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Squire Marcella Soothesinger Jun 12, 2017 20:24:25 GMT

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Character Name	Marcella Soothesinger
Character Race	Human
Character Age	18
Character Title	Squire

Character Attributes	Amount	Augment (Total amount)
Strength	12	12
Resistance	12	12
Endurance	10	10
Intelligence	13	13
Vitality	10	10
Willpower	15	15
Fortitude	10	10
Perception	10	10
Dexterity	10	10

Tag Skills	* \| \| *****
General Knowledge	None
Arcana Knowledge	*
Forbidden Lore	None
History	None
Faith	None
Literacy	None
Acrobatics	*
Athletics	None
Deception	None
Prospecting	None
Skinning	None
Rune-crafting	None
Herbalism	*
Black Smithing	None

*Weapon Skills*	*Skill Statistics*	Augment (Total)
Shields	0	0
One-handed Swords	31	30
Two-handed Swords	0	0
One-Handed Axes	0	0
Two-handed Axes	0	0
One-Handed Mace & Hammers	0	0
Two-Handed Mace & Hammers	0	0
Pole-Arms	0	0
Daggers	20	20
Bows	0	0
Crossbows	0	0

Equipment Slot	Equipment Name & Rarity	Protection & Damage	Enchantment Effects
Head	None	N/A	N/A
Shoulders	None	N/A	N/A
Cape	None	N/A	N/A
Chest	Tattered Linin Tunic	o	None
Belt	Rope	o	None
Legs	Old Linin Pants	o	None
Feet	Worn-out Shoes	o	None
Wrists	None	N/A	N/A
Hands	None	N/A	N/A
Ring 1	None	N/A	N/A
Ring 2	None	N/A	N/A
Trinket 1	None	N/A	N/A
Trinket 2	None	N/A	N/A
On-hand	Iron Short-Sword	8-14 DMG	None
Off-hand	Herbalist's Sickle	3-7 DMG	N/A
Back	None	N/A	N/A

Arcane Knowledge
None. Thought after a chance meeting with a magically intune and powerful Druid, and speaking to several people. She has an understanding that she has some possible latent aptitude towards the Arts. But she doesn't really believe in herself that it's anything but a fluke.

Herbalism Knowledge
Peacebloom - Yellow seeds, purple flowers. Can be used to create recovery elixirs.
Earth-Root - Tough, beige root. Grinds into a thick treacle like paste that imbues someone with strength
Briar Thorns - Hard green shell covered in spines. The spines and the watery tendons grins into a juice, when thickened it can increase a persons perception

Last Edit: Jun 16, 2017 23:22:36 GMT by edelweiss

edelweiss New Member Posts: 6	Squire Marcella Soothesinger Jun 12, 2017 20:25:41 GMT Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by edelweiss on Jun 12, 2017 20:25:41 GMT Kinda new to this, saw some friends playing. Is it possible for young humans to be effected by an Ashen effect, or is it always through age? I also kinda remember playing on the older server
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Madcombat Founder Posts: 943	Squire Marcella Soothesinger Jun 12, 2017 21:42:35 GMT Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Madcombat on Jun 12, 2017 21:42:35 GMT It is possible. Accepted.

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Squire Marcella Soothesinger Jun 13, 2017 0:53:17 GMT

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Post by edelweiss on Jun 13, 2017 0:53:17 GMT

Day One Events:

Marcella (Level 1 Herbalist) Watches Nande(Level 2 Herbalist) make a slew of potions while asking about them.
**Marcella Soothesinger followed with interest, her hands behind her back as she walked.

**Doctor Nande Salaren sits down, "Okay!"

**Doctor Nande Salaren sets all of her flowers into the mortar and grinds them up with the pestle into a wet paste.

**Marcella Soothesinger looked over her shoulder with a curious gaze "O...Oh, thats a M-mortar and pestle, I believe!"

**Doctor Nande Salaren shows her the paste, "Correct, and this is probably the salve you're familiar with."

**Marcella Soothesinger nods her head. "Thats right. I'd heard of potions briefly. But our water was stagnent. Father said never drink water that's not rushing. So we couldn't make them."

**Doctor Nande Salaren nods, "I like to heat my water before mixing." she says, motioning to a small pot that's over a small indoor fire. She takes the paste and splits it into even amounts, before placing the paste into vials. She then (with the aid of a funnel) pours the hot water into the vials. She corks them, and shakes them. The water turns into a bright clear pink, "Simple as that, Marcella."

Marcella Soothesinger says "So...I get clean water...and heat it over the fire, and add it to the paste? That's it?"

Doctor Nande Salaren says "Oh, one more thing."

