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Vanyel Greyjoy (The Dragonborn) ([personal profile] drehnifusbahi) wrote in [community profile] nexus_crossings2016-10-10 09:33 pm

Because Heroics Don't Have to Be Big and Loud and Dramatic

Here's a face that hasn't been seen around the Nexus in quite some time - since the mass de-aging event, in fact. But that's long since passed, and the Dragonborn is back to his usual self, if a little more warmly dressed in deference to the autumn chill. (Armor without true sleeves is perfectly fine for Snow Elves, not so much for southborn Imperials.)

He's currently seated at a Convenient Nexus Table&trade, on which he's set up his alchemy equipment. There's a satchel full of ingredients on the bench-like seat beside him, which he dips into every now and again, grinding and blending and decanting in fluid, repetitive movements. He works steadily for a while, by all appearances absorbed in his task, churning out potions to cure disease, along with more general healing potions.

After a certain point, though, he sits back, idly rubbing feeling back into hands that are starting to cramp. "I can't promise they'll be entirely effective against diseases that aren't actually of Tamriel," he says, addressing the Plaza at large, "But I've potions of Healing and Cure Disease, for any who need them, and also a healing spell I could try."

[So, as stated, Van's brewed up some healing potions and is also willing to make with the Healing Hands for anyone who spoke to -or just got too close to- Rotund'jere. But it'd be a little boring if he could just fix it all in one go, right? So to make this a little more interesting, and avoid god-modding on my part, I figured we could let the RNG decide how effective his attempts are or aren't on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being 100% healed and 1 being a complete failure.]
deathpulse: (WITHER HITHER)

[personal profile] deathpulse 2016-10-11 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
And here comes someone in all his resplendent green glory, the curved scythe in his hand clacking on the ground with each step as he uses it more as a walking staff. He gives a cursory look over the arranged bottles and potions, tapping a clawed finger against one and making a small 'hm' to himself before looking over the man at the table. A drawn-out up and down look, in fact, ending in a sly smile.

"Hard at work, it seems. And what might you be peddling, my son?" Rotund'jere's tone is silken and calm, a ghost of an amused smirk still on his withered lips.
deathpulse: (PLAGUESPREADER)

[personal profile] deathpulse 2016-10-11 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
The mention of 'cure disease' causes a barely suppressed grimace. It takes a moment to try and coach the expression off his face, but even with that, it leaves Rotund'jere's voice a little flat. "Aren't you helpful."

He picks up one of the bottles now, turning it over and watching the contents move. "And how much are you selling them for?"
deathpulse: (SWEET SEPSIS)

[personal profile] deathpulse 2016-10-11 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ahh. I'm glad you see you're willing to be enterprising about this. Charity isn't going to put food on the table." A little weird for a priest to be saying, but okay!

"Of course, I say that as soon as I find myself deeply inspired by your altruism! Would you accept a humble monk's coin to take your current stock off your hands? Say, a 100 pieces of gold for each bottle? I've found in my missionary work that it's best to travel to spread your efforts. I could set about to distributing them to those in need were you to turn them over."

Or dump the lot of them into the nearest dumpster or lake. Whichever comes first.
deathpulse: (OF COURSE)

[personal profile] deathpulse 2016-10-11 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, do you intend to use yourself as a guinea pig? I hope the ingredients aren't too volatile. I'd hate to see a pretty thing like you worse off from a bad mixture." He even reaches across the table to try and softly touch a hand to Vanyel's arm. Said hand, if successful in contact, may also drag leisurely down the remaining sleeve length before withdrawing. All while wearing a knowing smile. Flirt alert.
deathpulse: (SICKEN AND DIE)

[personal profile] deathpulse 2016-10-11 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Rotund'jere watches the drinking with vague...disgust? Unease? It's not a terribly pleased expression like he'd been wearing when he pulled that arm-touching business. Maybe he's just worried the guy's going to poison himself right in front of him.

