The infirmary was certainly useful to the people in this new world, but there was a speciality that was still much needed - especially as the new community began to grow. Midwives, you see, were not just experts in the needs of expecting and laboring mothers; they were experts in all things women's health. Various diseases, dysfunctions, and concerns around conception, fertility, and yes, even sex fell under their watchful eye. But they needed a safe and comforting place to practice their craft, and Phoebe always thought that infirmaries were so...cold for the delicate and emotional work she did. So she was setting up her own clinic on the first floor of the home she had set up. It was a lot of work for one person though. Phoebe didn't have many friends or acquaintances, but she hoped that perhaps some would stop by to lend a hand. Her busy work would be obvious enough to any passersby as well. ----------------------- PHOEBE IS RE-OPENING HER WOMEN'S CLINIC. Lend a hand would ya? It's real important people! There are three spots. 1. Melita 2. Remi 3. Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world |
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the Nightingale
Midwife✓
Age: 26 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 46 - Endr: 41 - Luck: 41 - Int: PIM - Mythical - Dragon (Electricity) BRANBAST - Mythical - Sear Cat (Speech)
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Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
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01-07-2019, 02:04 AM
Remi Abruzzo I was just guessing at numbers and figures, pulling your puzzles apart Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart Remi hadn’t known what Phoebe had been planning. He was merely here to check up on his friend. He hadn’t made any headway with finding a suitor for her (he was starting to think he’d likely have to put up a notice on the bulletin board to try and assemble a cast to go through), but in the meantime he wanted to ensure that Phoebe hadn’t somehow been further cursed or given additional obligations to carry out by Frey. It was strange that Phoebe had decided to live in the settlement rather than the domiciles, but then again given that Remi spent most nights sleeping in his shop perhaps it wasn’t that out of the ordinary. Knocking gently on her door (having learned where she lived during their brief ‘conversation’ while he was as hawk), Remi waited. Hearing some noises from within, his brows furrowed. ”Phoebe?” Remi called gently, trying the doorknob. If it opened, he’d poke his head inside and call her name again.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
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Queen of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 34 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 4 Abandoned (Level 3 Ascended) - Strg: 19 - Dext: 14 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 9 - Int:
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01-07-2019, 03:54 AM
the Honeybee
Age: 26 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 1 - Strg: 62 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 63 - Luck: 62 - Int: FANGORN - Mythical - Vampire Gourd SILA - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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01-08-2019, 10:19 PM
M E L I T A
Melita had always been one of those bold, intrepid figures who believed if given an opportunity, if allowed a moment to try, she could conquer, triumph, and assist with anything, with everything. Her childhood had already taught her that those inclinations may not be necessarily true – her fearless endeavors, her brave pluck, her savage, seditious charm, could earn her some creditability, could allow her to dive into reckless abandon, into enterprising oblivion, into swords, knives, daggers, and vitriol, but it didn’t always mean she was successful. But lords, how the girl always endured, head held high, nerve and daring in each whimsical, mercurial step. Even today, she wouldn’t allow herself to be outdone – a shining, little beacon, a speck, of might and fortitude, bristling with an effervescent smile, a cherubic, impish delight. She’d followed Rexanna, purely out of folly and mischief for a time, wandering in and out of the avenues and street-corners, salvaging the minute amounts of quiet she had within her frame (always loud, always exuberant, always a raucous, rioting fiend), peeking and stalking, giggling behind her cloak. She pulled it tighter around her as she continued her, and Rexanna’s path, until they came to a place she was completely unaware of. The girl forgot her sojourn and crusade the moment curiosity sparked, listening to Rexanna call out to another, tilting her head and forgetting any other pretenses anointed for the moment. She slid behind her fellow female and whispered, her best pursuit at reserved natures; bubbling and brewing, standing on her tip-toes, trying to peer inside and unmask the great mystery and enigma surrounding the area. “What’s going on?” the Nightingale
Midwife✓
Age: 26 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 46 - Endr: 41 - Luck: 41 - Int: PIM - Mythical - Dragon (Electricity) BRANBAST - Mythical - Sear Cat (Speech)
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01-09-2019, 12:32 AM
the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
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01-10-2019, 05:45 PM
