Nimshae Annamea Najade

OOC. I am going to be on at the hall for interviews between 8.00pm and 10.00pm GMT tonight, if Callax can give me an approximation of when you will be on in GMT times I can look through my shedule with Jack and try and accomodate you on Saturday as thats one of my day's off... I do apologise if this is a little akward at the moment however with it being the school holidays, therapy sessions for my son step up and sneaking them in between work is quite difficult. *hugs* Sarah

OOC: Cailean Balish joined the ranks today and now proudly sports the robes of the Apprentice Healers, He has been added to the list so people now know he is practicing with my blessing!! If you come accross him at the Healer Hold have patience with him, he's just learning!!. However we are now gaining staff as soon as we have two more, I will be opening the doors and advertisements will go out... *hugs* Sarah

The two birds fly from the dove cote, their wings beating fast and strong as they deliver this missive to the two appliacants who chose to write to the Hold. Nimshae smiled as she watched them soar above the water and dissappear. She bade them good journey,and awaitied their arrival with barely contained excitement!! O.O.C. Right I am going to be about now till 7.30pm GMT time and tommroow I will be about from 10.00pm till 1.30pm for this.... You guys are the first applicants, so we are slowly but surely making progress....*squees* *hugs* Sarah

Thank you so much for the compliments they are much apprecaited, and also a great big thanks to those that have stopped by even before we have opened, I now have two more jornal entries to write up, including a most auspicious birth. The prachements are from a stock site, I have quite a lot of stock images that are purchased as I am primarily a photo-manipulation artist. The stains are from brushes that I made a long time ago for blood smears and drops, however they make really good way to age and antique parchement. Sorry I have not been about I know a couple of people have got worried, I was on Holiday, we have a Caravan and as it's been so hot we thought we would go away for the weekend with our son who is quite tiny. Go to the beach, run on the grass etc etc.... We mistakenly thought as the olympics were on we would find it quiet...boy was that a mistake. I have some writing to catch up on this week, I only have two volounteers so far Dargene and Callax but I will be writing to them both this week and inviting them to the Hold for an interview. Then I will be posting/sending birds to the main capitals, however not the Orcs as I just cannot see a way IC'ly that it would be possible. I am hoping that word will spread there via gossip and rumour. Then we will be opening, maybe with only 4 of us to start with, but it's a start!! *hugs* Sarah

Katherine smiled widely as she listened to King Godfrey’s words, her eyes seeking Ser Gerrard who answered her smile with a warm one of his own. She felt the familiar blush creeping to her cheeks as she turned away from him, contemplating his proposal. Walking forward on quiet sure steps till she stood in-front of the King she rewarded him with a warm smile, he had been patient and kind with her, when she had been shy and awkward, he had given her a chance when she knew others wouldn’t, He wasn’t fooled by her curtness, He saw the shy and troubled woman within. She knew she owed a lot to this great man, and the family she had served. Suddenly she looked sad, Princess Anne she would surely miss her, but she felt instinctively that this, this was her path.... “Your Majesty, I will miss you, and your great family, none more than the Princess Anne herself, however I accept Ser Gerard's proposal and I thank you most dearly not only for your blessing, but for all you have done for me. In your service I have felt....truly blessed” Katherine delivered her speech with great heart and emotion, her eyes wet with tears unshed, as she lowered her head and curtsied low before her King...

Lady Katherine cautiously entered the throne room, stepping carefully with her wide skirts slightly elevated. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the exertion of rushing to the summons, but also slight trepidation as to what warranted her presence so abruptly. Spotting Ser Gerard as she entered the room, she smiled a quick greeting, reassured by his quick and easy smile. She found herself breathing a sigh of relief, she obviously hadn’t offended him too grievously the other evening in the palace gardens so hopefully this would not be a reprimand... Curtsying low before King Godfrey she lowered her eyes.... “Your Majesty?”

