October Catch-all

[trickfoot]

Who: Pike Trickfoot (trickfoot) & you!
What: Catch all during the event. A few closed starters, otherwise open to all.
When: The month of October
Where: the Vox Machina house, and in the city proper.
Warning(s): she's going to put all of you in bubbles, so help Sarenrae.



Once Pike had found out about the illness, she kicked it into gear. She used what healing spells she had access to that first day to help out with minor injuries, giving balm and kind words to those who needed it.

Though it was back at home that she seemed to be needed the most.

She's willing to come out to anyone who needs her and heal most injuries, but none of her restorative spells are able to help ward off the effects of the disease, much to her disappointment. She's not used to her spells not working like this.

[Feel free to find Pike around the city, if you need help. She kind of stands out, with her gnomish stature and bright gold plate armor.]

[Vox Machina House]

With the new information that Percy was sick, Pike had pretty much decided that the house was under quarantine. She wasn't sure how the disease spread yet, so it was a blanket order for the entire house to be careful around each other and to try and not get any one else sick.

So much for that, right?

Comments

[trickfoot]

[Pike's pretty observant - not as much as her half-elven friends, but observant enough. Especially when it comes to people and their pain. She gives a brief look back toward the alley where he came from, trying to see anything before she looks back to him.]

Did you get hurt back there? Were you alone?

[latkje]

[ He grins, looking down. ]

Would you believe I tripped over the paving stones?

[ It's a dishonest question, asked honestly: he wonders if she will. Nash doesn't really want to talk about it, not without knowing more about Pike, and how she reacts to things. ]

I think I twisted my ankle.

[ The unvarnished truth. ]

[trickfoot]

[She understands the value of privacy, and in true Pike fashion, she doesn't ask. Instead, she just nods.]

How rude of a paving stone to jump up and trip you. Let's see if we can fix it, hm?

[Pike's hands are small as she looks at his ankle, making sure it's not broken.] I have magic. Is it alright to use on you?

[latkje]

I guess it didn't want to grow moss.

[ He nods agreeably at her question. ] Sure. [ He'd do it himself, but his magic is too flashy for the marketplace. ] I'd be interested to see it, actually.

[ He's heard that healing magic isn't common here, among the natives. ]

[trickfoot]

[She clutches at the holy symbol hanging from her chest - a small medallion of a winged figure - and closes her eyes a moment, murmuring a soft prayer under her breath. Sarenrae, guide me.

The symbol glows a golden light, and when she places both hands around his ankle, they do the same. It doesn't flare up like a lot of her higher healing abilities, instead, goes inward, wrapping around bones and tendons and healing any damage done to it.

With the energy spent, she releases the breath she had been holding.]

Try it now.

[latkje]

[ He tests the ankle gingerly at first, then puts a bit more weight on it, and smiles. ]

Good as new— or as good as it was, at any rate. [ A pause, as he figures out what to say next. ] I've never seen magic like that. And I learned it in a temple. [ He's vague— they don't want the refugees to out themselves. ]

[trickfoot]

Great! [She's happy she could help, in any form, really.]

It's where I learned mine as well... most of it, at least. My grandfather taught me the basics before we started. [Her tone is warm as she mentions her grandfather - great-great grandfather, to be precise, gnomes live for centuries. If he hadn't pulled her away from her family, she doesn't know where she would be right now.]

What kind of magic do you have?

[latkje]

Wind magic. I'm not much of a mage, I'm afraid. [ Or a priest of any kind, though he is an agent of the church. Or was, he supposes, he hasn't worked that one out. ]

But, here— [ He lifts his left hand, and closes his eyes, and after a few seconds, light blue sparks start to swirl around his glove. He stops before he finishes the spell, it would be like conjuring an target on top of his head, but the general idea is there. ]

The knights cast their spells like this [ he pantomimes holding a sword in front of his chest, and bowing his head, solemn ] but I never got the hang of it.

[trickfoot]

There's plenty of others who can do magic, not just mages. [Rangers, Paladins, Druids, Clerics like herself - they don't go to fancy places to learn magic. That's what makes it so different.]

A knight that casts magic? That's wonderful. [It sounded much like a paladin to her.] And don't worry if you don't get the hang of it. Magic takes years to perfect, and even then we still have problems.

[latkje]

Oh no— I meant I'd never got the hang of knighthood. I don't even have a sword! Never even tried, to tell the truth, but one of them was a traveling companion, and you reminded me of her, in your armor. [ He talks like someone who talks a lot. ]

Almost everyone can cast, where I'm from. [ Which, judging from the network, and its seemingly endless posts about magical secrecy, was unusual. ]

[trickfoot]

You... don't have a sword? Well, we've got to fix that. No proper knight doesn't have a sword.

I'll keep an eye out for you for one. [There has to be a weaponsmith somewhere in the city.]

Everyone can cast? Wow... where I'm from, magic's quite normal, but not everyone has the ability to do so.

[latkje]

I'll pass. [ He shakes his head. ] But I appreciate the kind of faith that tries puts weapons in the hands of strangers. My name's Nash, so we don't have to be.

It's… [ Nash has to think about this, glancing upwards as he pieces everything together. He doesn't want to straightaway admit to being from another world, for one, and it's difficult to explain something he'd taken for granted as long as he could remember. ] Magic isn't something you're born with, it's inherent in the world. It's just a matter of keeping a clear mind and getting the right equipment.

[trickfoot]

Pike. [She smiles when she offers her name.]

I understand. Magic's in everything. Some people learn to use it, some people are born with it or make pacts with higher beings to get it. Some worship gods and they give them the power.

I definitely understand what you mean.

[latkje]

That's what your spell was, wasn't it? [ He tests his ankle, putting more weight on— it holds up nicely. ] It sounded like a prayer.

[trickfoot]

[She nodded.] It was a prayer to my goddess, Sarenrae, the Everlight. Back home, she's a goddess of healing - and of other things, of course.

[latkje]

Are you a refugee too, then? [ What she says about Sarenrae is interesting to him, too— it's different than where he's from, and he likes to learn different ways of doing things. But how freely he can talk depends on her answer to this question. ]

[trickfoot]

[Pike nods her head.] It would be a bit awkward if I wasn't!

[She laughs a little at that, but settles just as quick.] Honest, though. I only woke up last month.

[latkje]

Sometimes I feel like I'm still dreaming. [ There's… a lot, isn't there. ]

I'm from a place called Harmonia. The Holy Kingdom of Harmonia. [ It's mostly Harmonians that call it holy, though. ]

[trickfoot]

I definitely know that feeling.

I'm from a city called Westruun. It's in the kingdom of Tal'Dorei in Exandria. [A pause.]

It sits on the prime material plane if that helps any.

[latkje]

Prime meaning first? [ It's a fencing term, at least. But he seems skeptical. He's heard of other dimensions and has seen a few planar rifts in his day, but still. ] I don't know about that.