Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

AgentOrange wrote: A pale tiefling turns up at the church. His appearance is vaguely corpse-like, though more than a cursory glance would indicate that he is definitely not undead. Clad in the colors of Tyr he is, and armed with a greatsword sheathed diagonally across his back and the accoutrements of a bounty hunter: manacles and traps affixed to his belt, and a chain slung diagonally across his lean torso. He is accompanied by a blonde-haired aasimar dressed to the nines and sporting high-heeled boots.

In the wake of the recent attack upon the city, several burn victims--civilians rescued from buildings engulfed in flames--were brought to the temple for healing and aid. After the curious onlookers departed, tiefling and aasimar would go about assisting with ansillary tasks such as bringing water and food to the patients, as well as delivering medical supplies to orderlies and healers.

A fiery-haired Ilmateri works with the others to help treat burns, calm victims, and organize a system of movement so the injured can be treated as swiftly as possible. Despite the tense situation the woman never loses her gentle smile; doing her best to raise the morale of those who needed Ilmateri aid. She makes sure to find time to thank both the Bounty Hunter and the well-dressed Aasimar for their aid in the matter.

Nathan wanders in the day after the fire to check on the wounded he assisted in bringing in. He speaks quietly for a bit after helping out for a time with a Templar, heard to be called Sal, and passes him a note to be given to his wife, a priestess called Ibbigale.

A cart of fresh fish and potatoes is additionally delivered to the temple upon his departure, with instructions that it be used to feed the sick, the orphans, and anyone else who the Temple offers aid to.

A blonde man is admitted to the infirmary. Upon arrival he is stiff as a board and unmoving and unresponsive to all stimuli save for his pupils responding to light.

After being tended to by a priestess, he appears able to move but is weak, exhausted, and complaining of numbness and cold of the entire body.

It seems he will likely remain there for a few days to recover from whatever affliction.

The snapdragons are placed in a vase and set upon a small crate, as a makeshift endtable.

Over the course of the day numerous other gifts join them, left by visiting friends. A dozen roses, a gold coin, a box of lemon cupcakes, a stack of the trashiest romance tales, and a bizarre looking octopus-like creature, kept in a fishbowl. Visitors included a variety of walks of life - a dashing scoundrel, a scaled Elven woman with crimson hair, a silvery haired man with antlers, a cheery girl in a vibrant green dress, a silver haired Aasimar in a blue gown, a fiery haired tiefling woman, a crimson-cowled Agent, a grey cowled Iluskan mage, a scarlet-scarfed Tymoran tiefling, a Tormtar knight and his entourage of mercenary escorts, a mohawked man with glasses and a loud voice, a silver-haired woman in dark leathers, a red-tabarded soldier, a nonsensically dressed Man with wild red hair, a gray robed Ilmateri monk, and as always, a beautiful blue-haired elf who remained through the night and into morning, tending to him and helping tend to other patients to ensure a quiet environment for rest.

The patient seems in relatively high spirits given his grim condition but at some point during the day he is said to have broken down into tears while speaking with a priestess, presumably as the weight of recent days overwhelms him and shoves aside his cheery demeanor.

Further visitors would note a look of embarrassment and shame upon his face, at still being unable to care for himself and needing help.

For some reason, a lantern was lit and tucked into the darkest parts of the room, bathing the infirmary in a warm light and warding off shadows. Perhaps it is meant to bring about an air of comfort.

The monk Mi-Le, not an unknown presence in the temple of Ilmater, approaches the brothers and sisters of the church. He asks to speak to those in charge of the orphanage...

When Jay would wake up, He might notice someone having placed a stick and eyepatch next to his bed.

* a largely oversized half orc enters the temple of illmater dressed in tribal armor, with a long flowing cloak tailored with the symbol of illmater. He speaks with one of the older priests that have worked the temple for many years, and the man smiles and welcoming him home.

Priest: It is good to see you have returned home Buurk.
Buurk Gerz: meb'z happy be home, and gooz to see fimilur face.

* the conversation continues lightly and some paperwork is exchanged. After making a donation to the temple, Buurk says a prayer to illmater before heading out. After his departure the priest posts one of the papers on the temple message board and it reads.



Hello, I Buurk Gers and seek help from finding old friends gone missing. *a list is posted next with many names, though some are already crossed out.*

1. Thedran *deceased*
2. Alexander marsh
3. Annie
4. Hinzel *found*
5. Zezzitrix
6. Tryessen
7. Juliandra
8. Paw
9. Laitae
10. Rys
11. Nihm *deceased*
12. Celestia
the page scribbles a bit as sentences are scratched out and started again.

Buurk been gone six year, me brain no remembers them all... So many... Buurk hope to rejoice with old friends after him back from illmater training... but then all gone, and lot change... help Buurk find hims friends.

If you know Buurk, hims will be happy see again. Leave message with illmater.

*Dressed in hides and skins, a rather tribal looking Buurk sits inside the Temple of ilmater reading a green book and writing down sentences on a small piece of parchment. Anyone inspecting closer would see him grabbing his head every so often and sighing as he appears to be trying to improve his grammar. He takes breaks to help move food stores when they arrive and dispense food to the hungry and poor, but then goes straight back to his studies.

*atop his table lay some medical supplies with a sign that states free potions to those in need*

narcaleptic wrote: ↑Mon Aug 12, 2019 10:01 pm *Dressed in hides and skins, a rather tribal looking Buurk sits inside the Temple of ilmater reading a green book and writing down sentences on a small piece of parchment. Anyone inspecting closer would see him grabbing his head every so often and sighing as he appears to be trying to improve his grammar. He takes breaks to help move food stores when they arrive and dispense food to the hungry and poor, but then goes straight back to his studies.

*atop his table lay some medical supplies with a sign that states free potions to those in need*

A fiery-haired woman in a white and red dress wearing a symbol of Ilmater as a clasp on her cloak asks if she can join him. If he accepts, she'll offer to talk with the orc to help him practice his speech. She introduces herself as Victoria, commenting that they had met once before, but that it has been a long while. She'll also apologize as she doesn't recognize the names on the list he posted.

Featherfox wrote: ↑Wed Aug 14, 2019 8:21 pm

narcaleptic wrote: ↑Mon Aug 12, 2019 10:01 pm *Dressed in hides and skins, a rather tribal looking Buurk sits inside the Temple of ilmater reading a green book and writing down sentences on a small piece of parchment. Anyone inspecting closer would see him grabbing his head every so often and sighing as he appears to be trying to improve his grammar. He takes breaks to help move food stores when they arrive and dispense food to the hungry and poor, but then goes straight back to his studies.

*atop his table lay some medical supplies with a sign that states free potions to those in need*

A fiery-haired woman in a white and red dress wearing a symbol of Ilmater as a clasp on her cloak asks if she can join him. If he accepts, she'll offer to talk with the orc to help him practice his speech. She introduces herself as Victoria, commenting that they had met once before, but that it has been a long while. She'll also apologize as she doesn't recognize the names on the list he posted.

*stands up and pulls a chair out for her to sit* Mebz would be happiez to accept hep frum you'bz. Mebz need learn huw put wordz in rught pluces whun tulk and write. Buurk no can fix himz slur, but can fix himz word placing in sentences.

*sitting on the table with him are a stack of books, each one is titled a different dragon type from bronze to gold, and black to green, etc. Though the book his is reading from currently is not a dragon book.*