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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Jan 4, 2005 19:56:53 GMT -5
*he follows behind her, watching her back. It's winter, people here get even more desperate now.*
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Post by Veritas Vellendus on Jan 5, 2005 17:41:25 GMT -5
Veritas, at this point exhausted, had his back to a wall. His eyes were unfocused, and his imagination had taken over. This is what gave Veritas his infinite patience... his daydreams. His imagination.
He saw the church through his eyes... then he saw it from the eyes of a bird. He saw the entirety of the city stretched out before him, a nice enough place... with a few areas of deeper darkness to his sensitive eyes. Which was usual for a city, especially one of this size.
He laughed. Wow, things have really changed if he started getting used to the way of cities. How strange.
His imagination turned to the river, and the boats that occasionally sailed upon it. He could smell the water, feel the lines of the boat, the wheel under his hands. He could feel the swaying of the ship. He smiled to himself. He loved the water.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Jan 6, 2005 15:29:11 GMT -5
*passing by, Haglath shakes his head at the dozing form of Veritas. It was bad enough that the regular healers slept against the walls, but rather inevitable over here. He sighs, this shouldn't be the case, in a perfect world they shoudln't have to so this. But this world isn't perfect, and they have to do the best they can. He shakes out one of the blankets he was carrying and drapes it over Veritas before walking off to the main part of the church.*
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Post by Charith on Jan 14, 2005 12:53:16 GMT -5
Charith enters the Church and looks around. Would anyone know what that man meant about her? Ah- that nice man with the dreamy eyes... A bit gingerly she walks at him and nearly trips over her feet. When she gets up again it's like someone hits her in the face with an axe. She stumbles and falls against the wall, shivering violently. As she slides down against the wall she can for a moment see others grabbing for their heads too, before her vision goes dark and other sights pass before her mind's eye.
Less than a minute later, the feeling passes, leaving behind a terrible dread and a terrible certainty. Her hand unconsciously grabs the hilt of her sword and she looks around in some confusion to see how everyone else is doing.
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Post by Veritas Vellendus on Jan 14, 2005 13:23:21 GMT -5
Veritas' eyes shoot open at about the same time. When Charith's vision returns, she sees the boy standing there, shaking his head as if clearing it. Unlike many of the others, there is no fear in his eyes. Only determination.
He quickly checks on the others, to see if everyone else is ok.
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Post by Charith on Jan 14, 2005 13:26:16 GMT -5
She glances around and stands, picks up a crying child and rocks it a bit before the mother comes running out of the kitchen and takes the toddler from her. She closes her eyes a moment and swallows, then turns to Veritas.
... are you coming?
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Post by Kartio Fatali on Jan 14, 2005 13:46:58 GMT -5
+Kartio staggers out of one of the healing rooms, already exhausted before this happened. Pelor, but nothing is ever easy, is it?+
Is everyone ok?!
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Post by Veritas Vellendus on Jan 14, 2005 14:14:56 GMT -5
Everyone looks alright now. A few people are just shaken.
Veritas turns to Charith and nods.
Yeah. There's no way I can let that happen.
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Post by Charith on Jan 14, 2005 14:17:17 GMT -5
She nods.
Good. Let's go then.
Walking towards the exit.
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Post by Veritas Vellendus on Jan 14, 2005 14:40:32 GMT -5
Veritas nods and follows her.
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Post by Charith on Apr 30, 2005 8:08:20 GMT -5
Charith returns to the Church and immediately takes a pile of dirty blankets to take to the laundry. A few clerics- in a hurry as usual- greet her warmly, and she smiles and greets them back.
She spends the rest of the day distributing new sheets, feeding a shaking old woman, talking courage into a little boy whose mother died just that morning, cleaning up after a sick man threw up all over himself, his bed and the floor, scrubbing out bedpans, handing out plates of food, telling children bedtime stories, bellowing at an abusive husband whose wife has come to find shelter in the Church and who came to claim her back- she even has to hit him over the head with the flat of her blade before he finally leaves, teaching a fourteen year old girl to read and write, and washing some of the elderly people's feet.
It is way past midnight when one of the clerics sends her off duty. Still not completely tired, she practises some swordstrokes in the back. The fight at the Library didn't go exactly brilliant. It must be around two in the morning when one of the sick gets delirious and needs tending to, and Charith jumps back on duty. After the woman has been taken care of, the cleric who originally sent the girl to bed glares death at her and threatens to boot her out altogether if she doesn't go to bed right away, so she does.
Lying awake in the dark, the girl stares at the bottom of the bed above her (the beds are bunk beds) and listens to the snores of exhausted clerics. Even then, the images of the day playing through her head- mostly Veritas and that strange young man- she worries about that guy- keep her awake for a long time before exhaustion finally, finally knocks her out.
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