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Post by Velyron Lonrenim on Dec 27, 2017 13:09:27 GMT
After chasing down a target for days that he needed to question, the Young Hybrid finally managed to catch the person in question, although the man had been injured beyond being able to speak. After hearing word of a powerful healer in Niwetri Forest, her name was Tempest Meadowlark, the Head Healer of her Infirmary. Velyron had tied the man up and provided some bandages to stop him from bleeding out on the floor, he decided he needed to keep him alive, so out of his cupboard he took out a hand that was holding a candle. There were creased in the candle itself, when applied with someone's blood, keeps them alive as long as the candle is lit, or until all the wax melts. Velyron had taken out a blade, with its hilt made of bones, and took the sharp edge to the man's arm. He had drawn blood from the man's arm and placed it inside the creases of the candle. He recited some words and once the spell activated, the candle magically lit indicating that the spell successfully worked. Then he had left the candle in a safe space in his house. Once the candle ran out, Velyron would know. He had placed the man in a carriage, and he sat on the saddle of a horse that was dragging the carriage. On their way to Niwetri Forest Velyron had been approached by a band of soldiers who were attempting to search the carriage. He let them check the back of the carriage, and he spoke to them, explaining the situation. " It's my brother, he's badly hurt, I need to get him to Niwetri Forest." He spoke in an easy to communicate with tone, the soldiers sympathized with his situation, and they nodded before walking off. He sighed at the fact that he wasn't able to kill them, but it was necessary. He didn't want to draw too much attention to himself whilst he was carrying someone he needed to question. The candle only started to melt the wax at this point, and if any damage was done to the man's body, the candle would keep him alive until the wax ran out or the flame disappeared. As they made their way to the outskirts of Niwetri Forest Velyron knew that the horse couldn't carry on. He got off the horse and opened the carriage door, seeing the bandaged man laying down, luckily he was laying on his backside so they couldn't see his arms tied around his back, they simply saw a man who was clinging onto his last breaths of life whilst his brother was trying to get him treatment. He picked the man up, and tossed him over his shoulder and kicked the carriage door behind him. He began walking inside of the forest making his way to the Infirmary that housed some of the best healers in the realm. As he walked through the forest animals came out moments before the walked away. It's almost like they had this sixth sense knowing that he was dangerous. This didn't upset Velyron as much as it would have had he not already felt the blunt force of hatred from all the races that were in the villages who rejected him for his abilities. As he arrived to the front doors of the Infirmary he read the sign that was above the door, it read "Rosevine Infirmary". He made his way inside asking the receptionist to see the Head Nurse, he had made sure to cut the bindings that tied his hands together, however he did have bandages on the man's mouth so if he spoke, all they would hear is muffled speech that was inaudible. The receptionist took one look at the bandaged man and she spoke. " Who is that?", Velyron responded to her question. " It's my brother, he's been hurt badly by bandits. I need urgent care from your best healer.". The receptionist decided to send someone to alert the Head Healer of the man that was wounded, word would have gotten to her quick as the girl who ran was quick on her feet. She made her way to the Head Healer's office and spoke. " There's a man who's badly injured, we need your help immediately!" She urged the Head Healer breathing very hard after that sentence. Tempest Meadowlark
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Post by Tempest Meadowlark on Dec 27, 2017 15:58:59 GMT
the wilderness is healing...
These quiet days were precisely why Tempest had decided to change the centuries-old tradition that the Head Healers in the past had adhered to. In the past, no matter how injured a being was, they somehow had to make their way to Rosevine Infirmary if they wanted to be seen by the Head Healer. Tempest, despite her constant reassurances that she thought most people were irritating to a fault and were hardly worth the oxygen she expended speaking to them, was of the opinion that the person that was well was the one that should travel. Logic, however, appeared to be in short supply where some of the fae were concerned. Her idea of going to the patients was a fairly new one, implemented only over the last two moon cycles, and many were still unaware of it, though she had informed as many people as she could to spread the news.