**Doctor Nande Salaren takes out a small pouch of powder, and uncorks the vials, putting some of the powder in. "I like to add sugar, makes it go down easy."

**Doctor Nande Salaren recorks and stands.

Marcella Cleans Out the Tavern after having her injuries healed, seeing how far she can take her recovering body with menial chores
**Marcella Soothesinger moved to the corner of the spare rooms. Taking the broom in her hands, running up and down the shaft as she purchases a grip, she gives a few testing sweeps, the sound of thin dried branches running against the upper floor.

**Marcella Soothesinger bends over the Balcony. "I don't mean to intterupt your conversation. But are the rooms in use, I can clean them as well, if you wish.

**Marcella Soothesinger sighed, moving in towards the room, still humming to herself

**Marcella Soothesinger stepped in, pulling at the bedding to straighten it out, tooking the woven fabrics between the frame to keep it taut and secured.

**Marcella Soothesinger stepped back, squatting down and running the whicker broom under the bed, lifting up and down and twisting to remove stuck in cobwebs, sweeping back towards herself, drawing muck and dust towards herself.

**Marcella Soothesinger continued to move right, bringing the dirt out from the bed as she presses it into a neat pile, sweeping it to the left of herself, she brings it to the corner of the room in several long motions.

**Marcella Soothesinger steps forward, moving to the very corner of the room, she strokes the brush back to herself, in a trance as she worked she began singing softly to herself.

**Marcella Soothesinger twists the brush back and forth as she worked, leaving a small pile infront of the door, stepping forward again, she starts sweeping motions pushing away from her, kicking small clouds towards herself.

**Marcella Soothesinger steps out from the room, bringing the dust into the corridor, pusing it forward towards the entrance of the next room.

Marcella Soothesinger says "Have your guests left, Miss Nande?"

Doctor Nande Salaren says "Yes Marcella, went mining."

Marcella Soothesinger says "I see."

**Marcella Soothesinger continued her work, moving into the next room.

**Marcella Soothesinger sighs, looking at the window, lifting the brush up she runs it around the frame work, collecting a small web onto the wickers,, sweeping in a rough downard motion to rip them from the walls.

**Marcella Soothesinger brings the webs and dust from the frame towards her feet. Twirling on the spot,she begins to bring dust from the corner of the room back towards herself and the door.

**Marcella Soothesinger pushed the dirt into the doorway once again, this pile building up. She coughed as her breath clouds with grime.

**Marcella Soothesinger turns back, getting to her knees, bringing the dirt and who knows what else from under the bed,

**Marcella Soothesinger smiles, looking at the state of the room and the large pile of dust. pushing away from herself, she trails it onto the balcony.

**Marcella Soothesinger steps back towards the doorway. The edges of the dust being pushed along, keeping it clean as that pile of dust balances precariously on the edge of the balcony.

**Marcella Soothesinger turns to jog down the stairs, turning to look up at the balcony.

Marcella Soothesinger says "If I push it from here..."

**Marcella Soothesinger turns back to go up the stairs lifting the broom so the wickers rest above her knees.

**Marcella Soothesinger brings the pile infront of herself and then finally pushes the dust down to the floor, her push is quick, yet pushed hard, letting the clumped dust drops to the ground below.

**Marcella Soothesinger jogs backs down quickly, looking at the now scatted pile. She steps through it, going to the table she now covered.

**Marcella Soothesinger makes drawing motions back to herself the table beginning to be cleared of food stuffs and dirty, smiling as the Baron begins to pass her, she bows and bends her knee to him politely before moving to the next.

**Marcella Soothesinger steps along. She nods her head "I'm nearly done, miss." As she quickly sweeps the crap along.

**Marcella Soothesinger steps on dainty, yet hurried feet, her arms working quicker now, breathing picking up as she finishes her work, pushing a sieable clump of dust, food stuffs, cobwebs and dity towards the doorway "E-Excuse me Ma'am, I don't wish to sully your clothes!"

**Marcella Soothesinger stops, keeping her brush forward as a Guard, keeping the pile from escaping or moving towards her Sires.

....

**Marcella Soothesinger would finish her duty, pushing the dirt cloud out onto the grass and roads.

END OF DAY ONE

Last Edit: Jun 13, 2017 2:47:33 GMT by edelweiss

Madcombat Founder Posts: 943	Squire Marcella Soothesinger Jun 13, 2017 23:36:55 GMT Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Madcombat on Jun 13, 2017 23:36:55 GMT Nice logs, keep it up.

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Squire Marcella Soothesinger Jun 14, 2017 15:54:24 GMT

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DAY 2 EVENTS

Training with Nande
**Doctor Nande Salaren is brandishing a stick of appropriate spear size.

