened by regrets and what-ifs. [As much as she has wondered how her life would have been, had her mother lived, Ethlyn knows how lucky she was to have a loving family and a good upbringing in spite of that... as much as the Chalphy family had had difficulties in the aftermath of their grief, they recovered. Many can't say the same.] I bet you're the sort of person that people look to now when something's going wrong, aren't you?
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Sometimes! I have my responsibilities in the castle and as a mage, but a lot of people still think of me as a child. They're not entirely wrong. What about you? I'm sure being the leader of a healer brigade comes with much responsibility.
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[That, she supposes, is one thing that carried over to her falsified life. Ethlyn the widow, always organizing a charity ball or getting up volunteers for harvesting at the community garden.]
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I think that's a wonderful endeavor. We're all in this together, aren't we? We should all do our best for one another.