She had just dismissed her one remaining patient, imploring him to pay more attention when he was felling trees and branches, lest he lose another digit (or anything worse!). The infirmary was finally empty of patients, and Tempest's first instinct was to set her trainees up with tasks to replenish their stores before she retreated to her office. This room was a relatively new development also, but she found that it helped to have a space away from both the screams and moans of patients and the incessant questions of clueless apprentices. Here, she had a quiet space to fill out her book, detailing the ailments of her patients, and their treatments. Given time, Tempest would also use her office to pore over old and obscure tomes – something somewhere must hold the secret to her father's passing. This was just what she was doing when Belladora burst through the door like a whirlwind. It had been locked, but Bella would have known that, and one of the little fae's particular skills was bypassing these types of obstacles.
”There's a man who's badly injured, we need your help immediately!”
The words were out of the fae's mouth before Tempest had risen from her desk and managed to identify her. The angry diatribe died, turning to ashes in her mouth, and her infuriated expression turned to concern as she flew over her desk, nearly knocking Bella out of the air in her haste to get through the door. Tempest was looking for the patient before she even reached the lobby, but her eyes landed on him immediately. At first glance, the healer felt her gorge rising. Whatever had happened to this man hadn't been an accident, but there was no time for questions – and even if there had been, he didn't appear to be in any state to answer them. As she took in the gag, her brows lowered into a frown and her lips pursed together as she glanced at the only other person present. She opened her mouth to speak, and closed it immediately after. 'Questions later.' She reminded herself, with a singular shake of her head. Belladora entered then, wheeling a bed towards them. Tempest offered a nod of thanks to the fairy as she gestured for the conscious man to deposit his companion onto it.
Her icy blue eyes scoured the man's prone form, and Tempest started to form her plan of action. A couple of flaps of her wings took her over to the store cupboard, where she loaded up a tray with moss, gauze, poultices and potions. While she had done that, Belladora had gone on her own errands, and returned with a bowl of steaming water and a pile of clean towels. They landed in unison, both attending to their own tasks – Belladora cleaning each place that Tempest pointed out, washing the skin clean of blood and grit before Tempest applied her salves and the moss to hold the wounds together. Throughout the process, the man didn't utter a sound – a concerning fact that Tempest stored away for future thought. At the moment, the most pressing issue was closing up all of the man's bleeding and seeping wounds. He had already lost too much blood for Tempest's liking, and his pallor wasn't improving as much as she had hoped.
Ninety minutes passed before Tempest's vision exceeded more than just one laceration at a time. She stepped back, oblivious to the curls plastered to her forehead, to assess the overall condition of her patient. Though he was in no way well, and there were many things left to treat before she would consider discharging him, Tempest thought that he was out of the woods enough for her to be able to chance a few questions as they moved him into a private room where they could do more invasive and painful treatments without an audience. As Tempest and Belladora started to wheel him down the corridor, she saw from the corner of her eye a couple of her other trainees descending on the lobby to clean up. She allowed herself a small smile as she snapped an imperious command to the man that had brought the patient in. ”Follow me.” A dark shadow in the periphery of her vision told her that he had heeded her instruction, so she fired off some questions as they turned into a vacant room. ”What is his name? Who are you? What happened to him? How long has he been unconscious?” Each question was delivered in a clipped tone, unemotional but pressing. To her detriment, the first two questions were purely to satisfy her own curiosity. The second two questions were of much more import.
... therapy for the soul.
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Post by Velyron Lonrenim on Dec 28, 2017 18:02:06 GMT
Velyron stood there at the reception of the Infirmary as one of the Fae had rushed to get the Head Nurse known as Tempest Meadowark, he stood there waiting idle. As the Fae retrieved the Head Nurse he closed his eyes momentarily sensing the candle that was at his house as it burnt. He thought to himself, "We still have time, without that candle he would have died a long time ago." He then opened his eyes wide as the red-haired woman came through, it was Tempest, the Head Nurse. She had ordered Velyron to place the man onto the wheeled bed that was brought in by the Fae known as Belladora. He snapped back into reality quickly and spoke, "Yes, right." He placed the man onto the bed, and walked with them to make sure nothing happened to his hostage. He still needed him for questioning, and if the Fae stood in his way of that questioning, he wouldn't hesitate to massacre the entirety of the Infirmary. He saw the Fae as she and her little helper gathered objects which may aid them, along with steaming water. They had applied various medicinal herbs to the wounds to close them.