**Marcella Soothesinger followed back, having gotten a length from the tree, it was quite long, thinning at it got to the top. About polearm in length. She lifts her hand to the top of the stick, snapping a section off, limiting her reach, though mimicing the effect of dagger and sword.

**Marcella Soothesinger just had a polite and kind smile about her, with her outward meek appearence, it was almost comical that she could hold something, anything in a threatening manner.

**Doctor Nande Salaren nods and takes a step back, pointing the "spear" at Marcella. "Hit my spear out of the way, then stab me." she demands.

**Marcella Soothesinger nods her head. She stepped forward on her right leg, planting it in the ground, the leg was bent, lowering her body slightly, but also pushing her a little closer to the woman. Readying herself in a fighting stance. The longer stick pointed towards he woman, he left hand which clutched her 'dagger' was off to her side lightly, though the blade pointed upwards, covering a fraction of her ribs.

**Marcella Soothesinger pushed off her right leg, straightening and making a small hop towards her, sliding against the dirt . She twisted her wrist a little, bringing the arc of the sword at an angle. She'd attempt both motions at once. With the shortsword coming inwards of the spear, pushing at the shaft, if able to, this would glide the stick down against the 'spear', slapping one of her hands or arms that held it.

**Doctor Nande Salaren lets it happen. After she gets slapped she nods, "Okay interesting tactic. I'd have gone for a swipe-the-spear-away-with-sword and stab-with-dagger maneuver, but slicing hands is effective in it's own way." and she raises her spear with two hands as if to strike downward onto Marcella's head, "Go ahead and block this."

**Marcella Soothesinger would try to step forward into the blow, lifting her arm up, the blade turned again, if a real sword the cross guard would no longer be in the way. As the spear comes down she angles off the sword, The tip would cross from left to right of the spear. Her arm buckles a little however, not the strongest girl, but she perserves. Hopefully the blow wod ride down the sword and lose some of it's bite, and then the spear shaft would fall down her arm, uncomfortable yes, but undamaging no.

**If she did block, she'd continue stepping forward with her momentum, and the woman would be on the receiving end of a bit of harmless twig being thrust towards her floating ribs.

**Doctor Nande Salaren is blocked and stabbed. "Good move!" she says. "But this time I'm gonna move." she says, taking a couple of steps back and resetting her stance. "Oh and I'm going to *try* to hit you." she smiles.

**Marcella Soothesinger nods her head, a breathing a little laboured, her eyes widen out of subconcious, primal fear. Stinging memories of the last week driving to the forefront. A rasping cough. "Al-Alright, I feel like I'm going to learn what it's like to be hit again."

**Doctor Nande Salaren uses her "spear" like a glaive and uses her stick to make wide swipe at Marcella's legs. She is probably around 6 feet away, a considerable distance, thanks to her height and spear length.

**Marcella Soothesinger had kept her bent leg posture, slowly her body wobbled between standing almost straight and the leg crouched like a lunge. The woman's lithe body, time sprinting through the forests and her eventual escape had honed her somewhat. As the Galive swept for her front leg she tried to bring her right foot up as she pushed off the bent leg. Her stand wobbled, not used to the shifting weights.

*Bit of LOOC on stats*
[LOOC] Marcella Soothesinger: 10 Dex, one Acrobatics.
[LOOC] Doctor Nande Salaren: 1 acro is impressive tbh
[LOOC] Doctor Nande Salaren: that's 1 more acro than most people
[LOOC] Yoriik Meyqalos: Meh, people don't really use acrobatics for much.
[LOOC] Doctor Nande Salaren: so is your move trying to lift your leg so my glaive goes under? because I feel like I'd just hit your other leg again.
[LOOC] Yoriik Meyqalos: Athletics is the way to go.
[LOOC] Marcella Soothesinger: depends on how long the glaive if. She's using a fencing esque stance. Right leg is bent so she can lean in closer, It'd depend on if you were trying to sweep both feet or just one
[LOOC] Marcella Soothesinger: but the left one is behind the other.
[LOOC] Doctor Nande Salaren: I suppose the blade of the glaive is only going to be at most a foot long, if I missed on leg and the other isn't particularly close I'd not end up hitting it.
[LOOC] Marcella Soothesinger: Then it goes under, but as said she's not used to fighting or the motions because she's untrained, so while she dodges that one, she's not in a position to try and counter
[LOOC] Doctor Nande Salaren: more than fair, thank you for clarifying
[LOOC] Marcella Soothesinger: thats fine

**Doctor Nande Salaren smiles at the dodge and takes the moment of Marcella being off-balanced to make a rush to shove her. If this were real, she'd go shoulder first, but because she wishes to preserve Marcella's health, she advances and pushes with her elbow instead.

