Topic: Apothecary

Nameless

Date: 2005-07-12 18:12 EST
Head up high, hard violet eyes, and a regal walk. She looked twenty, acted thirty, and yet was neither. The woman knew three things. Order. Obedience. Punishment. Those were the three things that she based her life on.

~*~

"I need a house. Small, functional, and preferably in or nearby a forested area." The voice cut through the air like a knife. Clear cut, crisp and precise. The man shuffled some papers and after some haggling Alpha326 held a deed in her hand. It was a cottage, in poor condition, but it would work well. The price had been small. She now saw why. Narrowing her eyes slightly Alpha326 began to work on the house.

~*~

The cottage was in suitable order. It had two rooms; one contained a kitchen, dining area, and bed. The other would be the shop. It contained various shelves, a desk, and a window, which could be opened and closed. Everything was swept and cleaned. A river was a mere half-mile away for water and the main road to RhyDin was three quarters of a mile. The road itself was two. Forest surrounded her and was abundant in herbs, plants, weeds, trees and birds. Perfect. Despite her success, Alpah326 didn't smile. She merely nodded and began making substances that she could sell. If one walked along the path to the cottage they would find a newly painted sign.

Apothecary

Nameless

Date: 2005-07-13 20:45 EST
The Creation began with one man, and would end with one man. It began with Elsido Charl, a scientist ahead of his time. Bioengineering and Genetics were his forte. After traveling around he collected a bunch of followers. An elfin woman named Ilsiel, a dwarf called Hiro, a drow lady called Thisiel, the mage Acrost and the necromancer Zilofin. They formed a team of scientists. The Order of the Iron Fist.

Alpha 326 worked hard to fully stock her shelves. After it was completed to satisfaction the woman decided to go on a hunt. It was a hobby, not a necessity. She traded her silver tipped arrows for plain conventional ones. Hours later she returned with three pheasants and a deer. The shoulder pack was overflowing with plants of all types. Carefully she removed the silver band on her right ring finger. The only noticeable feature of the ring was the golden image of a closed fist.

The meal would consist of one of the pheasants, while the rest of the meat was skinned, salted, and hung out to dry in the shed that had been recently constructed. It would also contain a healthy salad and some iced water. Just as she was sitting down to eat a resounding knock was heard. Getting up slowly Alpha 326 reached for the dagger beside her. The hilt was marked with a golden fist. Cautiously the woman opened the window that had been set within the door. Her intense violet eyes met with fiery red ones.

"Usstan ja'hai l' vhid, xun dos usulii d' Thisiel?" (I accept the chaos, do you member of Thisiel")

Alpha 326 opened the door instantly and allowed the man to enter. After closing the door swiftly she turned to him. "Vin'ult!" (Hail!)" Immediatley she closed her right fist and thumped it over her heart once. "Vel'bol 'udtila l' Quarth quarth llar draszith huela?" (What does the Order command three twenty five")

The ferocity in those red eyes scared many common folk. To her, they were the eyes of a leader. He was one of the Orders chosen leaders. "Olist." (Caution) He paused and took a look around at her establishment. Good, she would blend in well. "Dos inbal tlus promoted ulu area ventash'ma. Usstan orn yutsu ril draa months." (You have been promoted to area leader. I will return every two months.)

She offered a quick salute. "With Obedience!"

The man returned the gesture with a quick nod. "The Order Lives.?

Domikai

Date: 2005-07-14 23:43 EST
In the mixed hours of his hunting and aimless wandering, the sandwalker had come across the scent of recent death. Little blood, but it had perhaps been a deer, a doe....and out of curiosity the desertman had followed it like a pacing hound, a shadow across the main road and onto one smaller. How strange it was to come across such a newly painted sign. Even for an apothecary, the man thought it a distant place to manage such a shop. Fingers lit upon the sign, the soft tap of claws against the wood before he continued forward. He strolled as an animal, off the path with lupine ears pricked forward. It was not long before the cottage itself came into view with distant scents of the new death and the bright astringent greens of broken plants. How appropriate.