Remi Abruzzo I was just guessing at numbers and figures, pulling your puzzles apart Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart Remi returned Phoebe's smile warmly as he stepped inside, shooting a smile over his shoulder at Chuckling he stepped inside to listen to what it was the midwife needed. Though teas and tonics were certainly more in his wheelhouse, he also thought he could make quick work of the bell system. "I will work on the bell." He said, glancing around at the three woman to see if anyone had any objections to this. If he heard none, he'd pick up the twine and begin to consider the task. The problem was that the twine needed to remain taut enough that the small movement of the string would ring the bell upstairs, while remaining in one fixed position. Twitching his lips, Remi cupped his palms until a number of small metal nails appeared, though they were bent in a 'u' shape, and were sharp on each side. Creating a hammer as well, the alchemist slowly began to string the twine around the door frame and up the stairs, making sure to create a 'tunnel' with the nails for the twine to go through. That way it wouldn't be disturbed, wouldn't move, and would remain in a fixed and taut position.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
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Queen of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 34 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 4 Abandoned (Level 3 Ascended) - Strg: 19 - Dext: 14 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 9 - Int:
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01-10-2019, 09:05 PM
the Honeybee
Age: 26 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 1 - Strg: 62 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 63 - Luck: 62 - Int: FANGORN - Mythical - Vampire Gourd SILA - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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01-12-2019, 06:08 PM
M E L I T A
Phoebe reminded her of tangible warmth, the sun’s luminous rays, the ebb and flow of sea waves, the gentle, lulling trace of breezes and petals. It was peace and repose, a humming sanctuary right beneath her nose, and Melita smiled, her bright, ebullient grin folding over her lips easily, naturally swayed by earnestness and compassion; she’d once thrived on it, leaning into her mother’s embrace, listening to the heart of myths and legends. She’d gladly render her efforts and might. The tasks seemed fair enough – though sorely lacking in fighting monsters or foes (perhaps one of the few talents she possessed besides recklessness and a raucous atmosphere) – the others taking up their talents with maneuvering furniture or stringing together a new bell. All that was left were the teas and tonics, and for a moment, Melita hesitated. Anything regarding delicacy or grace was bound to be mired into the chaotic simply by her actions alone, too impulsive, too bestial, too ardent; she was suddenly afraid she’d ruin things. Didn’t this require precision, attention, and carefulness? These weren’t facets the girl currently possessed – though steadfast and valorous, she was also one of the first to always rush into the fray, not meticulous or scrupulous, a bit of an untamed, wild thing. She steadied her breath and her trembling hands, nerves getting the best of her, for she didn’t want to fail, didn’t want to waste this woman’s time, didn’t want to be regarded as inept and stupid, blinded by ignorance. “To the teas and tonics then!” She winked, rushing forward, pretending to forge on ahead, a pattern, a ritual, she comprehended very well. A recipe book isn’t a demon, she chastised herself, but her glance indicated otherwise, and she’d be much more comfortable if it was. She took in the light herbs, the hanging strands of future, beneficial rights, and hoped her efforts wouldn’t blight the whole thing. Her eyes peeked at the papers, trembling fingers running through the pages, scanning over plants and leaves she recognized, could put together without bludgeoning and destroying the precious artifacts. The mortar and pestle were at least a grand tool, and she’d be able to grind things down, shove her strength and might into the substance, watch them pulverize, grant herself the luxury of movement and power. She willed herself to be slow, methodical, sent up a silent prayer and plea to whatever gods watched over her now, taking the fronds and placing them in the container, maneuvering her newfound weapon in strict verity; checking in every once and while to see them turn into tiny fragments, become something other than a blossom from a brook’s edge. the Nightingale
Midwife✓
Age: 26 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 46 - Endr: 41 - Luck: 41 - Int: PIM - Mythical - Dragon (Electricity) BRANBAST - Mythical - Sear Cat (Speech)
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01-15-2019, 12:32 AM
the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
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01-15-2019, 05:26 PM
Remi Abruzzo I was just guessing at numbers and figures, pulling your puzzles apart Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart Trotting down the stairs, Remi pulled the cord and listened. Faintly upstairs he could hear the chiming of the bell and smiled with satisfaction. Hearing Rex's sultry call for help, Remi grinned and shook his head, jogging back up the stairs two at a time. Leaning against the door frame he gave the sapphire-eyed woman and sly smile and folded his arms. "If I did not know better, I would think you were looking for a completely different sort of help in here." Remi chuckled, levelling an amused stare in her direction. "Alright then—" Remi said, moving towards the headboard so that he could easily take hold of it. "—care to show me where I should put this?" He laughed trying to match her own seductive phrases, but sounding far too boyish and gentle to issue anything other than a smirk.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
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Queen of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 34 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 4 Abandoned (Level 3 Ascended) - Strg: 19 - Dext: 14 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 9 - Int:
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01-16-2019, 04:20 AM
