Jancis

Peek-a-fel!

Jancis being a part of the Coral Sea could hear about it and be of assistance. Also she knows Oscare and would always answer his call for help, if he can make it. One healer on standby!

Oh fun! The player-made servers from the NWN platform were fantastic. I particularly played on one that was based on Tolkien's Middle Earth (in fact it was called RoME Return to Middle Earth) for a few years. It was very creative and had a great player base. I think most of the people I run into in character have that same quality in this game which is really refreshing. Welcome aboard!

It works by the heroes being too horrified by the zombies trying to be sexy to attack properly. :B Ooooohhhhhh....got ya! Makes sense now. Worked on Jancis. :blush: Hilarious and entertaining. Sad I got caught up with the whole roll and initiative system at the time I had to go back to really enjoy who was biting who or getting bludgeoned with what shield.

The time Berrod did it in, well his own bar, was pretty funny where Jancis' "other half" got pissed off at Berrod's girly comment. Most of the time such comments are pretty funny and having a light touch really helps keep the line out of the creepy zone. Catcalls = entertaining.

*nose bleed* *perish* NSFW! Calm thyself! By the Twelve! See this is what I picture right here...

Isn't there also a whole guild of alchemists in the city? Creep factor indicator is registering a little high.:cry:

Just skimming the posts and brain storming I was curious if any healing role play was occurring for the aftermath of the poison. To help those once the situation was realized for whatever victims there would be, and reducing the numbers that would have been lost.

Jancis stared at her own letter long enough, her lips pursed up. Cici knew her far too well: she knew Alveo would be beyond concern, she knew the conjurer would provide little help, she knew exactly what to say. And Jancis knew she was right. She held back a sigh, keeping her braver face for Sir Castille's sake; she had said something similar to the knight herself so how could she complain being told the same in turn? "Of course I do not mind," she replied quietly. Out of basic hearing distance now from Crofte, and being told to leave as it was would not compromise the lady knight's position, Jancis began healing Sir Castille. She lost track of time as she worked through the words, regenerating the damaged frostbitten flesh on his extremities and doing what she could for the trauma his body experienced. Even though the worst of the damage had been partially repaired, it was obvious a lesser man would have perished or not been able to stand in the state the knight had been in. Jancis completed her work and leaned against the wall, exhausted from the task. "Pray take care of yourself."

Jancis' eyes grew wide, his tone giving her more than the actual words. It was enough to make her eyes shine in un-shed tears as sympathy flooded her mind. Apparently the only thing bigger than the man was the burdens placed upon his heart. It made her stand up, suddenly and awkwardly, so she was now the taller of the two. Placing her hand on his broken armor she gave him a shake, standing close enough should he need to lean on someone he was welcome to. "Then there is not for us to know. The Twelve provide us each a path to follow and it seems yours are not fated to cross today." "I know little of the Jewel," she confessed referring to the city of Ul'dah, "but I know something is amiss and it needs defenders. May chance you will have to tend to it and yourself first, Sir, before her. I dare say she would admit to the same were the situation reversed. You evoke the same mannerisms and fondness of her within me; so if my guess is off, do not hesitate to say so."

"I dare say that is what I should be thanking you for." she commented. "She has built up the trust of enemies and friends alike, I believe, and they will come out into the Sun before the night comes. Though, forgive me Sir Castille, my concern for you grows in like." Pursing her lips, she murmured another apology for talking to the knight so bluntly. "I know not what you will do."

Jancis leaned against the wall, partly dozing after the long night. The quiet sound of absent slurps, spoon clatters, and time together was strangely soothing. Despite the dire situation the moment was like the calm in the storm where the objective was simple and attainable. It was frustrating, as a caregiver this was the only care she could truly give? Her thoughts wandered aimlessly until she heard paper rustle and the sound of writing, particularly Sir Castille's awkward scratchings, and she became more aware as Cici started to break down. Jancis looked over, concern unhidden in her eyes as she sat there in silence. "I think... I would like to be alone for a time." "Alright." Jancis felt her side of the bed get closer to the floor as the large knight stood up. Standing, she silently followed him. There wasn't much in the hallway. The occasional sound came from the kitchen and Jancis was glad the blood was gone from the wall. She mimicked Sir Castille, sitting down on her feet, a tiny molehill in comparison to him, and looked up. Taking a deep calming breath she sat for a minute before confessing in her normal voice, "I have never seen such hatred before. Such a willingness to cause pain. I try to understand it, but nothing comes to me. Thaliak never felt so far away before."