"Oh, bravo!" The results still illicit a smile and a polite, brief clap. "I can barely mix a decent drink on the best of days. Or nights." Was that a wink? "And here you are, whipping up healing potions like it was nothing! I'm very impressed."

Vanyel might be thankful (or bewildered?) to feel that strangely chilling aura withdrawing ebbing. Maybe it's his potion working its magic! Maybe it was just a bad crossbreeze earlier.

"Lucky for you, I'm a man of my word. If I said 100 coins, I shall pay a 100 coins." Necrophos pulls a richly embroidered purse from his sash, pulling the ties and beginning to count out the gold on the table.
deathpulse: (NO MALINGERING)

[personal profile] deathpulse 2016-10-11 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
What the heck kinda wheat are they growing in Tamriel.

The priest does indeed seem to have a surplus of money; he's counted out several hundred in denomination now for all the bottles. And he still has plenty left over by the time he cinches the purse closed again. "While not a hundred actual coins, per se, I assure you they're worth that much back where I come from. I'm not in the habit to cheat handsome merchants, especially if I hope to do returning business."

Though Rotund'jere pauses, tapping a long finger against one cheek. "Are you terribly familiar with this place, by the way? Been here long? I'm a fresh arrival myself and now I worry I won't know my way around as best to help others." Where is he going with this.
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[personal profile] deathpulse 2016-10-11 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe all the more reason to have a look about together? I'm sure your table and belongings will be fine for just a short walk." Is there an anti-theft field? Here's hoping. Protect the wheat!

"If nothing else, there's a lovely place down the way that serves a marvelous mulled wine. Quite nice with the growing cold."

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[personal profile] courtofmurk 2016-10-16 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
It may just be the number of shiny new things the mortal has left out, but there's soon another visitor to his stall. Three, actually, but the first two crows are just there to peck at things and they scatter when a bigger, glossier bird flies down in their midst, cawing sharply at them.

Once the troublemakers are dispatched, the remaining crow hops closer to where Vanyel's latest potion is in progress, cocking its head to study it and the mortal with bright black eyes.

"You, featherless." The bird's voice is rough and croaking, but surprisingly soft. It sounds like she might be a female. "You are a mage, yes?"
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[personal profile] courtofmurk 2016-10-18 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good, good." She takes no notice of his shock, head tilting at the ingredients laid out for preparation. "You must be an able one, to have found your way here. It has been long since we have seen mortal alchemy. Long from our perspective, that is. Hmm. Let me see... ashes of Bal-spawn, and..."

She cocks her head at some of the powdered mudcrab chitin, blinking rapidly. "The shell of a mortal sea-beast? How curious."
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[personal profile] courtofmurk 2016-10-22 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Disease? Ah, yes." She snaps up a fragment of shell delicately and crunches it in her beak, head tilting in thought.

"Not here, no. I am Magister of the Blackfeather Court. Our home lies in another realm, the Evergloam, and few mortals visit us." She looks up at Vanyel closely. "But then, even you are not wholly mortal, either."
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[personal profile] courtofmurk 2016-10-24 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
His assessment is returned in kind by the bird - though by now Vanyel can guess that she only has so much in common with the ordinary birds of Tamriel.

"And why are you making so many elixirs all alike? You doubt their efficacy? You mean to exchange them for gold?" She's been watching for a while, though she sees no importance in saying so.
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[personal profile] courtofmurk 2016-10-27 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"So you want to test your skill against his power, yes?" Vanyel guesses right: she seems merely curious about the possible conflict. It's questionable if she'd interfere even if he was up against a servant of Nocturnal, but there's even less concern for those allied with other Princes. "An odd choice of weapon for one like you."
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She tilts her head, clearly considering his words. The dovahzul seems neither to surprise nor confuse her, and she confirms her understanding when she comments, "A large realm to claim for one so small. How well do you know the planes of Oblivion?"

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