** The book is stained with blood and unspeakable fluids, the pages warn the edges ruffled. The writing is neat and fluid, slanted gracefully and written in blue faded ink ** Containing notes, and musings of a craft master, and musings of the patients I treat.... We have not yet opened, although we now have a ship that plots it’s course directly past the lush islands of Terremai Ama Island, and the location of our humble hold. Yet still people have managed to find us, to solicit us for healing and our craft. It makes me think that there very well may be a use for us in Asulon. I just hope that we can encourage people to come and study. True our craft is not as exciting as the cut and thrust of open warfare. There is very little glory in the pursuit of those that heal the body, and rest the mind. However there is a great deal of satisfaction in the aiding of others. So far we have had two patients come to us for aid. One a gentleman who was passing through, curiosity being rampant I assume. After letting him tour the Healer Hall he boarded the boat back to the Cloud Temple at first light, however an assassination attempt was made, and he suffered a puncture wound to his waist from an arrow. Hearing his cries for help, Landrail and myself helped his supine body to the healer hall. I attempted to assess how deep the wound was, and at first believed it to be a glancing blow. Before I could administer our analgesic preparation of white oak, I noticed that he was bleeding copiously from his mouth. Alas the only times I have seen this happen, or experienced this is due to an internal injury. It is worth noting that sometimes even though the body seems to lose little blood, that bodies can bleed inside and it’s impossible in our scant limits to determine the extent of the injuries. The wound was not gushing onerously, yet still blood seeped from his mouth at an alarming rate. We immediately helped him to the boat and set sail for the Cloud Temple. When holistic medicine fails, and it’s extent limits us, we must rely on prayers. That meant we needed help from the monks themselves. When we arrived we called for help and although the monks were enthusiastic. They were mere apprentices and did not have the way of healing with prayers. However they assisted us into the Temple proper, and the innate magic contained within the stones, seemed to put his life in stasis. He was not healed, but he did not worsen. The monks recognised that the arrow it’s self may have been afflicted with a poisonous or toxic compound. Could have been cantharides which are easily available in Asulon from arachnids which grow to a fearsome size here. Sadly our knowledge of these are limited and much research must still be done. I disinfected the wound using our fermented wheat preparation and slathered an antibiotic ointment made from the mould and spores that grow on bread, onto the lips of the wound. Although the monks assured me an elder was imminent and that danger of infection was slim. One of the functions of a healer is not just to heal, but also to increase a patients comfort. He was in a great deal of pain and discomfort, and although I am sceptical of the efficiency of an antibiotic compound versus a toxin. It was in my opinion worth a try. I also dosed him with white oak powder, however he had the constitution of an oxen. Although I gave him enough to fell a small bull, he still seemed to writhe and moan with pain. Psychosomatic reactions maybe?. When we took our leave of the temple he made a sizeable donation and warned us, I assumed it was to make sure we kept safe. Landaril though worries still, and see’s alarms and portents in his raving words.

Thanks so much guys, I really apprecaite the comments and the appreciation. Working hard at the moment to get this up and open, so we can begin to officially heal people. Also lots of thanks to people who have turned up for impromptu healing, and have been quite a challenge. Especially with thinking in terms of what we would know of, and what ingredients are missing from the pharmacopeia. especially as although we wouldn't know the physiological causes of Asthma, apprently the ancient egyptians recognised it even all those years ago, and tried to help it with the inhalation of incense. Some of them also believed it was a pshycosomatic illness, or the cries of child that was been carried. Thank you for the challenges guys, and for expanding my knowledge, it's been awesome. *hugs* Sarah

Monk Talmb looks out of the hermitage window, Sabet, 28th of Malins Welcome. Year 50. The monk gathers his pack and stave and leaves the hermitage, crossing through the central platform of the Sanctuary. His steps slow and sure, with a smile across his bright wrinkled face. The sun hangs high above the Sanctuary and many sit at tables, starting their day with conversation and a belly full of food. Talmb then heads toward the dock and takes especially long making it up the stairs. He makes it to the end of the western side of the port just intime to see the Healers vessel pull into port. The sea air whipped through Master Healers Nimshae's hair, the sea spray spraying over the bow of the ship and dappening her robes. It had taken many years for the extended work on the Healer Hold, and her plans to reach fruition. This was just another step to them opening, to training new apprentices and offering their services to the sick, ailing and infirm of Asulon. Even though there had been no ships sanctioned by the holds passing the Island Terremai Ama, and the location of the Healer Hold, lots of people had found it themselves for impromptu healing, so obviously even without much advertising their reputation was passing by word of mouth. Nimshae spied the old monk on the docks, his hand shielding his eyes as he watched the simple, but sturdy ship cleave through the waves. It's white sails billowing, showing proudly the crest of the Healer. A circle of fresh green leaves on a field of show white. She smiled widely and raised her hand in greeting, handing off her pack to Landaril behind her. Now they had many plans to make, people to greet. Birds to send. Apprenitices to interview and eventually sick people to heal.