After a while he had looked at the handy work of the Head Nurse and he was impressed at the least. Though what was most impressive about her form is how she managed to get her curls all in her face and proceed with the surgery through the barricade of hair covering her eyes. As they began wheeling the man out he walked outside, realizing that they may need to do more surgery in a room that was more specialized for the matter. A room he could not enter, as he walked by the Trainees he saw the woman glance at him before she uttered a command, instructing him to follow her. He looked at her momentarily, entertaining her idea that she is the one in control of the situation here. So he did as she asked, he followed behind her towards the private room where they were heading, and as they entered the plethora of questions came. He seemingly fluttered over the first two questions and started speaking.
"A group of bandits raided our carriage, we were about to make a trade until all our merchandise was stolen, along with all of our money. My brother and I are but humble people, I care deeply for him. It's why I brought him here of all places. I knew that no other doctor or nurse would be able to take care of him, but the best. That would be you." He said basically trying to throw off any scent of suspicion, and onto her second question, he began counting in his head. "He's been unconscious for around 2 hours, the entire walk in the forest to get here." He hated the fact that he had to play nice with this demanding woman, however that didn't matter, he needed information, and he was wiling to do anything to get it. He gave the red-haired woman a stern look, almost demanding, "Can you save him?" He spoke as he wanted to find out whether the patient was going to make it. However, all he could do now is wait, patience was the best thing to do for his current situation. So he had calmed down and decided to take a step back, letting the nurses to their job. It was what they were best at.
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Post by Tempest Meadowlark on Jan 6, 2018 13:10:53 GMT
the wilderness is healing...
Tempest didn't respond immediately to the information she was given. Instead, her keen eyes watched him – how he was reacting, his facial expressions, his body language. Though bandits were, sadly, all too common an occurrence for people that took the path through Drythwood Forest, this man wasn't in the state of abject terror that most of the others had been. She held no empathy for the people that were ambushed – in making the decision to transport their goods down that route, they put themselves in danger. However, that didn't stop her from feeling remorse that they had been injured, and a certain gladness that she was able to help in at least a small way. He didn't appear at all perturbed by their situation, or his brother's injuries, and that set off alarm bells in Tempest's mind. As always, though, logical thought won out. Though she wasn't in the habit of making excuses for people, perhaps he was simply in shock. So far, only time was a surefire way of diagnosing this, and the patient on the bed certainly wasn't going to be walking out in the next few hours. Time, she had in spades.
Given the time frame, Tempest gave the man a curt nod and turned to Belladora. ”We'll need a box of bandages, sutures and needles, and Raynor.” Her expression darkened slightly as she uttered the name. She never enjoyed calling on her father's mage friend, but he could do things that Tempest, unfortunately, could not. He could see through the skin and muscles of a person to see if any bones were broken – Tempest didn't have a tool or a salve for that. She disliked inviting the man because she knew that he was capable of producing something that would show her the same thing, but he hoarded his secrets and his powers closely, only allowing the occasional spell to leave his clutches – and for an extortionate fee.
As Belladora left, Tempest settled, her legs crossed as if she were sat on a cushion of air by her patient's bedside. She floated slowly down the length of the bed, slowly kneading and pressing every inch of the man's body. Only when she reached his head did Tempest speak directly to the man stood silently in the corner of the room. When she spoke, her tone was light and inquisitive, though she was concerned. ”Did they take a particular disliking to your brother?” She asked. As far as she could see, he had no injuries to speak of. He hadn't indicated any pain, either verbally or physically. Why would it be that he was whole and well, and his brother looked to have been set upon by at least three vicious goons? In order to study his reaction, Tempest watched him carefully as she finally responded to his question. ”I do not know. I will try, but he has lost a lot of blood, and his other injuries are grevious.” Perhaps she was exaggerating a little. Until Raynor had done his part, Tempest could not be sure.
... therapy for the soul.
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