**Marcella Soothesinger yelped out, as the woman approached. Her strike hit true, pushing at the centre at her chest as her feet being to reel. Though as she falls back she lets her body swing out in backlash. She stumbles and swings her left arm up, the twiggy dagger coming in an arc. It wasn't precise, it was messy and wild, and more of a detterent to being followed up on. Most likely it would bend and flexy harmlessly on her clothes, in real combat it'd only rip them and cause a superficial wound, the twiggy point being thrust gorily under the jaw.

**Doctor Nande Salaren is poked but ignores the small annoyance of the dagger-twig scratching her, and opts to point her spear down at Marcella, standing over her like a triumphant gladiator. "You did knick me," she says, looking down at Marcella still.

*Bit more LOOC on stats*
[LOOC] Marcella Soothesinger: no, I'm 12 strength, 12 resistance, 13intelligence and 15 willpower
[LOOC] Marcella Soothesinger: everything else is 10
[LOOC] Doctor Nande Salaren: you have more str and some resistance, we can say you didn't fall
[LOOC] Marcella Soothesinger: alright then. no fall then
[LOOC] Doctor Nande Salaren: so I push you and aim my spear at you and admit you hit me but my pose suggests we are stil lsparring
[LOOC] Marcella Soothesinger: sure.
[LOOC] Marcella Soothesinger: couldyou re-do the /me, so I can shove it into logs later?

**Doctor Nande Salaren is poked but ignores the small annoyance of the dagger-twig scratching her, and trains her spear at Marcella who's now another few feet away. "You did knick me," she says, looking down at Marcella still.

**Marcella Soothesinger sighs, panting roughly as her shoulders remained collapsed as she took more of an orthodox boxing stance, her 'shortsword' covering her chest and neck, while her dager obscured her gut. He feet shuffle forward, returning to her original stance from a distance away, eyes focusing on the 'point' towards her. Quite and composed. She hadn't noticed the Beastkin yet.

**Doctor Nande Salaren pulls her arms back, as if readying to thrust her spear into Marcella, and then she stabs forward toward her uppre torso- but at the last second she raises her right arm (the arm on the back of the spear) and changes the direction of the spear to go for the gut as opposed to the breast, hoping to feign and trick Marcella into blocking in a different direction.

**Marcella Soothesinger kept her blades covering her body from her fencing stance, though tightly wrapped like a Boxer. As the thrust came she didn't try to block it, but isntead went for an evasion. Her right foot twisted, throwing her shoulder forward as her left foot moved right, to be alligned with her front foot, twisted herself off to the side as she attempted to shove and guide the spear with her 'shortsword' so it slid effortlessly through the air. Though the movement to her gut meant that the shove meant little. Her arm locking to stop herself as she reared back for the push. With her Dagger she provided only the briefest of motions she had time to, clinking off the 'spear' tip to wobble and mis-align her strike a minute amount. But it was just a bendy twig, so it fails. Scraping along her side. If it was a real weapon the woman would now have quite the nasty wound. Definitely not superficial, but probably not life threatening if treated post-haste. As momentum carries Nande's spear strike to completion she would-

**attempt to grab at the shaft, considering her Dagger Twig was now broken.

**Doctor Nande Salaren lets go of her spear, hoping it'll confuse Marcella to be holding a spear backwards, and attempts a grapple. She lunges forward with her arms outstretched, and attempts to grab Marcella's arms/wrist area to immobilize her striking, and also attempts to push her back and trip her.

**Marcella Soothesinger didn't allow the motion to end, following up from her grab, as soon as she held onto it it was wrapped under armpit for stability...of course that was if she was holding it. Instead it wobbles without guidance of another two arms. As the woman begins to close the gap, she curdely turns her bodies, using hips and lumbar to turn her body, swinging at an arc at her waist as a ward to stop her approaching.

**Doctor Nande Salaren is hit with her spear shaft and realizes how vulnerable she is, Marcella likely about to swipe her down with her sword. She backs up immediately, "I forfeit, you have the upper hand, I'd rather spare getting slapped." she admits.

**Marcella Soothesinger smiled, she bows her head politely, her knee bent, though as she moves forward to Curtsey she groans, hand rubbing at her struck side. Mouth hanging agape for a moment before standing up. "O-OKay." She said with tired breathing, her body hunches over as her lungs release, panting for air. "Thank you for your time, Miss Nande."

Foraging for Herbs with Nande and Emily
**Marcella Soothesinger crouched down through the undergrowth around the tree, digging muddy knees into the ground, she peeledback ferns and leaves as she gets to the base root of the tree. A gentle hum to herself as she does.

