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Post by Rhiannon on Jan 24, 2002 18:01:45 GMT -5
A large room with a high cieling. There are several rows of tables. They look old and used, bearing the marks of many experiments that had an unexpected and explosive end. Above the tables there are shelves with books (covered with burns and holes from acid contact), strangely shaped glass objects, mortars, measuring instruments and test tubes. At the end of each row there are small fireplaces. Next to them there are piles of metal bowls to carry glowing coals to the tables. At the left wall there is a sink, rinsed by the water of a small spring behind the house. Several buckets with water stand next to it for emergency cases. At the far end there are several cupboards and shelves with chemicals, herbs and conserved things in jars you rather don't want to know the origin of.
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Post by Rhiannon on Jan 24, 2002 18:04:47 GMT -5
Walks in, carrying the things she got at the pharmacy. Puts them on a table and takes a good look around. Stops briefly to examine the strange jars.... Back at the table she takes down a mortar and begins to crush the dried herbs.
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Post by Archera_Deona on Jan 24, 2002 18:58:19 GMT -5
*walks... in looks around with a curious frown* Now how do you supose I missed this great Lab sitting right here next to the ER? *walks out and then walks back in carrying a bunch of stuff.. herbs, medicens, postions and other things. She sets them down on a table near Rio's and stars mixing* What yah making???
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Post by Rhiannon on Jan 24, 2002 19:47:35 GMT -5
All of my healing potion was used on the battlefield, so I have to make some new. *Gets some alcohol and starts to assemble some sort of distillery.*
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Post by Archera_Deona on Jan 24, 2002 21:03:03 GMT -5
*nodes...* Excuse me *walks out and back to the ER*
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Post by Klayia_Greenleaf on Jan 31, 2002 15:03:17 GMT -5
*comes in with a large bag. Ia opens the bag and it looks like there is a whole bunch of leaves in it. When she takes one out, you can clearly see that it is in the shape of a perfectly carved knife. The blade: a leaf. The handel: wood."
"Darn! I forgot the ingredents!"
*leaves her 'knives' where they lay and heads to the pharmacy*
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 5, 2002 9:38:01 GMT -5
*was about to say * Hi, Klayia....
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 12, 2002 7:24:13 GMT -5
*shrugs and fills the mixed herbs in a retort, adding some alcohol. Fixes the retort to one end of the distillery. Attaches another one to the other end. Walks over to one of the fireplaces and gets some coals. Starts to heat the mixture of herbs and alcohol.*
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Post by Jack the Ranger on Feb 12, 2002 20:19:29 GMT -5
so what's cooking, doc?
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 13, 2002 15:29:48 GMT -5
;D!
*Watches a golden drop forming and dripping in the second retort.* We'll soon need every drop of healing potions we have...
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Post by Jack the Ranger on Feb 13, 2002 20:17:32 GMT -5
ah. well then i guess i shouldn't disturb you. i'll just wtch from the corner.
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Post by Archera_Deona on Feb 13, 2002 22:06:11 GMT -5
*runs in and quickly jumps a few tables to get to the one her stuff lays on. She quickly starts mixing large batches of leaves and powders together in a bowl and then actually takes a knife and cuts her rist with it right over the bowl, chanting softly and quickly in Dr-ragon as she does*
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 14, 2002 20:08:11 GMT -5
*Takes an interested look.*
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Post by Archera_Deona on Feb 14, 2002 20:38:33 GMT -5
Bara-mon, tude seia *she says, repeating the chat five times threw, her hand over the bowle, her wrist magicly had stopped bleeding though she took no time to wrap it nor heal it. She took another small jar and from it poured some ash and mixed it in as she spoke. The mixture began to smoke untill it broak out in fire in the little bowl. She puts her cut wrist right into the falm and looks directly at it as she speaks more chants. The fire flickers out immeditly as she falls quite and stops chanting and her arms, through black as it was, held no sign of burning nor the cut she had made. She scoops the powdered mixture into a contaner and bolted from the lab back to the ER, little else on her mind*
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Post by Klayia_Greenleaf on Feb 15, 2002 14:51:08 GMT -5
*comes back into the room and goes to where she left her 'knives'*
This should do it.
*places her ingrediants into a couldron and heats it on large flames. places the 'knives' into it and sits down. takes out a book and reads.*
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