[Game Thread] Lord Windos’ PokeRole Adventure 2: The Wild Lands

[Lord Windos]

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...Hoo humm. Sitting right here in that teatime retreat and breakfast nook of that anxious man's place and having taken their time to let their gaze wander a bit until he returns, Bernhard's first impression is that this man is wealthy, but in a way that is elegantly so. Like, definitely not ostentatious, which is appreciated and which lowkey reminds Bernhard on their Mentor. He has a fine taste for decoration and furniture, got to give him that much indeed. Must be a man in a high position or ortherwise important figure in some way. All of this kinda makes Bernhard wonder what he'd reward them with if they DO succeed in curing his precious daughter - but blatantly asking this would be quite rude, so Bernhard abstains.

One more thing that the stoic Magus can't help but to wonder about is how that man keeps repeating that his daughter is 'all he has left' - if that's the case, what's with the girl's mother? Are there perhaps any hints within view to do sort of an educated guess on this? Like, framed photographs or similar, out of sheer curiosity? Whether there are or there aren't, Bernhard will definitely NOT ask, least he's risk a full breakdown of that guy!



Either way, enough of mulling over things as it leads nowhere. Instead, time for tea! Tea of a VERY fine sort and quality, and tea WITHOUT having to worry whether or not it is spiked with weird fae brews or aromatic herbs, hooray and yay!~ Both is highly appreciated and gladly accepted! (I also so hecking love tea, and like it a lot how it seems to be a big thing in Scimitar society or at least to Bern's Mentor!) "Just a bit of sugar, thanks. It's bitter completely without, but too much will mask the certainly unique taste... I also have to admit you have a FINE taste for furniture and decoration. Modest, but stylish through and through."

There's something weirdly off-place of sitting here and drinking tea all calmly (in Bernhard's case, that is) while something BIG has happened that caused the city to go into an impromptu lock-down, but does the local Scimitar Magus care? ...No, not really. He'd probably watch the world burn while keeping an unimpressed facade if he knows for certain that he and those he cares for a safe and sound. Plus if his guess is correct, the others, for certain Seddi if Bernhard's first impression remains true, got himself involved ALREADY in SOME way - Oh boi, hopefully all the people he met yesterday won't bite off more than they can chew, like lots of young adults and adventurous people do...? Well, thank heaven and Arcus that Bernhard has more than grown out of that phase.

For a bit there's only silence after the man introduced himself and almost threw himself into an anxious fuss once more, until Berhard gave him a reassuring and honestly gentle (yet only mild) smile. "There, there, Mr... Gleam, was it? *hand gesture of waving any worries off* Please, do not be hasty. I will see her, and I have assured you that I will lend you my help, and I have always kept keep my words so far. However, please, tell me more about her first. Tell me what her symptoms are, whether there is anything that you have tried that only made her condition worse, and anything that might be of importance when brewing together a Healing Potion for her with... - *reaches out to pet Nirix's neck* - "...his unique skill's help. It is also of a crucial role for you to understand that it is not me you have to convince on giving you a hand - It is him. Like I have told you, a Galarian Rapidash's horn is potent and strong in any healing arts, but only if the intent under which even just part of it is given is pure and honest..."

"Therefor, please tell us two how much it'd mean to you if we were able to make Saph feel better. How much joy and happiness and whatelse it'd bring you as well as her... You, Nirix, I ask you to listen, and listen well. Please, be open about aiding us in this case, allow me to ask you this. You do not have to gift us your complete horn if this is what you are wary of, though I do definitely appreciate if I could add just a grounded PART of it into my created tonic t least." Bernhard carefully continues to pet his prized unicorn, runs his natural hand through his colorful pastel-y veil and mane, utters careful and almost whispered words to him. "I KNOW of your reservations, Nirix. I am AWARE of your waryness of parting with something as prized as bits of your horn. ...Though if there ever is a time to display courage and compassion, then it is NOW. Humans have done horrendous acts on your kin, I am painfully aware. But, is this worth it letting your heart be blackened and poisoned, refusing to aid those in dire need of your unique powers? ...It is not, in my books that is. Never forget what has been done to your kind, but never let this prevent you from being the one who lends a helping hands to those that need it. My intent is pure, and I will certainly not force you doing something you aren't okay with. This man's intent is pure, it is clear as day that he only wishes to see his beloved daughter smile again. Do you...understand? Please, listen to what he is about to tell us, and have yourself a heart, my dear and treasured one. You have been with me since you were a juvenile Ponyta, and you have let me understand that you did have a read of my heart's content upon meeting me. No evil is what you found within it - now, can you spot any malice in this man's heart?"

During it all, Bernhard will - if possible - already create prepare Alpha Form of the needed Healing Tonic, by adding 2 Units of Veil Color to a vial of destilled water (which he should always have a reasonable amount of, I'd guess). Then he'll take a small (just a spoonful!) portion of it, and add just a little bit of ground Soulably flowers into it to see what effect it'll have. (Reminder, those were the fuchsia-glowing flowers that Iron Leaves caused to grow) Their effects are unknown to him, but he's got a feeling they may be useful in medicine making...?

Your questions about the girl's mother shall remain a mystery for the most part (until you are brave enough to ask about it...), though you do get one hint about it: a single Picture of Rubin, his daughter Saph, and a short woman. The daughter is barely older than a couple years old, so how reflective of how she looks now remains to be seen, though you see that she has blond hair and bright blue eyes. The short woman, on the other hand, had long brown hair, bright green eyes, and was wearing what looked to be a plain everyday dress that wouldn't look out of place from an office lady setting. She had a small but vivid smile, looking absolutely content as she hugged Rubin, who was the one holding what you presume to be his daughter.