Jancis sat up again in the inn at Drybone. It was difficult to sleep. The first night she didn't. It was a lot to take in and she was overwhelmed by the complication of it. Her dear friend was right there, yet she was helpless to solve the dilemma. The situation was beyond her ability to handle; what little Jancis learned of Lady Crofte's work made her feel all the more guilty for not assisting with. The conjurer greedily took up every chance she ran into to help, even in the smallest of tasks, to take whatever burden she could off the knight's shoulders. Too bad she couldn't take the burden off Cici's neck. There was hope. The knight, the medic (who decided it was okay to damage his own hand), and the other soldier had good news when they arrived. At least potential good news. The first day without word was tough to take and it was difficult to not wait endlessly. Jancis had a tough task of trying to find distractions. Luckily, they managed to get Sir Castille, somehow, which made a huge difference in Cici's demeanor. While Jancis had innocently tried to avoid being too nice, she realized that the two knights gave each other hope. The two peers unwittingly challenged one another to the point that they inspired themselves to not disappoint the other. It was heartwarming. Jancis took a deep breath. She had to sleep. Picking up one of the papers she started writing. Putting her thoughts and feelings onto paper at least gave her an outlet. As she wrote, she began to doze off. The words blurred together... .. and then on a half written letter she fell asleep.

Le Blush! It all fell together thanks to the reckless antics they caused themselves. Crazy highlanders. Honestly... (besides of Jancis tried to nurse another man to health too much she'd be in a world of trouble x_x)

Jancis chewed thoughtfully on her sandwich. It was tasty, the kind of flavor that was both comforting and motivating, in fact it was the kind of sandwich to take up multiple paragraphs full of emotions to only gloss over the power of such a delicatessen. Out of the corner of her eye she realized she was being looked at. Jancis looked over, her eyes wide in confusion after taking an awkwardly large bite from the sandwich, unable to stop the large chewing motion required to process the consumed food. Squinting and swallowing with all due haste, she nodded in agreement. "Oh, ah," she paused, getting her voice correct, "Aye mi'lord. Tis enough for both." Reaching over she grabbed the other sandwich and the bag of little chocolates. She put both on Cici's lap one at a time. "Share then. Ye both be needin' it, ye do." Giving them both a nurse-like look, she mouthed the word "Please" dramatically.

Jancis didn't really bother with his meek attempt at self preservation. Potions indeed. Had she not the need to keep quiet she would call upon the Elements to do more for Sir Castille, but with Cici in such dire circumstances keeping up the droll tone of a clueless inn maid was all the conjurer could do. She murmured apologizes as she worked on his hands, deftly replacing the bandages. At least her hands were warm and sapping the cold from his. Using up the entire contents of the small tin she slathered his hands in a cream that would warm and stay that way. As she re-bandaged his hands she padded his fingers so they would not touch one another and heal; a bit awkward as the cushion provided kept his hands spaced apart and hard to use. She spoke awkwardly as she worked. "Stone soup be good for t' soul, aye. Made from real stones, ye know. Tis a story... oh a darker time. When all 'ope was lost. A man he came ta town, bold fella was he, an' he said to ta people brin' what ye have ta the square. So the people, they did! And what a soup it be, made just out of stones da town thought. But litt' did all 'em realize that what was in dere was all of 'em workin' together ta feed the whole town! Each o' 'em pitchin' in. Such a truth I say! Ta stones were nothin' but da hope. So we keep on makin' stone soup, less we be forgettin' that we ain't alone. Less we be losin' hope." Finished, she motioned to the mug Crofte held. In it was a spoon and chunks of vegetables were easily visible. Stone Soup as the locals called it. It was too chunky to just sip for long and would definitely need the spoon. It was enough for a large man, but with the bandage job it would be difficult for him alone. "Aye tha' be for 'im, mi'lady." Jancis scooted in front of Crofte, sitting and wedging herself, forcing the lady knight to move back towards Sir Castille as the smaller woman took the spot against the wall. Picking up one of the sandwiches she brought for herself, she focused her gaze on it. "Eat it all, ye hear? Hopin' ye don't mind help."

