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[MEETING] Some remedies are worse than the disease I hear [HEALERS]

Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
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A M P E R E
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Although running from each rank class to another in one day was tiresome, it felt good to be so active again, getting involved with the herd and it's needs. Still, Ampere thought with a sigh that flapped past her nostrils, this was also why they needed heads of each rank class. Soon she and Volterra wouldn't have the time to run around managing each rank- they could only manage it now because the herd was so small, and everyone rather new to their roles, and quite directionless. In time though that'd change, and she hoped by then the most capable of each rank would have revealed themselves for promotion.

Although all of her time as a fighter meant she'd spent plenty of time getting healed, Ampere honestly knew very little of the healing arts and their operation. They always seemed like a very happy-go-lucky bunch, always eager to pick flowers and trade leaves, only showing a ferocity when tutting over an obstinate patient (usually a warrior). She supposed that stereotypical view is what surprised her so much when her daughter, Tae, chose this route. The girl had always seemed a fighter... still Ampere was glad she had a rank, unlike Grusha who seemed lost to herself. Zekle of course had one too, but she had never planned on the fighter route for him. Tae and Grusha however seemed like born naturals, so there was a bit more disappointment in their regard. Well, not disappointment per say, just... she would have known how to train them and help them if they had fought.

She looked for Volterra first again, having broken from the last meeting for a grazing respite, but now was eager to get the healer meeting underway. Once again Ampere reached for her magic to summon sparks from the decayed plant matter. The blue orbs of electricity bobbed into view and she mashed them together into three small jackrabbits. They dispersed across the sand, due to lead the healers here.

"Najya, Tae, Astarot. Let's discuss your art, I'm woefully ignorant of your needs," she confessed, rolling her shoulders like a shrug.

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Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
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Like many warriors, Volterra has been guilty of looking down upon the healing arts throughout his life. When he was a boy wrestling with his sister or exploring the wilderness, he always dreamed of being a warrior - never for a second did the thought of healing cross his mind. Why would it? It is his job to create the wounds, not stitch them up. This ignorance has carried through into his adult life, making him see healers as rather pointless. The fact he never seeks relief for his battle wounds - due to his opinion that a fight is a pact that both partners must see through to the end by letting their wounds sew together over time - means he's often thought of the Throat's doctors as quirky commodities rather than useful members of a functioning army.

That has begun to change now he's risen to Sultan. Whilst he may not seek healing for himself, it will be incredibly useful to have for other warriors. He's seen firsthand how easily Tiamat's herbs numbed the giant slice in his shoulder, a technique that could prove valuable during a real war. Swallowing his pride and admitting he may have been hasty in dismissing the doctors is hard for the Indomitable, a man who rarely acknowledges his mistakes and certainly doesn't apologise for them. Yet as a king he must put his prejudices aside and treat the herd's healers as lovingly as he does the warriors, valuing them as integral cogs in the Throat machine.

It's useful that his son has chosen the path of medicine, too. Whilst Volterra was initially disappointed that Astarot didn't want to be a warrior like his sire, he supposes that at least the boy is specialising in something, and maybe the apple does sometimes fall far from the tree. He's more likely to take an interest now a child of his has chosen this path, like one of those poor dads who desperately tries to be 'down with the kids' and learn all about his offspring's hobbies. He slips into position alongside Ampere, growing used to conducting these meetings alongside her now. Unlike in several of the others, though, he remains silent as he waits for their doctors to gather; he has no suggestions regarding how to manage their healers, as he's still willfully ignorant of most of their role. This is something he intends to fix, and he is hungry for education as he waits alongside the Sultana.

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Najya Posts: 90
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#3

Najya wasn’t at all averse to fighting.  She had in the past and she would in the future if called upon.  She simply didn’t have a taste for battle.  She’d seen blood spilt for senseless reasons in her relatively short lifetime, and she’d rather look for a solution were unnecessary loss and hurt could be avoided. So while she was fully capable, the little mare had no bloodlust. Not anymore.  Not when she knew she had the means to save. She hadn’t much considered healing as a profession until after the Rift battles, after she’d seen the wild gods from a foreign land unleash their power here in Helovia.  What use were warriors when they were battered and broken?  After what had happened with Kaos? Well, her mind was made up. This is how she was best able to serve her herd. She hadn’t been able to save those in her homeland, but she could do that now.

