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<blockquote data-quote="grufflehead" data-source="post: 5046476" data-attributes="member: 35977"><p>'Well' thought Helena, 'whatever have you got yourself into?' </p><p></p><p>Yolanda's condition had been occupying the majority of her waking hours over the past few weeks. A momentary pang of guilt gripped her that while she searched for something that might help her unravel the hellish nightmares the young elven girl was plagued with, the other children who were giving her concern - Rax, the most recent, found wandering naked and bleeding along the dockside three nights past, Horactus the crippled dwarf boy sent to her by the priests of Gond, and poor Lalana, whose childhood illness left her permanently weak and short of breath - were not receiving the attention they deserved.</p><p></p><p>'So many' she thought, 'why do the gods punish the innocent so?'. At least Rax was responding to proper food, and had been found to have no serious injuries, Horactus' spirits were good, and the new poultices the nurses were trying on Lalana appeared to be easing the congestion enough that at least she could walk for a while in the yard with some of the other children.</p><p></p><p>When Helena's own considerable knowledge of remedies had failed to produce any noticeable change in Yolanda, her journey to reach the heart of the malady infesting the girl had taken her first to the great library. Once there she found that so many of the texts had contained descriptions in such archaic tongues that her head had swum trying to make sense of them. A rueful smile crossed her lips when she thought back to the days when she might have been learning her letters, as the children at the orphanage now did under Master Darixes. She had learned all right, learned things she had long since wished she had never been capable of. She still lit her 3 candles each morning, watching them burn low as she prayed for the souls of those sent to the afterlife before their full measure had been used.</p><p></p><p>As her wages were sent, anonymously, back to the orphanage to buy more toys for the younger children, the majority of her modest savings were used to hire a translator to glean nuggets from the repository of elven herb lore which the junior librarian had helpfully suggested. But while the man was good, his hourly charge, plus the cost of the herbal concoctions, had threatened to send her to the poorhouse; and none appeared to be of any greater value than her own infusions.</p><p></p><p>The inspiration, when it had come, was from a most unlikely source. One of the older boys, Rayben if she remembered correctly, had used his allowance to buy a book of his own. When he proudly showed it to her she had chuckled at the thought of him reading lurid tales of ghosts and spirits; and yet, the germ of an idea began to form in her mind. Could the girl be possessed? There was certainly no taint of evil about her, but discussions with some of the priests of Lathander had confirmed there existed creatures for whom the 'possession' was as unnatural as the unfortunate host whose body they found themselves temporarily sharing.</p><p></p><p>With no more hope of comprehending texts on demonology and the like than those on anatomy, she had been forced to consider alternative methods of information gathering. That's when the notice which had been nailed to the tree she passed every day on her way to and from her lodgings, which fluttered so eye-catchingly in the stiff westerly breeze, was torn from its fixing to be plastered to the front of the cloak she pulled tightly round herself. Grasping it as if to throw if to the side, her eyes had alighted on the word 'Paranormal'...</p><p></p><p>Two days later she was sitting in the office of the Magistrate where she was assuring him that, yes, she did have a job, but that if the hours of the 'position' he had just offered her after nearly forty minutes worth of explanation were mostly after the hours of darkness then she should (somehow!) be able to juggle both. The conditions appeared acceptable - after all, what right thinking citizen of Waterdeep would contemplate breaking the string of laws she had been obliged to read through? The extra money would doubtless be welcome, but what had caused her heart to run faster was that not only had Master Lucious recruited a group of 'experts' to which she would be attached - among them wielders of magic both arcane and divine - but that she may witness the very phenomena she hoped to learn more about at first hand. And hopefully, find a way of translating the knowledge she might gain into a cure for her charge.</p><p></p><p>And two days after that she was being shown to a room in this converted townhouse, and given a tour of the building in which she and her new colleagues would wait for the call to say their skills were needed.</p><p></p><p>If the days of her youth were a lifetime away, so were the years she had spent in contemplation and service to Ilmater. The passage of time had been relatively kind to her; she was no longer a young woman, and had lost a little of the grace long hours at the monestary had instilled in her movements. More than few strands of grey were now shot through her hair, but her mind was as sharp as ever, and she felt secure in the knowledge that the little time she had spent each day maintaining the skills which she had depended on in that previous life had been a worthwile investment.</p><p></p><p>Another smile flickered across her lips, as she set the tray on the large beech wood table which dominated what had been set out as the group's meeting room. While there was no kitchen in the building, it hadn't taken much to set up a small fire to heat water, and a trip to the market after the first night of inactivity had yielded a kettle, cups and decent supply of brewing leaves.</p><p></p><p>She recalled the faces of her companions - stout Galivan, wise old Mardan, her dear friend Druthos who had made the ultimate sacrifice - then scanned those of the gathered assembly. Bonds would be forged, friendships made anew in the way they always were among their kind; the kind who sought out adventure. Straightening up she began to set the cups out.