**Marcella Soothesinger peels back the flowers and shrubs, noticing a dim puple flower, aching through the rough matter to get past the grasp of the ferns and into the light.

**Marcella Soothesinger looks over the flowers, bringing her nose to them, a sweet, yet fresh scent, bringing her sickle point to one she removes a small pod, moving it to her lips, biting it and revealing a bitter, numbing yet soothing taste, looking to the side she spits.

Doctor Nande Salaren says "That's what it's all about. Now let me show you how potions are made."

Doctor Nande Salaren says "As long as Marcella is done."

**Marcella Soothesinger pulls the sickle to the plant stems, she pushes it against the back of the blade, rolling the stem carefully so it rolled around, leaving a slight stalk for it to gether and remain whole on. The flower remaining pristine and uncut.

**Marcella Soothesinger lifts it out carefully, moving to her satchel, It was quite boxy, made of wood and whickers it seems, it wound flex or bow, giving her a selection of small sorage areas that would remain taut, she places the flowers within it.

**Marcella Soothesinger lowers the sickle down, cleanly slicing the remainder of the stems, cutting it back to the main stalk. Afterwards she uses the blade to hack at the weeds and ferns surrounding the plant, while once giving it a natural cover, she did so so that it may receive more light and regrow, she begins to stand.

Marcella Soothesinger says "I found a small plant with the flowers you showed me and Miss Emily"

Doctor Nande Salaren says "That's good, I knew you'd be able to find some just like you used to at home."

Doctor Nande Salaren says "Lets go grind it all up into potions."

**Marcella Soothesinger smiled, showing them the contents of the box satchel, in one component were four 'Peacebloom' flowers.

Potion Crafting. 4 Peacebloom into two minor recovery pots.
**Marcella Soothesinger places the seads onto the within the Mortar, though she worked a little differently. Perhaps from only having meager amounts to work with at home. Using the knife she removed the inner seeds within the Flowers, filling the mortar with a yellow, lumpy dust. But then places it over onto the firepit, her hands resting on the edges of the bowl. The seeds inside begin to toast carefully as she rolls them around, avoiding burning them. The seeds pop, oozing natural oils and liquids from inside of them into the base of the bowl. Pulling off quite quickly. She places it infront of her, looking at the sticky residue. Moving the water back onto the pit.

**Marcella Soothesinger sprinkles the flowers into the bowl, coating them in oil from the seeds. Starting the same process of grinding them down, She went around the bowl slowly, twisting her wrist with each grinding press, pushing the paste down into the bowl each time. Keeping it within the centre. As she does she begins to steadilly add water. Constantly grinding backon herself as the solution was made, becoming a murky mix of light orange and purple as she siwrls it through. it wasn't as well mixed, leaving an almost fanciful pattern in the mixture. Like the Herbalist before, she adds a small amount of sugar to it, leaving the mortar full.

**Marcella Soothesinger finished the process by lining several bottles up, using the funnel. Pouring the mixture between each vial and corking them, placing them with the rest of the potions made today.

Last Edit: Jun 14, 2017 19:13:30 GMT by edelweiss

Madcombat Founder Posts: 943	Squire Marcella Soothesinger Jun 14, 2017 19:39:55 GMT Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Madcombat on Jun 14, 2017 19:39:55 GMT +1 Handed
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Squire Marcella Soothesinger Jun 16, 2017 15:54:36 GMT

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DAY 3

Marcella became a Squire under House Drek: Given an Iron Short-Sword
**Marcella Soothesinger nods her head, following the Lord quietly, head lowered.

Baron Vandel Drek says "Forgot to hand this to you yesterday since I was running around."

**Baron Vandel Drek picks up the iron shortsword off the rack and swings it about to test it's authenticity and flexibility under momentum and air resistance before turning back and extending it to Marcella by the handle, "I bestow this upon you.."

**Marcella Soothesinger looks towards him, her mouth dropping wide as she looks at the blade. She seemed chocked, stepping forward to take it graciously. Her right hand forming around the handle as she brings it back, resting the weapon on het left hand. "Are you sure, my lord. Surely you have guards or veterans to give this to...but...th-thank you."

**Marcella Soothesinger stepped back on her right leg, head lower as she knelt while holding it.

Baron Vandel Drek says "There is a coming storm, my dear. I need people with experience to stand with me. And I need you to be strong, I know what you've been through and I also wish to see that you have a means to protect yourself and others from whatever threat is thrown our way."

**Baron Vandel Drek sheathes his own sword before sliding off his current shield from it's uncomfortable position on his cloth bracers and extends it as well to Marcella, "Best to also practice with this too, since you have no armor."