Her curled ears pricked as the jackrabbit appeared to her in a shower of sparks. A’mal was quite taken with the apparition, quickly running off in pursuit of the rabbit.  Najya cast a worried glance over at her children, tempted to call A’mal back to look after them but finding it difficult to tear the little dragon from her fun for the moment. It was only when Najya saw Ampere and Volterra that she asked A’mal to return to the children - knowing that this could be a lengthy conversation and unwilling to leave the girls unattended.

The little mare slid to a stop before her leads, wearing her sword given to her by the Goddess of the Moon following the battle with the Wolf God.  Tied to the sheath was the glowing crocodile scale of one of the other Gods she’d helped slay, next to a figurine of his image.  Perhaps it would provide a physical reminder that healers were not always pacifists.  She dipped her head in a sign of respect to the pair before taking a moment to consider Ampere’s question.  It was certainly a loaded question, to say the least.  Finally, the little mare simply decided that being as honest as possible with the pair was the only way she could truly expect them to understand since she knew them both to be warriors.

”To put it simply, we need to replenish our medicinal stockpile and find a safe place to store them.  I’ve been doing the best I can on my own since Sikeax was crowned, but it’s not enough.  Recently I had some volunteers who helped me restore stocks of our native herbs - but our stocks of foreign herbs are depleted. I want to ensure we have enough to go around just in case Kaos causes more trouble. Disabled warriors can’t defend the island, and we have too many children in the herd to not have the basics.  Our warriors can fight through the pain, but they certainly can’t.” She said, shifting her weight from one leg to another and trying to gauge some sort of reaction from the pair.

“Other herds have greenhouses since they have difficulties with temperature during the colder seasons, but we probably don’t need the same sort of structure since we don’t deal with the same temperature extremes.  However, somewhere to store our materials - for people to come where they would know where to find us would also be useful - in terms of a long-term project.” Perhaps it was wishful thinking to hope that they’d have a place of their own dedicated exclusively to healing, but she certainly didn’t think it would be inappropriate considering the threats that they now faced.


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Tae Posts: 133
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Tae wasn't particularly bothered that she arrived late, until she saw that it was her Mother who had called the meeting. Her Mother the Sultana. The title made a wolfish grin spread across the girl's mandible-marked features, and as she trotted towards where the trio was, her body began to wisp away slightly as a happy anticipation began to itch under her skin. On her heels were her two large wolves following dutifully with dark canine smiles of their own.

"Maybe if our warriors did more than lounge around, we'd have need to replenish our supplies. As it is, we haven't had need to heal anyone which requires more than just our magic." Tae advised, slipping next to Najya. Her pale white eyes looked almost elvish as they turned upwards in the corners as she winked and then turned a daring stare toward Volterra. Her words were meant in jest, but there was an air of truth about them. Their warriors did train, and moreso now that Volterra ruled, but nothing really serious ever happened to them. All the herds were holding hands and getting along, and Kaos had just tucked himself away.

"As Najya says, we don't have need for a greenhouse, but perhaps some sort of cold storage, either underground, or utilizing ice from the Basin.  Many of our herbs wilt or dry up and lose their potency."

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Astarot Posts: 81
Dragon's Throat Sun Physician atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 5.5
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Zafír :: Common Blue Dragon :: Frost Breath Pare
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He could not get over the fact that his father had realized his secret desires. How had he done it though? Zafir rode on his back running her claws through his long mane mulling over the same question. It didn't matter to the blue as much as it did the dunskin, but she was curious. They wondered off a little to graze and think over what he could bring to the herd. His magic wasn't very helpful. So he set his mind on learning everything he could about herbs and how to sooth broken pride. He was sure some would balk at the idea of having someone tend to them, but he needed to learn how to get around that.

A small rabbit made of lightning caught Zafir's eye and she screeched. Her wings flew out throwing her upwards after the ghost of a rabbit. A deep chuckle rumbled from his lips as he cantered after his young dragon. It wasn't a surprise that Ampere and Volterra stood waiting for him with the other two healers present. He glance at his father and smiled. He dipped his head to everyone as Zafir landed on him once more her scarlet eyes on the two wolf like creatures.