Thank you so much everyone for your lovely kind words, it means a lot as a lot of thought and effort went into this, and the reward of your words is very much apprecaited. OOC message to people coming for Healing.... Healers are not omnipotent and all knowing, if the impliment that caused the wound is posioned, you would have to have specific knowledge of this to alert us. As for Healers we would not know, simple as. I can assure you now in modern medicine even to work out if someone has been posioned through chemical/drug related means, and even some venoms. Blood tests MUST be done. They don't say....Oooo that person is defintley posioned. Unless you add, a sickly green liquid drips from the wound, or the wound is a nasty colour. Then we could make a calculated assumption. However our skills to heal you are limited. We use herbalism and apothocary, general wound maintainance. We could use a drawing ointment made from bread and sugar and hope. However no Healer worth his salt will say....hey thats a definite posion as we just haven't the means to tell definitively. We are trying to bring a sense of realism. If you have internal bleeding we WILL deposit you on the monks. How to tell is someone bleeds internally. Well first off a puncture injury like a dagger/arrow/sword/axe these can be shallow or they can be deep. An arrow has to go in quite a ways to damage an internal organ and the ribs and chest bone will deflect to some extent. However tell us at all you are bleeding from the mouth and it's definitely an internal injury. At least to us. Below the ribcage wounds unless very shallow will always be fatal. Just by the law of averages you have the intestines, the liver and kidneys. Wounds to those in this less advanced era would be fatal. Thanks the lords for magical monks eh!! *hugs* Sarah

If you want my honest opinion...any allusion, infernece, mention even of character backstory of rape should be highly discouraged on a server that caters mostley to minors *people under 18*. Not only for the reasons that Neko mentioned but also because some net predators and deviants get excited by even the mention of it. It's not a sex thing at all, it's about debasement and control. The last thing you want is to encourage any of that behaviour where there are minors, or to excite people who "get off" on this. Skype isn't monitored and it's way to easy to prey on the unwary. There are many kinds of abuse, beating, starving, that would be just as effective as a character hook, I am at a loss as to why someone would want to even mention/allude to such a horrific act. Also it's the most common yet un-reported crime. Most people know someone who was the victim of an attack and even reading character bio's that mention it can be pretty damaging. All in all it's something that I have only ever seen mentioned in RP/bio's in heavily adult communities. And even then with heavey warnings as it is pretty darn offensive to most people. Sarah

Nimshae sat at her desk, the letter resting on the side. Taking a fresh sheet of their special fine parchment she took her quill and dipped it sparingly into the ink pot. The light from the torches in the study area threw shadows onto the walls that danced with frenzied and wild movements. The winds from the sea blowing through the open window, blowing the scent of salt and the flowers from the Island to her nostrils. Smiling she wrote in her slanting hand onto the parchment... Picking it up and blowing it gently to dry the ink, as soon as she was confident that the ink was dry she rolled it carefully and slid it into a message tube. Rising from her chair she made her way down to the stairs, out of the Healer Hall to the dove cotes. Cooing gently under her breath she coaxed one of the doves from Normondor to rest on her wrist and deftly attached the message tube to it’s leg. Walking outside she threw it gently to the air, and smiled as it spread it’s wings at the zenith of it’s flight, and struck out towards it’s home and the recipient of the message.

*winks* Freestyle application, in the style of a letter preferably... I want to see the creativeness and RP style of the people applying!!! *hugs* Sarah

Thank you Liri, I am aware it will be slow starting, but hopefully it will make a good and interesting RP hub!! *phew* At least the post is largely finished now, just got to now get the Island Opened and linked to the mainland now. Then it's on to interviewing staff!!! Lots to do, so exciting!!! Yay!!! *hugs* Sarah

Just in case anyone is looking for this, we are way way out in the sea on a tiny little island, there is a reason you can't find us yet because we aren't open guys. Hopefully for the beginning of next week. I just have to finish all this lore and add all the OCC information, upload skins and texture packs I have done. Then get our NPC's installed and link up the ships. Patience people, I will go as quickly as I possibly can. *hugs* Sarah