Murmers of Nature - Iolana's Journal

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Re: Murmers of Nature - Iolana's Journal

Unread post by LivT » Tue Mar 19, 2019 8:33 pm

I'm finding a great sense of tranquility in tending the Shrine to Eldath, between the patrols of Greenest and wandering to and from the farmlands. It offers a time to reconnect with my beliefs and enjoy the full isolation of the woods - so far from civilization that it is. Curiously, twice now I have encountered a pilgrim or wanderer there.

The first was Tholgur, a Dwarf who like many of his kind was a touch rough around the edges but a good and agreeable nature underneath. He readily obliged my request to sheath his weapon at the Shrine and I found his blunt manner quite diverting. As it turns out he is brother-in-arms to Aiden, who has been tasked with keeping an eye on him. I hope he does well in the Watch.

Another was met only today, Trystane. Seems he was a wanderer, a ranger thinning the population of Gnolls in the Reaching. We ended up having quite a long talk, of Gods and family and the like. He's interesting; there is a sense he has far more stories to tell that couldn't possibly fit into a single afternoon.

Oh, Terri and Aiden have at last reconciled! Such a relief, I didn't like to see them so at odds. Terri returned to her puckish self, and Aiden, well, it is one fewer thing on his mind.

He has had word again from Cormyr... I've not had the chance yet to ask him what it was about, but I know it must be serious. His new renewed familial communications at last inspired me... I wrote to mama two days ago. No reply yet, but I will check with the postmaster tomorrow.
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Iolana Arele, Druid of Greenest

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Re: Murmers of Nature - Iolana's Journal

Unread post by LivT » Thu Mar 28, 2019 5:17 am



You Can’t Choose Your Family


The fluid lettering on the parchment blurred as tears filled my eyes. I roughly wiped them clear with the heel of my palm, sniffing and taking a moment to gain some composure

“Come now, I’ve mourned this relationship long enough.” The words said aloud with the hopes they might be more convincing that way; regardless, it was impossible to read the response from mother without pain. Even here, so far from Amn, she somehow managed to make me feel like a child again: stupid, graceless, and disappointing.

I know I have to reply. I also have to stop reading this damned letter over and over; do I expect the words to change the next time I read it? Mother will never change… I think that’s clear now. Her anger shackles her and it strangles me. I will never make her proud or affectionate; she doesn’t want me, this I must simply accept.

I turn my thoughts instead to Aiden, the only one I’ve shared the contents of the letter with and when I recall his advice I begin to calm. He has faith in me as no one ever had before, and I suppose for that reason, his encouragement makes me actually believe I can and will respond to mother with equanimity.

I looked to the parchment one last time, crumpled it into a ball for the hundredth time, and threw it at the coals of the fire… and with it, the last shred of who I was in Amn.

Iolana Arele, Druid of Greenest

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Re: Murmers of Nature - Iolana's Journal

Unread post by LivT » Fri Apr 05, 2019 7:12 pm

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AESA:
Requested by Wren that I treat her; suffering from nerve damage in the hands and fingertips due to frequent alcohol poisoning. Has been off the drink for about a month now, no signs of yellowing in the eyes or skin and though she is still recovering from the toxins, no other sign of serious liver damage. Not pregnant or expecting to be. Difficulty sleeping, and slow to recover from injuries.

Hands - reflexes when fingertips were pricked were not pronounced and a little slow, she has shown a significant loss in dexterity, signs of trembling and poor circulation. This will take time to heal properly, but it’s early days yet.

Corydalis based treatment would be best, if I can track the plant down. There may be herbs with equivalent properties, but Corydalis will likely be the most effective choice.

Warming Lotion - Ground Corydalis root, Lily of the Valley, beeswax, vegetable oil, small fire seed, in parts 2:1:2:4:1 massage in to hands after dexterity exercises.
Compound - Corydalis root, Cantharellus, Valerian, 4:2:1 one scoop before sleeping, can take directly or infuse in tea, 15 mins hot-not-boiling water.

Meantime I’ve shown her a few dexterity exercises, and given her some Cantherellus mushrooms and a few simple remedies. Should I not be able to track down Corydalis, these will do till an acceptable substitute can be found.
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Re: Murmers of Nature - Iolana's Journal

Unread post by LivT » Mon Apr 08, 2019 1:21 am

I gave into my weaknesses today... the shame of it is sitting in my heart like a lump of ice. I was not even aware of it at the time, not until the smoke had cleared and I looked back on all that happened and saw just how I'd behaved.

Yes, we were responding to the threat of Necromancers but how does that excuse my own weakness? Anger, bitterness, gloating, sneering, was I suddenly back in Eshpurta? I thought that wasn't me, not anymore but... it is. It is me, angry, bitter, snide me, for surely my flaws are as much a part of who I am as my strengths are?

It's good to understand this now... painful, but good. These weaknesses of character will always be there, so too then must the strength to overcome them, to be better than that. I choose to be better than that.

Abstaining from fighting or getting in a tangle with necromancers must be the first step for now, focus instead on my duties to the Shrines, and Aesa's treatment.

Eldath, I ask your forgiveness and guidance...
Iolana Arele, Druid of Greenest

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Re: Murmers of Nature - Iolana's Journal

Unread post by LivT » Wed Apr 10, 2019 2:32 am

FINGAL

Desirous for a sleep-aid. Has recently cut back on the drink and is suffering insomnia for it. Not prone to troubling dreams, likely his mind can be easily trained to fall asleep naturally again. He seemed rather desperate for a quick knock-out; a tincture might be best for that, though no more than three doses per vial. Would not do to have drink replaced with drug. Will encourage him to use tea instead, the ritual before bed time should help slow his mind and ease him to sleep.

Tincture:
Chamomile:Valerian:Poppy: 4:2:1 One or two drops under the tongue immediately before rest.

Tea:
Chamomile:Lemon-balm:Valerian: 8:4:1 steep one scoop for ten minutes in hot water, add honey for taste.
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Re: Murmers of Nature - Iolana's Journal

Unread post by LivT » Thu Apr 18, 2019 6:44 pm



”Just Friends”


A fresh chill on bare skin made Aiden draw Iolana tighter into his embrace, the couple spent and tangled together by the fireside. There was little sound other than the crackling of the embers under their own laboured breathing and - for Iolana, who’s cheek pressed against Aiden’s bared chest - the hard and slowing thump of his heartbeat.

Now and then Aiden drew breath as though to speak, but would then swallow or quietly clear his throat. Iolanna blinked up at him, the firelight making her golden eyes luminescent as molten lava.

“…What?”

“I’m… trying to think of something to say…” he had to chuckle a little awkwardly, and she in turn blushed.

“Well, I just now found out actions often speak louder than words, so…” her sentence trailed off, but Aiden grinned at her, and tucked a long lock of black hair behind her ear.

“Oh? And what were all *those* actions saying?”

“…That I’m in love with you.” The confession was quiet; she snuggled against his chest, calm and peaceful as the Goddess she worshipped. “And I know you’re in love with me too.”

She looked up when Aiden sniffed sharply; his jaw was tight, lips pressed to restrain a smile; and there, a glimmer in his eye, a glisten on the lash… a tear, barely kept in check. He swallowed hard and looked down at her.

“Can I still tell you that myself?”

“Oh yes… and frequently, thank you.”

They both gave weak little laughs, overcome by the moment, of a love that had taken years to unleash. Aiden gently lifted the woman’s chin, and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to her lips.

“I love you, Lana.”

Iolana Arele, Druid of Greenest

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