**Marcella Soothesinger looks towards him, looking at the shield "Ah...I have...no skill in such a thing. I've tired. But please, your life means more, My Lord. A sword will be enough."

Baron Vandel Drek says "If you insist. Though I will be smithing another either way. This shield has served me much but with the growing dangers I have been encountering, a wooden shield may not hold back the onslaught of heretics and beasts."

**Baron Vandel Drek sets the wooden shield on the racks and nods his head, "I will be making Nande a knight later this day and I propose to make you my squire. I need people whom I can trust at my side and you Marcella are a bright woman whom I expect great things from. You should not be bound by the chains of serfdom."

**Marcella Soothesinger nods her head. "Either way, My lord. For all purpose I am just a sword for you to point, an extension of your arm. There are hundreds of people...M...My Lord! Are you sure. As I was saying, there are hundreds like me within your ranks, I'm no one special."

**Baron Vandel Drek nods his head, "As my squire you will fit well as an extension of my arm. There may be hundreds in this town but none possess the experience you've had. The compassion you have for others and the courage to stand for your beliefs."

Baron Vandel Drek says "I have felt much the same when I was a peasant not so long ago, I had only gained the title of nobility because of my actions in combat as a warlord for the King and Count."

**Marcella Soothesinger smiled, her head once more to the floor, she brings the sword down to rest on the floor idly. Her left hand relaxed, finger tips touching the floor while her right hand lifted to be placed upon her heart. "Your words do me Honour, My Lord. I once more swear fealty towards you."

**Baron Vandel Drek bows his head down to her as a return of her respect and lifts his hand and motions with it upwards, "Rise, my squire. You will serve well as a loyal servant to me and to Karrack. In due time we will bring honor and security to those in this land. Through compassion and combat will we decide the course of history."

**Marcella Soothesinger began to force herself into a stand, picking the blade up. She moves to her side, the rope belt still fittied with loops, using a Hangman's not to secure and loose, she wraps it around the guard and pulls tightly. Barely securing it in place.

Marcella Soothesinger says "Of course, My lord."

Baron Vandel Drek says "Also, I understand you still suffer some trauma from the losses you sustained before due to the beastmen. Wounds heal in time but I urge you to supress those emotions, harness them into a deep ember and use them in combat."

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger sighs, looking down towards the sword. "I was...unprepared at that time, I wanted to fight, truly, but I was cast to the side, made to try and flee. Beaten...assaulted. I was weak, but I wanted to lash our with rage and anger. It still boils in my skin and blood. Lashing out at anything 'different' because I couldn't make a difference. But under your guidance, I soon will be able to defend people...like the ones of my home."

Baron Vandel Drek says "We'll see to that. For now you may rest and do as you please. I will be constructing a basic training camp for the garrison I am raising for the coming war. Should you need resources or assistance you may ask freely."

Baron Vandel Drek says "But do not forget one thing, you are a noble now but the people of this land are *our* people. They shall not be put in danger and we are to protect them."

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger nods her head. "Of course, I will offer my aid wherever I can...but I will also not forget my duties. The cleaning, rectocking the smithy with wood, making sure the fire is stoked...Honestly, I just find them cathartic.

Baron Vandel Drek says "Your dedication is most appreciated and recognized."

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger smiled, her head still to the ground, though her hand rested on the sword with a smile, keeping it carefully in place.

Baron Vandel Drek says "Your dedication is what brings out the best out of this land, and the people in it. It is also what I admire of you. You'll do fine in your carrer."

Squire Marcella Soothesinger says "Thank you, I'll spread the good name of House Drek in all my Endeavours."

Baron Vandel Drek says "No, thank you."

Baron Vandel Drek says "Anyway I must busy myself with the construction of the training camp."

