[OPEN] Just when I think I'm gonna get away

[bedknobsandbroomsticks]

Who: Sorceress (bedknobsandbroomsticks) & anyone
What: Sorceress familiarizes herself with Pumpkin Hollow
When: May Catch-All
Where: Around town
Warning(s): Shippy feelings between Sorc/Wiz

[Around the Town - OTA]

[Dealing with death was one thing. She'd died a few times during her adventures back in Hydeland. Waking up revived in the chapel was sort of the norm. Waking up somewhere else and to someone other than the Priest was... a bit shocking, to say the least. Sorceress, of course, listened to the explanation, holding on to every word about her current situation.

It sounds similar to what she had just been through in Hydeland. Perhaps... it was what the Goddesses wanted of her now? But where was this place?

Honestly, the biggest disappointment was she didn't have her outfit and staff. The latter would make for channeling magic a tad difficult. Something she'd worry about later. In the mean time, the necromancer spends her time (after getting an outfit or two) studying the town of Pumpkin Hollow. Its history, what she can learn about the townfolks, the mythology of the Goddesses, (what an interesting little coincidence~), the various organizations.

She generally keeps to herself though, lurking around the different Temples, the Greymare Library, and the Oak and Iron.

Or, alternatively, Sorceress can be found near the outskirts of town, near the Fall's Promise Cemetery, inspecting various large sticks to try and craft herself a new staff.]




[I hear those words that you always say - Locked to substitutiarylocomotion]

[It was strange to be without the rest of the Company. Fighter, Elf, Amazon, Dwarf... why, even Wizard. The stupid, pig-headed, overly confident, handsome... Er, that was beside the point.

One evening at the Oak and Iron, after a day spent mostly at the library, the magic caster grabbed herself some food with a tired sigh and sat down...

Only to find herself staring at a very familiar face across a few of the tables. All she can do is gawk in disbelief. There's... There's no way. It can't be. Were they still in Hydeland somehow? Or was all of the rest of the company sent here as well? Gods, this only created more questions rather than answering any of the hundreds of ones she still hasn't been able to figure out. Maybe it wasn't who she thought it was.

There was only one way to find out.]

... Sylus?

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[medekh]

"For tinctures- herbal remedies, yes." He confirms, one eyebrow raised, "You can tell?"

It's pretty rare anyone can tell he has things of importance in his basket. He's been asked more than once why he's out weeding by people who haven't stopped by his clinic or heard of what he does.

[bedknobsandbroomsticks]

She smiles and gives a wink. "Of course I can tell. I'm a Sorceress, after all." As if it's common knowledge that she's basically your stereotypical witch of sorts.

"Are your remedies for a private collection or are they for sale?"

[medekh]

In his world, Sorceress would almost certainly be a derogatory term. Though he's been here long enough to know that different words mean different things to different people. Pumpkin Hollow is truly a mixture of so many different cultures, everyone brings a different perspective to the table. So he reserves his judgement.

"For sale." He says. The Haruspex pulls one dirtied glove off of his hand, holding it out for a handshake, "Artemy Burakh, I run a clinic in town."

[bedknobsandbroomsticks]

In her short time here, the witch has noticed how people have reacted to her title/name. It seems to generally been something of a bad thing although Sorceress has been treated with respect thankfully. She finds it all rather fascinating — comparing the differences between worlds and cultures.

The redhead accepts the hand and gives it a gentle shake in return. "Sorceress. Not very original, I know."

A pause.

"Ah! But that's good to know you run the clinic. Another question if I may: Are your mixtures more on the medicinal or magical side?"

[medekh]

Artemy shakes her hand. A name and a title. Not something that The Haruspex isn't used to. He doesn't push it any further.

As to her questioning his herbal tinctures, however-

"It is hard to say," He admits, "Some from my own world might call it witchcraft, or barbaric, or something of similar sentiments. Those who aren't used to it. I was taught by my father, who was the local healer of my people. Though I also left home from a time and studied surgery."

He shrugs. Is he the folk healer, or the surgeon? It would be more accurate to say he is both, but sometimes, he wonders if they cancel each other out, making him qualified for neither, like a puppet strung up too tight, being threatened to be pulled apart by duty.

[bedknobsandbroomsticks]

"I suppose that was a strange way of wording it..." Sorceress taps her finger against her lips. "Is it just the ingredients you gather for the mixtures or do you add magical essence into them? If it's the former, I would say your medicine is of science. If it's the latter, then it's of magic."

Reason being for all of the questions is she doesn't want to step on any toes with the business Wizard and she have in mind.

[medekh]

He still doesn't really know how to answer the question. He's realizing such things are much more complicated than where she comes from.

"I don't add anything to them, no," He begins, "Back home we believe that it was the dirt they grew in, the earth that gave them healing properties. Though the herbs here are much different than home. It took me some experimentation upon arriving in Pumpkin Hollow to be able to produce anything worthwhile."

Artemy shrugs with his shoulders. Hopefully that was an adequate answer for Sorceress, it's hard for him to say.

[bedknobsandbroomsticks]

She hums in thought. So he doesn't add anything but if the earth here itself has magical properties... Sigh. That is a complicated matter. She'll just assume Artemy's school of medicine is more science based until proven otherwise — so it's an adequate enough answer. Sorceress nods in confirmation.

"I hadn't thought of that before, how different they might all be from our home worlds. The only thing I've experimented with thus far are my staves which seem relatively the same," she says. "Do you suppose the curse affects the way herbs work?"

[medekh]

"Hadn't thought of it." Artemy answers honestly, "Though if anything I'd imagine the curse would make them less potent."

He hasn't really noticed anything too odd with them, but they're also just different materials than what he's used to working with. Might be for the best, though. Artemy doesn't really want people trying to brew Twyrine here, not to mention the side effects of the herbs from home blooming here. Dizziness, fatigue, headaches... While he's used to the pollen having adverse side effects it wouldn't be a particularly pleasant time for everyone else living here.

"Is that what you're looking to craft? A stave?" He asks, gesturing vaguely towards the bundle of wood she's carrying.

[bedknobsandbroomsticks]

"As long as that's the only thing it does."

Thankfully for Artemy, Sorceress has never heard of such a tonic. So she won't be experimenting with that.

She smiles and nods her head at his question. "That and possibly some broomsticks. You can never have enough of either."

[medekh]

And he's not going to be the one to tell her. If any of his herbs from home do start growing he's going to be picking them all and stashing them away thanks to one certain man who happens to also be a Pumpkin Hollow resident.

"I suppose not, one does need to sweep a floor once in awhile...?" Artemy seems a bit lost, it seems like the whole witches riding broomsticks stereotype hasn't reached his neck of the woods- or steppe, to be more precise.

[bedknobsandbroomsticks]

A entirely fair thing to do.

Sorceress blinks, equally as loss by Artemy's response until she realizes he might not know. "... Well, yes, but they're specifically for flying."

[medekh]

His mouth opens and closes, similar to a fishes mouth flapping, gasping for air.

"You fly on a broom...?"

He's truly flabbergasted.

[bedknobsandbroomsticks]

Without missing a beat:

"Yes. It's a handy way to travel. Is it that unusual in your world?"