the Honeybee
Age: 26 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 1 - Strg: 62 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 63 - Luck: 62 - Int: FANGORN - Mythical - Vampire Gourd SILA - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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01-19-2019, 04:43 PM
M E L I T A
Had Melita’s mother been able to cross into the Rift, had they all been given just a bit more time, she might’ve acquired some of the healer’s skills. The only thing truly keeping any of these moments together were her memories of the mender’s hut, the gathering of herbs, the tiny sachets containing just the right amount of the necessary herb. She grimaced for a few moments, eyeing the filaments of plant life in the bowl, then forced her gaze back to the pages of the nearby tome. Had she ground enough? Was this the required amount? The youth allowed her stare to wander along the room again, take in everything, before landing upon a scale nearby. A sigh of relief escaped her lungs, and she grabbed hold of it gently, bringing it back to her chosen spot. There, she could do this. Her thoughts went back to her mother, all the delicate ways she’d poured the contents along the beams, sliding things back and forth until they measured just so, then carefully placing them into the paper packets, labeling them for safekeeping, for anyone who needed their contents. She tried to mimic them, but she’d always been a poor student of anything subtle; she forced herself to breathe as she funneled the leaves upon the scale, as she transferred the weights back and forth, as she carefully slid them into their chosen papers and labeled them. She repeated the act over and over, far more cautious than she’d ever been on the battlefield, in the shadows, in the waiting grace of the sun. A few slid from her hold and she would scoop them up as best she could, fingers trembling not over the art of warfare, but the fragility of the task – the monumental ways she could ruin things. Next up was the tonics – and she gathered the necessary bowls and water, allowing them to steep as she proffered a prayer to her beloved family, bowing her head at those precious hours that felt so long ago. Thank you, mother; blessed her for showing her daughter those talents, those skills, despite not being able to employ them well at all. She repeated the prior gestures when they were done, painstakingly dividing up portions, weighing, then sliding into the packets. the Nightingale
Midwife✓
Age: 26 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 46 - Endr: 41 - Luck: 41 - Int: PIM - Mythical - Dragon (Electricity) BRANBAST - Mythical - Sear Cat (Speech)
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01-19-2019, 11:09 PM
the Honeybee
Age: 26 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 1 - Strg: 62 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 63 - Luck: 62 - Int: FANGORN - Mythical - Vampire Gourd SILA - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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01-28-2019, 11:23 PM
M E L I T A
The other girl must have sensed her unease; no sooner had Melita completed another packet than Phoebe came swooping in, friendly and amiable. For once, the youth’s eyes fell, slightly downcast, expecting to be chastised despite all her efforts, because that was how some moments had played out. Her world and motivations had been impulse after impulse, heedless, reckless, and steadfast, and this time it might’ve cost her some pride, some hubris, weighting her down and coiling across her shoulders in a band of apprehension. Maybe Phoebe didn’t think she could do it. Maybe she’d caught her in the stranglehold of ineptitude, shaking her head in dismay when it became crystal clear that the honeybee girl was out of her element. Her essence was oil and fire, incensed determination, provoked mayhem, melee, disaster and ruin; this was carefully cultivated roots and berries, herbs and teas, sprung towards lips in signs of creation and healing, mending and soothing. Melita was none of those things, and it stung a little. But she wasn’t down for long; the blistering fortitude of her might didn’t allow or permit dismay for long periods of time (she’d still be in the Rift, dead, sinking beneath rime waves, awaiting her eternal catacomb), hastening another long breath, a brilliant smile. She could see Phoebe’s kindness radiating along the corridors and parlors, how she was willing to assist, even offer the shield maiden a way out. Escape was there, proffered in furniture arranging, where she could use her strength and fervor to finish the accommodations. The temptation was there, lying in her heart, swayed by the idea of deliverance from the lines of trepidation; but then, if she was to succumb, when would she ever get better? Would she be destined to simply flee at a moment’s notice, whenever something got rough, difficult, or hard? She’d never done such a thing before – she’d been bullheaded and irreverent, ridiculous and catastrophic, a defiant chin raised against false gods and deceitful patrons. Cowardice was unlike her. Why would she start now? She could learn, and she’d accept it, wholeheartedly. She’d soak it in, every speck of knowledge, every ounce, every granule of sagacity until she was consumed with wisdom; it was a measure of sedition and challenge in the weight of her stare, in the resolve curling between her fingers. “I’d love some help. My mother was a healer, but I didn’t acquire much of her skills.” Her tone was ebullient, a spark, a sizzling torrent, lacquered in the don’t underestimate me quadrants and the gentle breeze, because the whole realm was not out to spite her, and she understood that, could meld and mold the reasons within her mind. “Is this enough?” She gestured to the latest steeping leaves. | ||||||
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