Grasping the bottle in her hand she supported the head of the man with her other. “Here, drink this.” She carefully poured a small amount into his mouth, some dribbled down from the crease of his mouth. The observant among them would notice the bleeding cease, but only the truly keen of eye would notice a soft glimmer from her fingertips which now intermingled with the ragged hair of the man, hiding them from plain view.
“Thanks,” she said setting it one the floor beside her. The shimmer ceased and she released what seemed to be a long held breath. “He'll be okay,” she said oddly breathless, “We just need to cover the wound.” With that she placed a clean rag over the site and secured it with another rang wrapped around him.
She turned to the bed behind her and the next patient. Looking over his wounds she quickly realized that this one was not fatal, but debilitating for the time being. Without a word, she quickly wrapped the site.
It had been only a short series of minutes since the strangers had arrived upon her door but to her it seemed like only seconds. The practice had become so natural now it was easy. She only wished she had eaten and slept more before this. The stab wound forced her to use her gift, while great, drained her of her own energy. She sighed as she looked at her new guests, only now realizing the hooded man had revealed his soaked face. Seeing her guest's face put her at more of an ease than his hooded form.
Her eyes then went to his companion, a tall dark-haired elven man with the darkest green eyes she had ever seen. They unsettled her. “They should be okay to move by morning.” Robyn averted her gaze from the elf as to maintain propriety, she'd never seen an elf up close before.
It was then the sound of many boots splashing in the mud outside, and shouting. Robyn furrowed her brow at this. What in the world was going on? She slipped past the bearded man with a small 'excuse me' and started towards the door.
“What is going on out there?”
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A cry filled the room as a red-haired woman gently wiped the newborn clean with a rag.
“Its a boy,” she said. A smile broke the bearded face of the new father as the mother now began to slowly calm, her breaths still quick and heavy.
Robyn grabbed a blanket and started to swaddle the newborn, its frail cries sending her cheeks to flush in awe. At first he protested the wraps, but feeling their warmth his cries began to wane. Gently she pick him up cradling him in her arms. She couldn't help but smile, it felt so natural holding the child close.
“Lets go see mommy, hm?” she said in a soft tenor.
She handed the baby off to his parents who swooned over the child.
“Do you have a name?” she asked.
“Liam,” the father spoke in his gruffed voice, “My son's name is Liam.” The mother nodded and looked down at her child, “Liam..”
“Liam,” Robyn repeated, “a nice strong name.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The day passed without another patient. It was all just as well. Robyn is quite exhausted after the delivery. It was hard to imagine what the new mother must have felt like. She was the one doing all the work after all. The hardest real work she'd have to do is clean up.
The room and herself now cleaned she sat down tired in her chair, her blue eyes spying out the window. The sun was dipping below the horizon and a heavy rain was starting to fall. She groaned as she stood up to secure the shutters before dropping back into her chair. With a sigh she snapped her fingers and her candle went alight, casting a soft light onto the desk to which it rested. From the drawer Robyn pulled a small book bound in brown leather and a quill. She started to write.
The crackling fire from the fireplace warmed her back as she wrote. Its warm comfort almost made the ever intensifying rain and thunder outside grow more distant. No, she was just getting more tired, the storm was still going strong, her senses were just fading was all. With a yawn she put out the candle and laid her head on the desk.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
RAP! RAP! RAP!
Robyn burst awake with a gasp, spilling her inkwell in the process, although it was too dark to notice.
RAP! RAP! RAP! The door rattled again.
She jumped up, somehow full of fresh energy. She was no stranger to frantic raps at her chamber door, but they never meant good news.
She grabbed the candle and flicked it alight as she lifted up the barricade lock to the door and opened it. Outside stood a man, tall, drenched and hooded, towering over her short stature at the entryway. She had to admit she was taken aback and felt fear well up inside her.
“Ca-” she started to speak before her blue eyes fell upon an elven man helping some injured from the back of a wagon. “Oh!” she exclaimed, “Come! Come inside!” She held the door open before motioning them to place the people on some of the few beds she had.