He couldn't help but notice how small everyone, besides his father, was. Zafir chirped to her red brother and golden queen softly, her head lowering to the golden. Astarot listened to the mare's wishing he had something else to offer. "Maybe we could have the foals help us with digging a spot for an underground cave, and have the crafters make the walls and ceiling metal to help cool it." His tail flicked behind him for a moment, "Does anyone in the herd have ice magic? We could super cool it at first, then it should stay cool enough, only needing ice every once in a while."

He glanced at everyone before swallowing his pride, "I'm pretty new to this rank, and could use some lessons on plants. I really only know a few plants." He blinked slowly eyes flicking back to his father for a moment before turning back to look at the other two healers. "If one of you ladies would teach me, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to have some warriors listen in as well." He paused for a moment looking to the Sultan and Sultana. "If Kaos strikes the three of us could easily be overwhelmed, and if the warriors could at least stop bleeding it would be a great help." He thought it sounded like a solid idea, and couldn't see what would keep them from agreeing.

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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
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#6


A M P E R E
The silver-forked sky lifts you up like a star

Ampere was impressed that all the healers not only arrived, but had intelligent and constructive input to offer her. She was only mildly annoyed that in comparison the other ranks failed to all show up - aside from Maren, a rank class of one. If anything it gave more merit to Tae's jab at the warriors (but let's not get ahead of the narrative here).

Ampere's gaze shifted to Najya as she arrived first and explained both their need and an idea for improvement. She chewed thoughtfully on the words, digesting them as Tae strolled up and made her quip. Ampere's attention shifted to her, unwilling to break the line of Sultana and Healer into Mother and Daughter, not as willing as Tae seemed to be (or would she have spoken such a thing to any leader? Would that be better or worse?). "And what do you know of being a warrior, Tae?" Ampere asked firmly, but not unkindly. She knew her daughter had some fighting talents, proof enough in her willingness to challenge the fucking Gladitor in the past - whether she was smart to start that fight, or whether she would have won it remained to be seen (and would never be answered). Growing up scrapping a bit was a far cry from training as a warrior day in and day out under the Throat though, and Ampere would have her words remind Tae of that. Ampere had been willing to admit when she was ignorant of a rank, and she would expect the same in return, especially from her own blood.

Ampere's lips tightened.

"I would expect more solidarity for your sand sisters and brothers. If they're not keeping you busy enough, you can always fight with them too." Ampere's stare held Tae for a moment before she turned it back to Najya to address her initial input. "How do you normally get the foreign herbs? Do they grow in the Wilds or in the other herds? If the latter, I imagine trade is a necessity?" Ampere mused for a moment, glancing at Volterra for his thoughts before finishing her own. "You should never go alone either way, but you've the authority to ask the other ranks to aide you for such trips. Have you ever tried to call on them?"

As Astarot joined them and all three healers seemed to mention a need of a place, Ampere nodded along. "I like Tae's idea," Ampere started, calling her daughter out by name perhaps as a balance to the gentle reprimanding she had given earlier, but also because Tae had earned it. "A cold storage sounds ideal, but something deep underground, the way the jackrabbit stays cool. I wouldn't want to rely upon the Basin for their frost, and we aren't a herd prone to attracting ice wielders." Ampere smirked, knowing far too many foals that ran around like pyros. "Perhaps Maren would be willing to house is beneath the temple. The church and the healers have always had a close relation, and the temple is already a well known beacon for the weary." A mere hole in the ground would go too unnoticed and though it would still store items, it wouldn't serve one of the points Najya mentioned which Ampere agreed with.

"Foal labor might work," Ampere laughed faintly, "but I imagine we can't rely on it. This will be something to ask the crafters to help with, and all of the herd, much like many were needed to build the temple that stands now."

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Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
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Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
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Tae's words ilicit a lifted brow from the Sultan. He's about to point out that she hadn't exactly been an exemplary member of the warriors herself before she'd defected to the healers, or that some warriors like himself fight often yet never require healing, but Ampere is in before him with a swift putdown that serves to remind the beast that she is a mother, and a pretty damn badass one at that. Finding that the Sultana has done a suitable enough job of addressing Tae's complaint, the beast simply fights to smother his amusement and shoots the wolf-girl a raised-eyebrow look that clearly says mother knows best.

He looks with interest upon Najya as she arrives. He's seen her around the herd without ever speaking directly to her, but the fact she comes wearing a sword is enough to pique his interest. It seems a dreadful oxymoron, a healer wearing a weapon made for inflicting pain, and the Sultan's gaze rests heavily on the little mare as she speaks. She's clearly got a brain in her head, and that head is also a particularly pretty one, attached to a slim, golden body of such radiance it makes him ache.