There came the muffled sounds of a voice....no, voices....from within, and so the desertman kept to his shelter of trees and bracken as he approached the side of the cottage.

Nameless

Date: 2005-07-15 16:02 EST
The Iron Fist began small, as all great things do. It also began underground. Thisiel and Hiro worked to create a laboratory beneath the surface. Thisiel provided a path to and from the laboratory, one that was protected. Hiro expanded upon a cave that was all ready in the chosen location. The two worked together to provided a huge lair for the Order. Soon the vast underground was being filled with machinery and people. The Order doubled before any experiments began. After years of labor and study the first creation was made. They called him Charlsido, after the founding father.

The woman watched her Drow companion leave. He did not take the path that lead to the main road but rather through the forest. That was expected. Once again she sat down to eat her meal. However she remained uneasy, something was amiss. While fixing the cottage Alpha 326 had become familiar with it and all of the surroundings. There it was, the slightest, quietest movement in the grass. The movement was small, liken unto a rabbit.

She stood slowly in case she might scare the creature. Her dagger soon found it's way into her hand. With soft footfalls that could only be made bare foot she exited the dining area. Her violet eyes scanned the shop that was still empty. Again she heard some small movement by the only window. Quickly she approached the opening and thrust her free hand out. She was slightly surprised at grabbing not fur but cloth. Whoever it was pulled quickly out of her grasp. Grabbing onto the windowsill Alpha 326 flung herself out of the cottage.

Dagger in hand she called out. Her voice was soft but commanding. "Show yourself."

Domikai

Date: 2005-07-15 21:46 EST
There was the quietest of snarls at the sudden grip on the cloth at his shoulder before he pulled away. It was simpler to move along the cottage wall, gathering the idea that he was not there and forcing it into being with a refraction of the air pulled close. Here is a portion of wall for you to look at.

"Put the dagger away." The sandwalker was hardly in the habit of showing himself for target practice, but he knew better than to ask one to drop their weapons. It would be unfair. His harsh rasp of a voice was as commanding as the one that told him to show himself. A slow crouch down after speaking, to avoid obscene ripples in the air about him but to lessen the likelihood of being pinpointed.

In performing his little trick, he distorted his own view of the female (for that is the scent) but he could still smell her. Something...odd, something, off. It smelled like one of the Father's puppets.

Nameless

Date: 2005-07-16 03:36 EST
Charlsido was the only one to receive a name. He was also mostly human with a few added benefits. After Charlsido the creations received a designation, such as Beta 3 or Omega 86. The Order grew, each new creation slightly different but with one solemn purpose. The goal was to bring about peace. Now this is not the peace you or I are accustomed to. This is an enforced peace that no one can reject. The Iron First soon had a contingent of 400 people, yet this was not enough. The planned army was to have over one million creations.

The raspy voice was stern, like her own. Alpha 326 slipped the dagger in the provided sheath on her thigh. Her eyes found a slight distortion in her beautiful walls. She knew that is where he spoke from. However her arrows were not with her. Besides, it was rude to shoot at ones guest.

"I do not sell to those I can not see. And if your intention was to lurk then I suggest you lurk elsewhere."

The woman was uneasy being an open target.

Domikai

Date: 2005-07-18 13:44 EST
As the dagger was sheathed, the desertman stood slowly, shucking the illusion with a brief waving of a hand as if to clear cobwebs. Black eyes examined the female in the distant, pointedly observational way he had of memorizing faces.

"You seemed quite indisposed at the moment." it was a simple statement spoken without any inflection of sarcasm. He rolled the fingers of one hand to feel the comfortable confinement of the sheath beneath his sleeve before stepping forward with a tilt of head. Puppet, puppet, puppet....it was a distracting thought-scream.

"A strange and distant place to keep an apothecary, despite the main road." Another offhand comment, for he was moving to the door with the inset window.

