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Post by Mavon Berreos on Dec 21, 2018 19:44:28 GMT
Mavon listened carefully, thinking and trying to wrack his brain for anything this disease could be, and any possible treatments beyond simply drugging him to unconsciousness.
(Int 80. Exp: 70. Alchemy 20.)
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Post by The Terror on Dec 24, 2018 16:16:10 GMT
(Point awarded.)
Mavon requires a bizarre mixture his teacher had taught him, a seemingly contradictory mixture of supposed poisons, ordinary grass, and an insistence to pray towards a strange idol from a distant land. Supposedly, this procedure would grant some sort of temporary peace to the patient. It was an ugly looking idol, so ugly Mavon could barely look at it. But his teacher had employed the method to great effect for war veterans of the Years of Blood.
It was hardly the strangest thing in Mavon's repertoire. But of course, a swordsman didn't need to know anything about forging to swing a sword. The tools of the trade were tools of the trade.
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After leaving the sellsword alone in the shop for several minutes, Mavon emerged with a small packet of burnt grass mixed with other more expensive ingredients and prayed over for 30 seconds before that hideous idol. Mavon had difficulty not imagining the thing judging him.
As long as Nicolaelys boiled and drank it in a tea, he should sleep well.
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Post by Mavon Berreos on Dec 25, 2018 7:02:10 GMT
"Here we go, my good sir. Tea, guaranteed to settle those blood demons and quell them enough to help you get some sleep..." He said, reaching out to offer it to the sellsword before yanking it back quickly, the smile on his face as he looked to the tormented man. "Of course, that brings us to the subject of payment..."
He wished the man could pay him in not having remember that damned idol. He'd seen uglier. Not much uglier, but still he would definitely not be sleeping well himself tonight.
"A standard monetary compensation is of course welcome, but there are...other things I'd like to discuss. A spot of blood, perhaps. Purely for research purposes, of course."
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Post by The Terror on Jan 3, 2019 0:55:45 GMT
The Captain tosses him a handful of gold. "Not enough blood left in this heart..."
Nicolaelys grabbed the medicine and left the apothecary.
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Post by Mavon Berreos on Jan 8, 2019 20:30:19 GMT
Mavon let out a sigh as he watched the Captain leave, going over to a seat and plopping himself down as he wiped his brow. He'd honestly thought he'd be killed by that Mercenary. The intensity the man brought was like a goddamn animal.
"Still...at least he's on a leash, for now." Mavon said. Hopefully, the family running this town would remember to keep that leash in check.
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