ROYALTY POSITION: Human Royal Healer

[Aria Talei]

The best Healer in the land, who uses a variation of herbs to cure diseases and tend wounds.

Remember, just because someone else has said they would like this position, does not make it taken. Post below if you are interested; things are only made more fun by competition.

[Nolitus Gyre]

Whelp, I put it in my profile, so I guess I'm interested.
Post is coming. Expect it... probably on Tuesday, Mondays are really busy.

[Stella Rein Gwenanotta]

HEY HEY HEY

I've been meaning to make a human character, but I've had no time D:
Seriously, though, I'll have an empty class (Jazz Band xP) to work on the character, so expect the app and the intro tomorrow
(if Glee and homework takes up all my time, expect the app tomorrow and the intro the next day >.>, but I'll try hard to get both by tomorrow)

[Nolitus Gyre]

((Sorry this is so late! It took forever to get inspiration. ^^; But I hope you like it.))

The time was just past dawn, and amber streams of sunlight were only barely beginning to bathe the cool grey stone walls of Cados. Outside the city, several homesteads were flickering into life, a mother in one beginning to heat up the hearth for that morning’s meal, a father in another pulling on his boots to go out and feed the livestock. For the next few hours, each inhabited building in, and outside the city would similarly begin their days, perhaps varying in time and task depending on wealth, but all eventually rising with a smile as they noticed, far off in the distance, a black train of figures slowly drawing closer to the walls of Cados.

Perhaps under normal circumstances, the approaching carts and humans would be met with only moderate degrees of joy, or exasperation, from mothers at the prospect at having to go shopping for food again. But due to the tempestuous weather that had locked off the southern seas all winter, this first shipment of spring was rumored to be carrying some very desirable items indeed. The whole city of Cados was holding its breath in silent prayer that this convoy, this market day would see goods from Saleen, or D’vir finally come through.

From one of the shorter towers in the Royal Palace, a set of dark green (nearly black in the lack of light) eyes looked out upon the caravans a moment longer, before flicking back inside the dimly lit stone chamber to balefully regard a half-full pot of some thick grey liquid torpidly bubbling over a dying fire. Sighing deeply, the blue-clad figure shuffled over to the pot and vehemently poked at the goop inside with a nearby long-stemmed spoon. It made an inappropriate squishy noise and continued to reluctantly bubble. The figure let out another long sigh and withdrew the spoon (the liquid releasing it with another disquieting sound) and replaced it on the nearby desk.

This winter had not been kind to Nolitus Gyre, Royal Healer of Cados. The late part of autumn had seen him far away from the city to assist as both a healer and soldier (when need be) in a minor border dispute with a neighboring country. Upon returning home, he had been dismayed to find that his temporary replacement, a “highly acclaimed” nurse from Issilt, had taken it upon herself to raid his meticulously ordered supply cabinet in an attempt to concoct, from memory, some sort of country cure-all.
Though some of the “experiments” had been found to actually be somewhat useful, Nurse Wrachid would not be allowed to leave the Royal employ anytime soon, as Nolitus had demanded she work until able to replace all the wasted ingredients. Though, she had unfortunately still been assigned to the healer‘s tower, instead of stables as Nolitus had suggested.

“Nolitus! NOOOOLLLYYYYYY!!”

A piercing siren shriek shattered Nolitus’s daydream about finally being rid of his ‘assistant’ as the bumbling woman herself scurried into his private chamber, slamming the door open with such force that an audible CRACK could be heard as it stuck a small table next to the wall, the breaking of glass accompanying it a moment later, as a set of phials were displaced from their surface to fall to the floor.

“Yes… Miss Wrachid?” The still-crouched figure muttered softly, repressing a shudder.

“Oh, well, Uhm, you see. It’s ah, a bit of, a, uhm, problem.” From the doorway, the younger woman fiddled nervously with the fabric of her simple dress, its material and color the twin to Nolitus’s overshirt.

“There was a bit of, an, er accident over by the west wall. The scaffolding there, uhm, collapsed and-” Nurse Wrachid found herself stopping mid-sentence as Nolitus’s eyes flew open, suddenly very clear with not a hint of irritation anywhere on his face. Quickly the man climbed to his feet, and grabbing the leather satchel that always hung from a hook near the door (the side it didn’t open onto), hurried to the quivering figure in the hall.

“A scaffolding collapse will most likely be predominately cuts, bruises, and broken bones.” He said, not even taking a moment to shut the door on his way into the hallway.

“I’ll head to the site right away, but you go to the treatment room and prepare… three beds along with a pot of Valerian salve. If you finish the preparations before I return, then assume that the situation is bad, and come with a supply of splints.” Pivoting on the heels of his feet, Nolitus turned to face the young woman as he continued backwards down the hall.

“I doubt it will be that bad, but it’s always better to assume the worst so that you‘ll never be caught unaware.” With a brief salute and small smile, the older man spun around again to face forward, just in time to round the corner of the corridor.

Back by his chambers, Nurse Wrachid blinked once, again amazed at just how quickly her superior could switch into ‘healer mode’. She stood there for only the briefest of moments, before giving a faint smile in the direction he had just exited, and carefully shut his door before running off in the opposite direction to complete the tasks the Nolitus had entrusted her with.