“Lay them down. Do you know what happened to them?”
She placed the candle back onto the desk beside the spilled ink. She wanted to curse at herself for the spill but now was not the time. She knelt down beside the first of the victims and placed her hand over his forehead. He was cold, and sweaty. Looking at his chest the latter question became obvious. He had been stabbed.
Lifting part of the man's shirt she realized how deep the wound actually was. How he had survived that long was surely by luck or fate. She turned to the hooded man and pointed to a shelf which atop sat a glass bottle filled with a dark tea-like fluid. “That bottle right there, can you grab that for me?”
With one arm she supported the dying man's head and the other she extended waiting for the bottle, “Just stay with us, okay?”
“Its a boy,” she said. A smile broke the bearded face of the new father as the mother now began to slowly calm, her breaths still quick and heavy.
Robyn grabbed a blanket and started to swaddle the newborn, its frail cries sending her cheeks to flush in awe. At first he protested the wraps, but feeling their warmth his cries began to wane. Gently she pick him up cradling him in her arms. She couldn't help but smile, it felt so natural holding the child close.
“Lets go see mommy, hm?” she said in a soft tenor.
She handed the baby off to his parents who swooned over the child.
“Do you have a name?” she asked.
“Liam,” the father spoke in his gruffed voice, “My son's name is Liam.” The mother nodded and looked down at her child, “Liam..”
“Liam,” Robyn repeated, “a nice strong name.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The day passed without another patient. It was all just as well. Robyn is quite exhausted after the delivery. It was hard to imagine what the new mother must have felt like. She was the one doing all the work after all. The hardest real work she'd have to do is clean up.
The room and herself now cleaned she sat down tired in her chair, her blue eyes spying out the window. The sun was dipping below the horizon and a heavy rain was starting to fall. She groaned as she stood up to secure the shutters before dropping back into her chair. With a sigh she snapped her fingers and her candle went alight, casting a soft light onto the desk to which it rested. From the drawer Robyn pulled a small book bound in brown leather and a quill. She started to write.
The crackling fire from the fireplace warmed her back as she wrote. Its warm comfort almost made the ever intensifying rain and thunder outside grow more distant. No, she was just getting more tired, the storm was still going strong, her senses were just fading was all. With a yawn she put out the candle and laid her head on the desk.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
RAP! RAP! RAP!
Robyn burst awake with a gasp, spilling her inkwell in the process, although it was too dark to notice.
RAP! RAP! RAP! The door rattled again.
She jumped up, somehow full of fresh energy. She was no stranger to frantic raps at her chamber door, but they never meant good news.
She grabbed the candle and flicked it alight as she lifted up the barricade lock to the door and opened it. Outside stood a man, tall, drenched and hooded, towering over her short stature at the entryway. She had to admit she was taken aback and felt fear well up inside her.
“Ca-” she started to speak before her blue eyes fell upon an elven man helping some injured from the back of a wagon. “Oh!” she exclaimed, “Come! Come inside!” She held the door open before motioning them to place the people on some of the few beds she had.
“Lay them down. Do you know what happened to them?”
She placed the candle back onto the desk beside the spilled ink. She wanted to curse at herself for the spill but now was not the time. She knelt down beside the first of the victims and placed her hand over his forehead. He was cold, and sweaty. Looking at his chest the latter question became obvious. He had been stabbed.
Lifting part of the man's shirt she realized how deep the wound actually was. How he had survived that long was surely by luck or fate. She turned to the hooded man and pointed to a shelf which atop sat a glass bottle filled with a dark tea-like fluid. “That bottle right there, can you grab that for me?”
With one arm she supported the dying man's head and the other she extended waiting for the bottle, “Just stay with us, okay?”
Glad we got a bunch of interest! Getting excited now. =3
Still seeking a couple more players! Sign up here!
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/53282/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1629405
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/53282/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1629405
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Awesome, that brings us up to four people. 3 good, 1 evil. How many are we looking for to start? Might be able to recruit a couple more.
