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expiationlogs2023-06-07 02:30 pm
scythedance) wrote in expiationlogs2023-06-07 02:30 pm
[open] JUNE CATCH ALL
Who: Astralin and you!
Where: Astralin's farm, Aldrip, and the tavern.
What: June catch all!
Warnings: None for now.
i.
[Astralin had been busy fending off monsters as best as he could. So, in the aftermath of everything, you can find him in the streets of Aldrip lingering around the injured citizens who approach him for help. Gladly offering his abilities, despite how muted his healing powers were. Still, it was the least he could do, since they were helpful to him during the building of his farm, and he sits at the edge of one of the benches, where the injured come up to him and point out where they're injured.
It's not hard work, and his hands glow momentarily to ease their pains and bruises. Luckily, not needing to actually touch them to heal them, but it does take more of his energy than usual. Although, he doesn't let that show, and he motions the next person to come toward him once he's finished with that particular person.
Feel free to approach him while he's healing people. He wouldn't mind the chat to keep up his literal spirit energy to heal these folks.]
ii.
a.
[After healing a conga line of people, Astralin can be found relaxing on his farm with the animals. He's in the barn with one of the cows, and several chickens that had been spooked after the whole ordeal. Luckily, he seems to calm them down after a few peaceful moments of reassuring them with words and gentle touches to ease their nerves. Astralin himself rather tired after healing so many people at once, and at minimum power, but he'd live.
Once he manages to calm down his animals, you can now find him in the middle of the fields, where he uses his awfully large scythe to cut down any weeds that surround the fields. His eyes looking heavy, but again, he doesn't let it bother him in the slightest. It was his job to help the people, so he'd do just that. Not to mention, the fields wouldn't work themselves. He'd have to do it anyway, despite his slowly looming exhaustion.]
b.
[Alternatively, after all his hard work, he can be found at the tavern enjoying a nice beer, and a large tray of. Well. Vegetables. Since the man hardly ate meat. He looks very tired at this point, but he's enjoying his platter of vegetables, and his ale in hand.]
Where: Astralin's farm, Aldrip, and the tavern.
What: June catch all!
Warnings: None for now.
i.
[Astralin had been busy fending off monsters as best as he could. So, in the aftermath of everything, you can find him in the streets of Aldrip lingering around the injured citizens who approach him for help. Gladly offering his abilities, despite how muted his healing powers were. Still, it was the least he could do, since they were helpful to him during the building of his farm, and he sits at the edge of one of the benches, where the injured come up to him and point out where they're injured.
It's not hard work, and his hands glow momentarily to ease their pains and bruises. Luckily, not needing to actually touch them to heal them, but it does take more of his energy than usual. Although, he doesn't let that show, and he motions the next person to come toward him once he's finished with that particular person.
Feel free to approach him while he's healing people. He wouldn't mind the chat to keep up his literal spirit energy to heal these folks.]
ii.
a.
[After healing a conga line of people, Astralin can be found relaxing on his farm with the animals. He's in the barn with one of the cows, and several chickens that had been spooked after the whole ordeal. Luckily, he seems to calm them down after a few peaceful moments of reassuring them with words and gentle touches to ease their nerves. Astralin himself rather tired after healing so many people at once, and at minimum power, but he'd live.
Once he manages to calm down his animals, you can now find him in the middle of the fields, where he uses his awfully large scythe to cut down any weeds that surround the fields. His eyes looking heavy, but again, he doesn't let it bother him in the slightest. It was his job to help the people, so he'd do just that. Not to mention, the fields wouldn't work themselves. He'd have to do it anyway, despite his slowly looming exhaustion.]
b.
[Alternatively, after all his hard work, he can be found at the tavern enjoying a nice beer, and a large tray of. Well. Vegetables. Since the man hardly ate meat. He looks very tired at this point, but he's enjoying his platter of vegetables, and his ale in hand.]
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Quite so. My mother's side of the family... They shun those who are below them, and look down on them. They had quite the knack for ensuring that my father and our entire family were look down upon for being farmers. But ah... You could say that I was born a Prince... But I shed that identity long ago. Noblemen and women are not pleasant to be around. ... Excluding you, of course, Claude.
[This is the first time he's ever spoken on his background to anyone, but he felt like he could trust the man.]
What does your job entail?
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[ Claude sighs. It's a little easier to be open about this with another noble - ex-noble though he may be - who knows precisely how noble families work. To others, it seems like complaining about being born with a silver spoon in his mouth. And to a certain extent, it is. But politics are such a thorny, complicated affair, and having to dance around niceties and old family dynamics while trying to make sure his people make it through to the other side of the war is... trying. They're just all so short-sighted. If he were a true leader, the only leader, he could do as he pleases, but with the roundtable? His hands are tied. Every day, he spins new yarns to keep them in place, and every day, he watches that yarn spin into a tangled mess. ]
See, Leicester Alliance is bordered by two countries that are currently at war -- they have been for the past three years. Intervention is the only way to bring peace about again, but the Alliance is... divided on who to support. And in the meantime, we're stuck figuring out how to support our people with all of our trade routes occupied, with refugees fleeing into our borders, with our land being swept up in the middle of things.
[ He grimaces, then gives Astralin a wan smile. ]
It's a mess. But someone's gotta figure it out, right? I've gotta be honest, I'm going a little stir crazy being stuck here without knowing what's going on back home. I've worked too hard to let the rest of those stuck-up old nobles make the big decisions.