Nameless

Date: 2005-07-23 22:43 EST
Soon there were over a thousand creations, and the Order began to spread. Its influence was solid in many of the surrounding towns and forests. No one doubted the Order; it was bringing about something longed for. Peace. And yet those who returned to their villages from long travels noted a subtle difference. Everyone's independence, their own unique thinking, had been abandoned.

Alpha 326 followed him carefully, her hand resting on the dagger. "I was actually attending to supper. As to the location of the apothecary, it suits my purposes."

Moving quickly she arrived at the door before he did. Opening it she allowed her guest to enter first. It was best to keep strangers in sight. "How may I help you today?"

After he had entered Alpha 326 proceeded to the counter. After placing herself behind it she watched him with detachment.

Domikai

Date: 2005-07-23 23:08 EST
The desertman seemed to have the same feeling about the woman, though it was the tilt of his ears that followed her instead of his eyes. They were angled sharply backwards in order to hear the best picture.

"Healing salves." spoke simply while the artist marked the detachment. It had an echo of the empty that he was familiar with. Ever on edge. He did not touch the counter behind which the woman retreated, did not even move near enough to touch it with and outstretched arm. Instead, eyes were searching the interior, a slow roaming that placed a picture of it in his mind.

Nameless

Date: 2005-07-23 23:37 EST
With a swift movement she produced three bottles, each containing a different salve. There was a price tag hanging from each and a label on the front. The label included the name of the salve, the ingredients, warnings, and it's effects. The first salve would heal burns; the next would help with cuts and the third with insect bites and rashes.

"Four silvers per salve, a ten percent discount if you buy a crate of twelve."

Eyeing him carefully she awaited his response. Alpha 326 didn't like the way he looked, but she wasn't about to be picky when it came to customers.

Domikai

Date: 2005-07-23 23:57 EST
He prowled neared in order to read that bottles, clawed hand drifting in the air above them before picking up the salve for cuts with a gentle clink of ebon-sharp against glass. Hiss-hiss, claw of thumb described a consderation against the edge that the unfamiliar may call a nervous tick. He was..reading it, eyes half-lidded. "Then you should perhaps have eight of these..." the desertman reached vaguely into the air beside him, but then spilled eight coins out onto the counter. They were about an eye's diameter, silver upon one side and onyx upon the other. He let them fall into a neat stack upon the counter which he never touched. In fact, the artist had never touched any portion of the house save the floor, not even moving near the wall outside....He did not wish the house to know him, in its way.

Nameless

Date: 2005-07-24 00:03 EST
He was curious enough, someone worthy of her interest. After inspecting the coins she nodded and tilled them quickly. "Anything else?" She knew there would be nothing further, just by the way he was posing, ready to leave. Yet she asked in case she had observed wrongly. Running a hand over the counter she felt it's smooth wood. The intense violet eyes never left him. He was very interesting.

Domikai

Date: 2005-07-24 00:33 EST
No...the violet-skinned had read that portion of the artist fairly well, tense as an animal should be. He observed the salve in the bottle for some moments as ears listened.

"You should perhaps consider pigments. Some may come looking for dyes." it was an absent statement said as if to paint himself a bit grayer, less interesting. It does not do to be seen while observing as well. (You are here for some reason...) He withdrew soon, as if the question had never been asked, but did not touch the cottage. Hand appeared to open the door, his practice in sleight of hand allowing the idea of force to do the work for him. Once out, it was repeated, till the man was just a shadow on the path with a bottle of salve.

Nameless

Date: 2005-08-03 21:29 EST
She watched him leave and pursed her lips. The dyes were well into the making and she was going to have them stocked by tomorrow. Quickly she returned to her meal.

~*~

Shaiith (Nameless) had visited many places in RhyDin since she arrived. She found the arenas, the Red Dragon Inn, and bestiary to be the most interesting venues. She was now the owner of a beautiful falcon. The man who sold it to her was Indian and told her the name of the creature was Shandar. It means proud in Sanskirt. Shaiith had experience with falcons and began training it immediately. It would be her eyes, her ears, and her guide. Her Silinrul (Hunter).