Nothing could ever compare to Morgana's own fae and witchy brews, for better AND worse, though tea not imbued with a bit of Magic or Specialness does make it seem almost inferior. Fortunately you know how to appreciate any kind of tea of any kind, and you know a bit of discrete magic to mask or enhance the taste of foods if need be. Not that it's needed in this case, but it is good to know!

Your host smiles lightly at your praise, bowing his head slightly as he served you.

"Th-thank you. I come from a 'Old' family, and our tastes have always been a bit classical..."

A faint sense of nostalgia filled his tone, a distant look in his eyes for a moment before he shook it off. Your condolences also help center him some, though it's clear that the situation with his daughter - and the probability of curing her ills - is ever a burdensome weight on his shoulders. He stays respectfully silent as you speak, and answers you questions clearly and calmly as he can, taking deep breaths and sips of tea between all of them.

"...My daughter is deathly pale, Ice cold to the touch, and has no appetite or energy these days. I....have to use IVs and nutritional and medicinal supplements to keep her conditional....stable. She has been comatose for the past two months, with only brief, brief periods of lucidness and being awake. During those times she seems....so gloomy and yet at peace. It's....it's errie to see. *Pensive look into his tea* ....Ghosts - the Pokemon Type - have also beein attracted to her for the longest time, ever since her illness become more....severe. I've had to put Spell Tags and burn special Incenses to ward them away from her and my home. I'm unsure if they have something to do with her illness, or if....."

He goes silent at that point, as both your mind turn towards a very gloomy possibility.

"....I've tried every medicine and treatment known to man. I've tried Pokemon medicines prescribed for the most severe of conditions, to the most resistant of creatures. I've had doctors from around the world try to diagnos and assess my daughter's condition. *Slowly shakes head* ....None of it has worked. The best I've manage is using Berries and Incense to bolster her health, and keeping her room and bedding as heated as it's safe to counteract her chill. It has been working.....but not helping. And I don't know for how long that will remain the case."

He seems especially distraught as he said the last part, but he tries his best to keep himself calm. The shaking in his wrists and teacup tell the truth of how he feels, however.

Your speech about Nirix and the qualifications necessary to get the healing properties of his Horn makes him go still as he listened, his tremors increasing slightly before they smoothed over as he took another deep breath. He then got up from his seat and walked over to your unicorn, who seemed a bit wary of the man, but your words from earlier made him remain tolerant to the close proximity and its suddeness. Rubin then got on his knees and bowed to your majestic steed, metaphorically and literally leaving himself at their complete mercy.

"I....I....don't know what to say to you. T-to let y-you know how....how much it would mean to me to have my daughter, my precious, miraculous little Saph, back to being a happy, health, and normal little girl. She....she is my world, and I will do almost everything I can to make sure she can live a life full of wonder and joy. Even...even give up all I have, every last bit of myself, burning myself out through and through, to see her safe and whole. So please....please....PLEASE, Nirix.... Please, by your grace and mercy....please help Saph. Please.... "

Nirix is....he looks overwhelmed by the outpouring of this man's heart as they laid it bare to him, taking a few steps back and looking at him with widened eyes. The desperation, the sorrow, the almost hollow and hopelessness the man was filled with nearly caused them to retreat to their Ball. But yet. Yet...underneath that, shining so brightly and hostly, like a minature sun, was Love. Love and Devotion towards his daughter, a Dutifulness and Integrity to do everything that was right by others and in all his Actions, and a soft-hearted Fairness towards all others, no matter who or what they may be.

This man, this Rubin....he was a truly miserable person now. At the end of his rope, about to hang from all the tireless work he's done for daughter and the toll it has taken on his weary spirit.

Yet, Rubin would not rest. Not yet, not ever, not until his daughter Saph was cured and in whole health once more....or until the bitter end. Hers....or his. 

For a long time Nirix just stood there over the knelling Rubin, pensive. Through your magical bond with him you knew what he felt, and knew his hesitation and uncertainty of what he should do. For as aloof and stoic as he was, your fae stallion truly had a soft and tender heart. One that cared for others and the world, and wanted to see that everything was done right and true to all, as good as it can be. He looked over at you - for support, for reassurance, for comfort, for a sign, or for something, you can hardly tell. 

Then, after what seemed to be hours, Nirix slowly craned his head down towards Rubin...and gently *huffed* , rustling his hair and causing them to look up at him. Your unicorn's gaze as calm as it can be as they locked gazes with the prosecutor....before slowly closing his eyes and nodding, before he opened them and motioned with one hoof for the man to rise. A myraid of vivid emotions flashed through Rubin's face at this, until a look of fragile hope blossomed, tears beading at the corners of his eyes has he gave one last bow to Nirix.

"Thank you....thank you...! I promise I will repay you and your Master for this boon, and do anything you request of me. Thank you, thank you....! "

You and Rubin have received permission to use Nirix's Horn in any Healing Potion or Alchemic Creation towards Curing Saph.

Making a 'Alpha Healing Potion' would be hard to do on the spot - it'd take a few hours to either get set up (preferably in Rubin's kitchen) and brew it, then more time to tweak it in order to tailor it to Saph's condition. Considering how anxious everyone was feeling by now....well, any delays could probably wait until you get to see Saph for yourself and determine what exactly is wrong with her. Perhaps any Knowledge gleaned would help make a proper Cure for the poor girl faster than trying a generalized approach - or perhaps not. You knew how fickle Magic could be at times, and with how harrowing the young lady's condition sounded...who knows indeed how things will turn out.