Jancis paused on her way back to the inn. There was no mistaking the lumbering hulk despite his tattered appearance. Sir Castille, the mountain of justice himself, going straight for the inn. She stared as he walked across the plaza, taking in what she could see of his form. Twelve's Grace, he looks far worse than before. She took a deep calming breath and headed back to the tavern for one more thing... ~~~~ "I'm sure of it." Jancis turned the corner and quietly walked into the room where both knights were; she used the back of her heel to partially close the door since her arms were laden with supplies and one hand in particular gripping a large steaming mug. She was not overly polite, more to-the-point (though she did bow her head to Sir Castille) and handed the mug to Crofte before unburdening herself of everything else on the end table. Among the items was a small tin of salve and fresh bandages. Taking them, Jancis went in front of the large paladin, giving him an empathetic look. Glancing over at Cici's neck and that blasted collar, Jancis awkwardly spoke. "Oh aye, mi'lord, ye know what's better than a swordarm? A swordhand! And ye's don't be fittin' no sword." Holding her palm out, she made a beckoning motion to his hands, hoping he would offer them to her.

Jancis wandered around the desert town. Considering this town was the center for the graveyard above, the majority of people outside of the locals were quiet mournful souls and she fit right in with them. Luckily the tavern was equipped for these kind of travelers and had an assortment of comforting foods available. In particular Jancis has purchased some little white chocolate candies, along with some fruit and sandwiches, though she was unsure if anyone had much of an appetite. Alveo had given her some extra gil before leaving, his expression more stern than usual, though he mumbled that he would not be far. He had been furious that Jancis got herself involved with desert woes even though she knew he was only doing it out of concern. She had spent all that gil on parchment and writing utensils, making one merchant exceedingly happy she had emptied his stock. Standing out in the town square Jancis scanned the area. She was making sure to remember every face she had a chance to stare at, which she did without remorse. Every since last night she was critical of everyone, giving the other three men a hard time before finally relenting and allowing them to see Cici. Whomever put the lady knight in this state could not be too far away and any details could be important later. Plus, this gave Cici a short chance to have a bit of time alone. Pursing her lips together, Jancis didn't let these thoughts get to her too much. She couldn't, now wasn't the time to give in to over thinking. "Thaliak knows." she said out loud.

Le Gasp! What have I done! Being right has so many burdens... ... please someone go north and use their personal aether to heal Warren and bring him back safely. :chocobo:

From a real life standpoint you can always add in different elements to cause a reaction for another color. Or it can be a coating over the true blade to not compromise the strength of the blade itself. Renn Faire Blacksmith demonstration for the win!

No, you don't care. Then again you either: a) Are told how to do it proper and listen to that advice. b) Get "found" for such innate ability and given a scholarship, ergo start doing it right. c) Die a short time later. Or long time later. Overall, I am really confused why the whole concept of using one's own aether is some big secret. I get that it was hyped up for the quest, but in practice it doesn't make sense to not have that common knowledge. We also have an universal spoiler that our characters typically live through anything, making them heroes to some extent or at least damn lucky. So yes, you the poor kid from the refugee group healing people from whatever you managed to figure out on your own would likely be found and 'saved' and survive. I mean it's as likely as a highlander not trained in arctic conditions to go out on a search by himself and then get lost in the frozen tundra and surviving somehow after hours of being exposed to the elements. Lalalalala elements...

That makes a lot of sense. Honestly I see most of the people who use that as their reason is because they're trying to be special. I haven't pictured people who were not trained properly to either know enough to have their poor usage pose as a health factor; if it did I kind of imagine that it would be brought to light by other conjurers before it got out of hand. Considering how early on it shows up on the conjurer quest line I took it as a basic training that any book for "home-schooled" or "self-taught" conjurers to have easy access to. It wouldn't be a big secret beyond the weird hermit girl with her young mother that was herself a hermit and ended up killing herself leaving her daughter confused and sad about the world in her own twisted perspective. That's all. While the Conjurer Guild wouldn't have propaganda that "CONJURING KILLS!" they might have a calmer banner that "Conjuring: Is it for You. The Things You Need to Know." Also I've never met an airship pilot. Le Sad... but Yo Ho and a bottle of Rum to the pirates! As long as you're having fun you're winning the game. :lol:

Sadly most of the other conjurers I've met have the same 'magic' style where they don't do it properly. It really just seems like copying the 'unique' story they game made to make a quest-line and makes it overplayed. To be sickly or something in your character could always do something like a family illness or something along the line where every generation or something since this distant relative there's always children who don't make it and your character has found a way to survive, albeit from healing herself and draining her mind from the process which still leaves her in a weak/sickly state. Or she's constantly going out and healing the elderly and sick to the point she's burning the candle at both ends. That doesn't have much to do with the lore, it's just taking what is suppose to be a fluke person for the game to make people skip cut-scenes and regurgitating it. Lore-based, any conjurer would hella know better than to do something so bloody stupid.

Does anyone have one of these I can rest on for awhile?

... Eat a bagel. ... Have that song stuck in my head now.