Marcella carries logs towards the construction site.
**Squire Marcella Soothesinger sighs, crouching down as she looks over the heft black logs, un-prepared yet stacked neatly. She bent her knees and placed her hands against the top piece, pushing at it lightly to shuffle one end of the log to the side, allowing her to purchase a grip. A frown at the weight as she struggles to pull the piece free. Her fingers hook into the Bark and continue to pull, grey stains from the timber highlight the callouses on her worked hands. As the Log slid free she wrapped her arm under it. Tucking one end of the timber under her arm. She collapses around it for strength, bringing her muscles in tightly around the piece. Her left hand works the log back still as she drags it with her feet. Spacing her hand out to the end.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger continued her work as her feet ground tightly into the floor as she powers herself up. Front heavy, the log begins to fall, so she pushes into the floor and pushes the end of the Timber into the wall for grip. Her left hand moves on, sliding down the log as she strains to put force into the un-turned timber. Slowly her feet bite into the ground fully as she walks back slowly, keeping the log in her grasp. She pants starting to walk from the building. Her stance wide, feet spread about and her body hunkered into the log.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger trudged from the storehouse, her body doubled over as her fingers clawed into the clean cut wood. Her hands were wrapped in light fabrics to protect from thistles, they would protect from splinters as well. She walked slowly, her breathing laboured and slightly pained. her back curled from bad posture, but as her steps build, the gravel and dirt giving more purchase then planished and smooth wood. Her back starts to straighten, walking forward with determination despite aching pains starting to burn in her right shoulder and ribs.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger drops the first log unceremoniously on the floor, groaning as she flops back, stepping away from it as she looked around at the in-production training hall. Panting, she brought her sleeve up to rub murk from her brow. She stretched loudly, the sweet relief as he backs cracks and she lets out a happy whine. Fingers pointing to the sky. She relaxes into a slump straight away. Turning to return to the Estate.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger stumbles back into the storehouse. She takes the original position. Kneeling down before the set of logs as she pulls one free with both hands this time, till it stuck out half way. She moves off to the right, placing the log into her right palm as it continued to slip along. As more and more became free, and it could no longer balance off of it's own shape, he left hand moved to support. She lifted up with a rough groan. Gasping as she stumbles back, stopped by the boxes behind her. Spreading her grip out she begins to leave, back straightening.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger sighed, kneeling down carefully as she slowly let her arms rotate down to create a small ramp. The log rolls off, bouncing into the one already place, resting beside it. She falls back, gently rotating the arm in it's socket, breathing laboriously as her eyes turn to look into the sky, watching the birds pass for a moment in an idyllic state. Minutes pass, her beating chest calms to gentle tremors and she pushes herself back up. He right knee muddied from the excursion, but that wasn't all that new to her. She began the walk to the storehouse.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger trudged down the stone road, humming to herself, her arms swaying idly in the wind as she kicks and scuffs stones, rolling them along and towards the grassy edges of the road. He steps are quicker, no longer straind by hefty timber. He speeding picking up just a little as she returns to the building, beginning the process of collecting timber.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger kneels down, the last log from the top row stared menacingly at her. Sighing she moved towards the edge of the wall, her fingers digging in. Bitig against rough wood and cobblestones, she tugs at it like children fighting over toys. Pulling at her back and shoulders. Struggling to move. She relaxes, panting. Looking at her hands as she spits in them. Rubbing them together roughly, the grime and saliva creating a protective layer of murky paste. She returns to clawing at the log, shuffling back on her knees as she struggles to pull the log clear. Panting painfully, hands pressed against the wooden floor. "Gods..."

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger turned to the door. Saving as much strength as she could, she rolls the timber against the floor. letting the log career towards the door before her fingers splay out and she attempts to stop it from falling onto the ground and dirty below. Her right shoulder burns from use, so she switches to her left.She stands the log up onto one hand and hoists it into the air. Her arms wrapped around it in a bear hug, her fingers tucked under her Armpits. Shuffling with her arms, the log's counter-point begins to shift, pivoting precariously to the front of her shoulder. With this, she begins walking.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger drops the log onto the floor with a groan. Unlike the other's it's just thrust from her body, it bounces off the thee two brought over, three pieces of timber piled...somewhat neatly together. She sinks to her knees with a weak groan. Legs scrambling into a sit to catch her breath. Eyes downcast, she's preformed half her duties, but no more. She watches the construction at hand before forcing herself into a stand. Shuffling away lest she becomes a bother

Foraging with Nande - Learning about the roots found. (4 Peacebloom, 2 Briar Thorns, 2 Earth Root)
**Squire Marcella Soothesinger frowns, looking over the plant. She grumbles slightly.Spotting a peacebloom plant, it ws wizened and old, dying, but the flowers still Survived. She curiously looked over them.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger brought her sickle in, taking the flowers in her fingers, the sickle rubs against the died stems, snapping off. She places them into her box satchel, before huffing . She wraps her hand around the dead plant, starting to pull at it, however she struggles.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger groans, digging the sickle into the ground. Starting to pry the dead plant out, tossing it out. She exposes several thickets and roots.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger sighs quietly. Lifting her finger to her nose, spreading dirt to it. "Hmmm, what si this." She says, sliding the sickle under the thorny roots, cutting at them.

**She hisses, looking at pricked fingers, blood dribbling off, is seem's she'd found some 'Briar Thorns'. Dropping them into a seperate pouch. However it comes with something else, she doesnt realise.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger get's to her feet, her foot caught in something, another set of thick roots from the tree, As she pulls and tugs with her ffet, they begin to uproot.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger crouches back down, cutting them free, one large chunk to free her foot. Deciding to take it with her.

