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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Aug 26, 2004 10:40:35 GMT -5
The church here is set more on the edge of the section, still easily accessible for the denizens of Erebos. The building's taller than it's wide, being squeezed in a row of other buildings. Interior's set up the same as in the other two: main room with some altars, doors leading off to the novices' quarters, offices and a kitchen.
The novices provide food, clothes, healing, at prices slightly higher than in Greyfriars to reflect that people here are somewhat better off, but not high enough to discourage people from coming here for help.
Head: Arifien Seregon.
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Post by Rena Landis Firesong on Sept 3, 2004 13:25:53 GMT -5
(Rena walks into the church, still carrying around her bags. She seeks out a priest again.)
Excuse me, do you know where Arifien Seregon is?
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 3, 2004 13:28:09 GMT -5
*The man Rena approached looks up.*
She's in the back. Please follow me. Need help with your bags?
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Post by Rena Landis Firesong on Sept 3, 2004 13:36:11 GMT -5
(Rena smiles and shakes her head.)
No, but thank you. I'm fine.
Thanks, sir.
(Rena proceeds to follow.)
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 3, 2004 13:45:49 GMT -5
*the cleric leads Rena to one of the offices. It's small, more a glorified broom-closet than an office. There's barely enough space for the desk.*
Arifien? A lady to see you.
*he smiles at both ladies before departing.
Arifien looks up at Rena. She's 4'6, young, with tightly curled blonde hair and light-green eyes. Also from Nan Elmoth, she's a follower of Corellon, a hyperactive Elf who constantly tries to do four things at once. Her voice is high without getting squeaky.*
Hello, I'm Arifien Seregon. How can I help you?
*in the meantime she's filling out a supply-list, and trying to stop the old worn-out desk from wobbling too much.*
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Post by Rena Landis Firesong on Sept 3, 2004 14:15:37 GMT -5
(Rena pulls the writ out of one of her bags as she sets them down and sets it down on the wobbly desk.)
I'm Rena Firesong. I'm here to help.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 3, 2004 14:22:14 GMT -5
*Arifien reads through the writ, recognising Jenssen's neat handwriting.*
Good, good. Apart from being able to heal, what else can you do? Cook, clean, mend clothes, people-skills?
*She smiles at Rena, finishing the supply-list and writing up a report of recent happenings.*
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Post by Rena Landis Firesong on Sept 3, 2004 14:35:30 GMT -5
(Rena smiles as she speaks.)
I've been a proffesional cook for several years, and I have learned to mend and clean while travelling. I'm polite and calm when speaking to people and I've lead people before.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 3, 2004 14:51:27 GMT -5
*she blinks.*
A real handywoman, huh? Alright.
*Arifien thinks, tapping her pen on the desk, and consulting a roster.*
The kitchen can use a hand now. Through the hall, just follow your nose. Quarters are to the left, you can take your stuff there.
*She smiles, getting up from behind her desk, carefully to stop it from tipping over, and goes over to Rena.*
Thank you for your help.
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Post by Rena Landis Firesong on Sept 3, 2004 15:00:35 GMT -5
(Rena giggles and smiles.)
I try.
(Rena smiles pleasantly and picks up her bags, her eyes catching and reflecting the light of the room, as usual for her.)
You're very welcome. Thank you all for helping these people.
(Rena nods politely and heads to the quarters, picking a vacant bed and setting her stuff down around it. She pushes the bag with her weapons and armor underneath the bed and heads to the kitchen to see what it is like.)
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 3, 2004 15:14:53 GMT -5
Why else are we here?
*Arifien smiles and goes back to her work.
The quarters are clean, none of the rooms very big, and have bunk-beds.
The kitchen's one of the biggest rooms here, stove to one side, in full use. Steam everywhere. This is also the warmest place in the church. There's plenty of workspace, with clerics busy preparing food, cleaning it, dicing etc. A large man, not fat, just large, looking like he enjoys his food, bustles over to Rena.*
You're here to help? You can start with helping with the meal for tonight.
*He directs her to an empty spot at a table, where she can start with slicing and dicing. He bustles off again, going back to the stove to check on the soup for tonight.*
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Post by Rena Landis Firesong on Sept 3, 2004 15:23:11 GMT -5
(Rena nods and gets to work, using what ingredients they give her. She does so without a word, just smiling.)
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 4, 2004 14:42:50 GMT -5
*Clerics bustle in with wood, directed by Arifien to take some of it to the kitchen, now! The rest's stored elsewhere.*
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Post by Rinathan on Jan 5, 2005 19:09:16 GMT -5
The young man steps into the Church and looks around. He hails a cleric.
Hello..! I'm looking for... I'm looking for my father.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Jan 6, 2005 14:25:26 GMT -5
*the cleric looks up at Rinathan, being of a Gnomish size and race.*
Who's your father sir?
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