Now, though, is really not the time to notice those things. He schools his face into an expression of cold professionalism, looking past the golden mare's beauty to the core of a useful herdmember within. "I recently met with the Lady of the Basin, Tiamat, and she was quick to share her healing knowledge with me. Judging by that, I do not think she would be adverse to trading her healing herbs with us if we offered some of our own in return. It would seem churlish of the healers from any herd to withold their knowledge and supplies now that we have the threat of Kaos on the horizon." It's all very well being precious about your herd's secret knowledge, but Volterra thinks the looming threat of Kaos should override that. For the first time in ages, the three Helovian herds have a common enemy, and if that's not enough to unite them then nothing will.

Astarot's arrival causes a warming of the beast's eyes, gazing fondly upon his son with clear affection in his expression. Like Ampere, he tries to separate parenthood from Sultanhood, but it's hard not to glow with pride as he listens to his son speaking and suggesting things to help the herd. Astarot mentions teaching the warriors at least the basics, and the titan thinks for a moment before agreeing. "You make a good point, Astarot. Although you healers will always have more knowledge than the rest of us, it couldn't hurt for the warriors and some other herdmembers to listen in so that they at least know the basics. Perhaps you could hold lessons for the herd's foals, as well? We have plenty of them, and I daresay they'd enjoy feeling like they are involved with the rest of us." It brings an idea to his head - foal classes for the other ranks, maybe? It'll keep the children occupied and out of trouble at least.

All three healers suggest a storage area, and Volterra nods his agreement. Ampere expands on the suggestion by mentioning creating the storage beneath the temple, and the Indomitable's approval is clear as he looks to his blue-hued compatriot. "That sounds sensible. The Temple must surely be one of the finest creations in all of Helovia, and this would be a fine way to expand upon it. Everybody in the herd knows where it is, and if we were to invite healers from the other lands here to trade herbs and suchlike, it would be an opportunity to show them what we are capable of." Showing off cannot be underestimated - the Temple is the equivalent of the Throat flexing its economic muscles, proving to any who see it what this magnificent herd is capable of. "If the rest of you agree that the Temple could be a place to create our storage, I will summon Maren so we can discuss how to go about it." If the healers give their approval, the beast will unleash a loud bellow, calling for the Diviner.

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Astarot Posts: 81
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His ears pricked eyes shifting between everyone as they spoke trying to catch every word. His father's gentle gaze was not lost on him as he gazed at his healer son. He felt foolish for thinking that Volterra would ever look down on him for his chosen path. His father would always love him no matter what he did. He smiled at his father glowing inside at the pride he thought he could see in the black stallion's face. He turned his attention to Ampere and nodded along with her idea of building the storage under the chapel. "I think that would be the best place to have the storage." He paused listening to his father's advice on the storage as well. "Maybe we should make a secret entrance, one only the ranked know of. That way if we were ever under attack we could hid the young and old in the chapel. The healers would still have access to the herbs without risking their safety." Zafir sat silently upon his back pride coursing through their bond at his words.

"I think teaching the foals would be a great idea as well. The only down side would be trying to keep them from helping in an attack." He chuckled softly at the thought of trying to keep the stronger willed foals in the chapel. "I think just the basics would be best for the foals." He smiled softly and looked at his leaders wondering how they felt about someone so young telling them what he thought was best. He wasn't sure how he felt about giving them his opinions either. It was strange, a few days ago he had been nothing more than just another member of the herd.

Now he was out of ideas and his body quivered at the idea of starting the great task of building their storage. He wanted to learn all he could and serve his herd to the best of his ability. "I have never felt the sting of battle, but I would like to change that. How can I teach warriors how to heal, and have the respect me, if I can't even take the time to learn what they know as well?" His dual eyes were steady as they turned first to Ampere then to Volterra. He would battle a warrior then, while his wounds were still fresh he would teach the warriors how to heal. He would allow the defenders to dress his own wounds and give him herbs after the lesson. He was determined to see that through, "Who would be the best to spar with to gain the respect of the warriors?" He hated to ask, sure the answer would be to battle one of the leaders. He knew it would be best, but Gods he didn't want to have his ass handed to him.

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