</p><p></p><p>'Tea, anyone?'</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="grufflehead, post: 5046476, member: 35977"] 'Well' thought Helena, 'whatever have you got yourself into?' Yolanda's condition had been occupying the majority of her waking hours over the past few weeks. A momentary pang of guilt gripped her that while she searched for something that might help her unravel the hellish nightmares the young elven girl was plagued with, the other children who were giving her concern - Rax, the most recent, found wandering naked and bleeding along the dockside three nights past, Horactus the crippled dwarf boy sent to her by the priests of Gond, and poor Lalana, whose childhood illness left her permanently weak and short of breath - were not receiving the attention they deserved. 'So many' she thought, 'why do the gods punish the innocent so?'. At least Rax was responding to proper food, and had been found to have no serious injuries, Horactus' spirits were good, and the new poultices the nurses were trying on Lalana appeared to be easing the congestion enough that at least she could walk for a while in the yard with some of the other children. When Helena's own considerable knowledge of remedies had failed to produce any noticeable change in Yolanda, her journey to reach the heart of the malady infesting the girl had taken her first to the great library. Once there she found that so many of the texts had contained descriptions in such archaic tongues that her head had swum trying to make sense of them. A rueful smile crossed her lips when she thought back to the days when she might have been learning her letters, as the children at the orphanage now did under Master Darixes. She had learned all right, learned things she had long since wished she had never been capable of. She still lit her 3 candles each morning, watching them burn low as she prayed for the souls of those sent to the afterlife before their full measure had been used. As her wages were sent, anonymously, back to the orphanage to buy more toys for the younger children, the majority of her modest savings were used to hire a translator to glean nuggets from the repository of elven herb lore which the junior librarian had helpfully suggested. But while the man was good, his hourly charge, plus the cost of the herbal concoctions, had threatened to send her to the poorhouse; and none appeared to be of any greater value than her own infusions. The inspiration, when it had come, was from a most unlikely source. One of the older boys, Rayben if she remembered correctly, had used his allowance to buy a book of his own. When he proudly showed it to her she had chuckled at the thought of him reading lurid tales of ghosts and spirits; and yet, the germ of an idea began to form in her mind. Could the girl be possessed? There was certainly no taint of evil about her, but discussions with some of the priests of Lathander had confirmed there existed creatures for whom the 'possession' was as unnatural as the unfortunate host whose body they found themselves temporarily sharing. With no more hope of comprehending texts on demonology and the like than those on anatomy, she had been forced to consider alternative methods of information gathering. That's when the notice which had been nailed to the tree she passed every day on her way to and from her lodgings, which fluttered so eye-catchingly in the stiff westerly breeze, was torn from its fixing to be plastered to the front of the cloak she pulled tightly round herself. Grasping it as if to throw if to the side, her eyes had alighted on the word 'Paranormal'... Two days later she was sitting in the office of the Magistrate where she was assuring him that, yes, she did have a job, but that if the hours of the 'position' he had just offered her after nearly forty minutes worth of explanation were mostly after the hours of darkness then she should (somehow!) be able to juggle both. The conditions appeared acceptable - after all, what right thinking citizen of Waterdeep would contemplate breaking the string of laws she had been obliged to read through? The extra money would doubtless be welcome, but what had caused her heart to run faster was that not only had Master Lucious recruited a group of 'experts' to which she would be attached - among them wielders of magic both arcane and divine - but that she may witness the very phenomena she hoped to learn more about at first hand. And hopefully, find a way of translating the knowledge she might gain into a cure for her charge. And two days after that she was being shown to a room in this converted townhouse, and given a tour of the building in which she and her new colleagues would wait for the call to say their skills were needed. If the days of her youth were a lifetime away, so were the years she had spent in contemplation and service to Ilmater. The passage of time had been relatively kind to her; she was no longer a young woman, and had lost a little of the grace long hours at the monestary had instilled in her movements. More than few strands of grey were now shot through her hair, but her mind was as sharp as ever, and she felt secure in the knowledge that the little time she had spent each day maintaining the skills which she had depended on in that previous life had been a worthwile investment. Another smile flickered across her lips, as she set the tray on the large beech wood table which dominated what had been set out as the group's meeting room. While there was no kitchen in the building, it hadn't taken much to set up a small fire to heat water, and a trip to the market after the first night of inactivity had yielded a kettle, cups and decent supply of brewing leaves. She recalled the faces of her companions - stout Galivan, wise old Mardan, her dear friend Druthos who had made the ultimate sacrifice - then scanned those of the gathered assembly. Bonds would be forged, friendships made anew in the way they always were among their kind; the kind who sought out adventure. Straightening up she began to set the cups out. 'Tea, anyone?' [/QUOTE]
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