Name: Robyn Voss, Daughter of Percival Voss
Age: 24 yrs
Race: Human
Bio:
Robyn was born to Percival and Corynn Voss. Born in the small crossroads town of Damascus, which lay at the crossroads of Faycrest, Rayacre, and the port town of Gig Habour, she and her family made a small living with their meager earnings. Her father, Percival, realized early on that his daughter bore a gift of the god Nicosa. He was adamant on not allowing that information to leak out, not even telling his own daughter of her abilities.
The family owned and operated a small general store in the crossroads town, mostly dealing with traded goods from the port just up the road before they hit the cities. Robyn worked as a storehand in the family business for most of her childhood, but was becoming quickly interested in all the various herbs and medicines that passed through their shelves from across the land. Her mother, Corynn, was a talented alchemist when it came to making medicines and quite adept in magic, although she never made that public. Robyn learned her mother's arts and although she was decent in the use of magic, she really excelled in medicine. It was then her mother broke the news that it was no mere coincidence she was a natural in medicine.
Her parents died of natural causes only a few years later, leaving her unwed with a store to manage by herself. The situation was not ideal in any sense. She maintained the store but slowly turned the focus to medicine and healing and found herself quite adept as her mother had spoken years earlier. She eventually switched the entire focus of the store to a small clinic to which she used her gift openly. She eventually gained quite the reputation for her medical abilities from the locals and tradesmen that frequented the town.
Personality:
Robyn is quiet and meek by nature. She spends most of her time reading and taking notes on the latest concoction or herb. She is best described as shy, but has also been known to, on a rare occasion, be quite persistent.
Faction: None
Gift: Gift of Nicosa
Weapon(s) of choice: steel short sword
Relationship status: Single
Other: None
Appearance:
Age: 24 yrs
Race: Human
Bio:
Robyn was born to Percival and Corynn Voss. Born in the small crossroads town of Damascus, which lay at the crossroads of Faycrest, Rayacre, and the port town of Gig Habour, she and her family made a small living with their meager earnings. Her father, Percival, realized early on that his daughter bore a gift of the god Nicosa. He was adamant on not allowing that information to leak out, not even telling his own daughter of her abilities.
The family owned and operated a small general store in the crossroads town, mostly dealing with traded goods from the port just up the road before they hit the cities. Robyn worked as a storehand in the family business for most of her childhood, but was becoming quickly interested in all the various herbs and medicines that passed through their shelves from across the land. Her mother, Corynn, was a talented alchemist when it came to making medicines and quite adept in magic, although she never made that public. Robyn learned her mother's arts and although she was decent in the use of magic, she really excelled in medicine. It was then her mother broke the news that it was no mere coincidence she was a natural in medicine.
Her parents died of natural causes only a few years later, leaving her unwed with a store to manage by herself. The situation was not ideal in any sense. She maintained the store but slowly turned the focus to medicine and healing and found herself quite adept as her mother had spoken years earlier. She eventually switched the entire focus of the store to a small clinic to which she used her gift openly. She eventually gained quite the reputation for her medical abilities from the locals and tradesmen that frequented the town.
Personality:
Robyn is quiet and meek by nature. She spends most of her time reading and taking notes on the latest concoction or herb. She is best described as shy, but has also been known to, on a rare occasion, be quite persistent.
Faction: None
Gift: Gift of Nicosa
Weapon(s) of choice: steel short sword
Relationship status: Single
Other: None
Appearance:
I got some ideas for you but I'll pm tomorrow. Got work early. xP
I'd be interested.
I don't think I'm really contributing much to this, try as I might to come up with something. I think it would be best for me to drop. =(
That being said, you are an awesome rper and hope one day our paths will cross again.
( apologies if that was worded like a breakup letter. Realized it after the fact. )
That being said, you are an awesome rper and hope one day our paths will cross again.
( apologies if that was worded like a breakup letter. Realized it after the fact. )
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