...
Squire Marcella Soothesinger says "Sure, before we go, could you identify some roots for me?"

**Doctor Nande Salaren nods, "Of course."

Squire Marcella Soothesinger says "I'd hate to grind things down and find it to be useless."

**Doctor Nande Salaren nods.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger turns, walking back towards the Apothercarium...or whatever we'd call it. Yee Old Health building. Her hands behind her back,

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger steps over, moving to the mortar to make it easier to see, placing her box satchel on the side she unfastens the clips, from within it, she pulls the first two, carefully.

**The root was in one large chunk, rather than two seperate pieces.

Doctor Nande Salaren says "This is a wonderful root, called Earth Root. It's magic is that it makes you stronger. You grind it up the same as the others, although this one looks oddly large."

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger nods her head. "So I shouldn't need to find another piece, great."

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger leaves the root on the table, but then grumbles, carefully sticking her hand in the satchel, taking another root, hissing as the pricks her fingers on the pieces.

**Doctor Nande Salaren giggles, "Be careful, briar thorn *is* prickly. It heightens your senses, increases your perception. Great to have a potion on you for when you enter a dungeon and want to check for traps. I give it to Emily, she's already great at seeing things."

Squire Marcella Soothesinger says "Oh, so perhaps I should give it as my gift, in return for them aiding me in how to read? I was told they run classes."

**Doctor Nande Salaren shrugs, "They do, and that would be a great gesture. It's up to you."

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger smiled, nodding her head. "I See, well. I was planning on it anyway."

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger leans in to take the roots and place them back within their small containing pieces. "Thank you, Miss Nande, I'll get to work right away.

Potion Creation
**Squire Marcella Soothesinger cracks her fingers idly. placing the Earth-Root upon the table, onto a cutting mat, the thick root was placed onto a piece of granite or slate. Using a sharp knife she begins to cut the large root carefully, beginning to form it into small circular slices. As she does this she places tinder in the small firepit, beginning to heat and boil water.She pushes the slices of root together before scooping them to her hands, dropping them inside of the Mortar.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger sighs as her hand lifts to cover a yawn.Grabbing the pestle she starts to grind down the thick root, thinning out the circles into thin wafers that grind and rip apart within the Mortar, oils and and sap staining the edge of the bowl. The pestle continues to spin through, grinding these shreds into paste.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger starts to slowly add water, humming lightly to herself as she does, combining the mixture in on itself, she causing the elixter to whirl through and around inside the mortar, a smooth, beige liquid. It as the water cooled it began to thicken, causing her to add a little more water to the mixture. Grumbling she takes a large vial to accomodate the slight differfence. She used a wooden scraper, rather than a funnel to let it 'plop' in. Putting in the stopper, she shakes it violently.
...

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger simply points to the pot, sitting at the edge of the table by the window, as she begins prepping her next batch of ingredients. Two briar thorn strips.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger sighed, stopping a yawn as she took the Thorns. using her knife she begins to remothe the thistles carefully, tossing them into the mortar.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger uses the knife to remove the pulp from inside the thorn, moving the juicy, water and sap filled plant tendons into the mortar, discarding the shells.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger grinds the mixture down quite easilly, it creates a thin watery paste that she mixes with the water, she adds it slowly, realising that the effect was too watery.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger ponders for a moment before getting up, looking around she finds something useful. Flour. Adding a small amount of flower in she grinds and mixes vigorously, adding the flower in slowly to thicken the mixture to that of the usual Elixers.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger would be able to use the funnel now, lifting the mortar to the funnel and starting to pour into a standard Vial.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger pushes it aside. Completing her first 'Perception Booster' Elixer, a happy smile on her face as she switches the equipment around. Using a cloth she cleans out the inside of the mortar to begin anew.
...

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger uses her knife to seperate out the seeds and flowers of the peacebloom, placing them in the bottom of the Mortar, with a splash of water she begins a quick grind, turning them into a bulky paste and keeping the Pollen within the mixture.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger then tosses the flowers into it, beginning the usual grinding process, sighing quietly as she forces the mix in on itself to combine in this paste form.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger rolled her shoulder. Crushing the paste together untill the colour changed, she then began to add water, topping up the Mortar almost to the brim.

**Squire Marcella Soothesinger continues to work, using the reliable funnel, she tops two additional pots full to the brim. Placing the Stoppers upon them, she gives them a shake.

Not too Happy with my RP for the last set of potions, I was starting to get tired and people kept coming to say hello while she was Working IC. But that's how it goes

DAY 3 END

Last Edit: Jun 16, 2017 23:16:49 GMT by edelweiss

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