open and closed.

[propulsion]

WHO: Marcus Rowntree, Valerius Hildebrand, Tony Stark, Loxley
WHAT: Some open starters, some closed starters. Hit me up in DMs or plurk if you want to do something!
WHEN: Cloudreach
WHERE: Location
NOTES: TBA

Comments

mage training adjacent

[okayimin]

She is ostensibly there to oversee the practices in case anyone gets grievously injured. She's aware that her presence in Chantry red and whites lends some legitimacy to anyone that happens to be passing by. Likewise, she's aware that the Chantry would doubtless prefer her to be keeping careful notes on the various capabilities of Riftwatch's mages.

Both involve spending a great deal of time sitting around waiting for someone to dislocate something, so she ends up foraging along the edges of the encroaching woods. She ends the day covered in sap and grass stains and looking wildly pleased with herself. "There's arbor blessing growing in the tree stand on the far side," she informs him as he saddles up, "Blasted stuff wasn't there last year, I'm sure of it. You look like shit, here."

She holds out a glass vial of something viscous and green and a handful of tiny strawberries.

[luaithre]

Marcus is listening, probably, just without looking, focused on buckles and straps, until she then tells him he looks like shit, and so he casts a sideways, downwards glance. Excuse me.

He finishes off the buckle he was working on before turning to her properly, gathering the offered items up in his hands, the berries in a loose open hold and the vial between his fingers, rolling it between them to study.

"What is it?"

[okayimin]

"Bitter herbs mostly, little bit of elfroot to ease pain. I take it when I got long rounds and vigils. Works good for fatigue, but it tastes horrible." Which is clearly what the berries are for. "Don't know if it helps any with magic drain, but I figured Colin has you lot covered for that."

[luaithre]

"I've some lyrium with me," Marcus confirms, as he unscrews the vial. He holds it under his nose, confirming that faint scent of elfroot in the rest of the herby mixture. His mouth twitches with a small measure of reluctance, but takes his medicine in the end.

Wow, that texture could be improved. He twists some of the leaves off one of the small strawberries. "Do you know your poisons as well as your potions?"

[okayimin]

It's probably an innocently meant question, but still, old habits. She folds her arms and stares up at him, chin tilted a little in half a challenge.

"Depends who's asking."

[luaithre]

"Me," Marcus says, not impatiently.

He then palms a strawberry into his mouth, and considers her question, and his answer, and then amends it by adding, "But it would be better of me to say I'm inquiring more as to antidotes, more than poisons. If there is some concoction that could counter magebane."

[okayimin]

The first gets an unimpressed huff. The amendment has her tipping her head and looking thoughtful.

"My alchemic knowledge is mostly based on midwifery," she says, "Most things to do with magic are banned by the Chantry and I reckon something like that'd be especially so." Which is really more of an inconvenience than a reason to stop speculating: "If I needed to treat a patient for poisoning, I'd try charcoal or something similar to get the bile out of 'em. But magebane ain't a poison in the strictest sense-" She trails off muttering for a few moments, digging out a small field journal from her pockets to flip thru.

"Has anyone ever tried dosing with lyrium?" is what the muttering resolves into.