<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gzkeEiS.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Medb Mag Uidhir (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2044223)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Docks<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>A loose fitting dark cloth dress, some foliage, a pair of heavy work boots and a backpack full of books and equipment<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Spells - Two of four 1st level slots used<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Danae, Corinne, Aloisa<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Okay then Ms Danae," Medb started as she did her best to separate the blood-soaked blouse from the woman's flesh that her clothing wouldn't heal inside the wounds, "let's see if we can close your wounds up first to staunch the flow of blood lest there be more on the dock and your clothing than inside you," she said as her cold hands went under the shirt, pouring as much positive energy as the primal world would allow her into the presumed swashbuckler as Aloisa and Danae recounted their tale.<br/><br/>With the initial closure underway, she took the flask from Aloisa, undid the top and smelled its contents. Not perfect but it would do. "This is the best one could hope for given the circumstances, thank you for this."<br/>Taking a small sip from it she set the metal container back into its owner's hand, liquid still in her mouth, before taking a sprig of mistletoe out of her pack to use as a focus. Carefully she sprayed the contents of her mouth over it in a fine mist, shaking the verdant branch as she muttered words of an incantation in hushed, reverent-sounding Druidic. In moments the mistletoe shook, the plant producing white, oozing berries that matured and ripened unnaturally quick, falling into Medb's hand.<br/>"Eat these," she said as she palmed all ten of the berries that had grown into Danae's hand, "They're naturally bitter and make you gag but they should have a little bit of the taste of the flask's liquid about them," she thought for a moment, "maybe. Likely not, but make sure their liquid pops into your mouth and is taken by your body.<strong>One at a time</strong>or you might get stomach cramps or the shits. better than bleeding out, mind you, but only marginally."<br/><br/>"I couldn't imagine being shipwrecked, it must have been quite the ordeal. I came here to look at the wildlife on the island, alone of my own volition" she stated matter-of-factly as her cold hands pressed once more against flesh, seemingly to check for the closure of wounds from the spell, but in actuality to steal her body heat, "I'm less of a witch doctor by trade, I must have you know, and a practitioner of the scientific method, particularly in the natural sciences. It's not often I prescribe berries or lay hands such as this, but I've not seen anyone in as bad a state in some time. I must apologise if you aren't fully healed but it should at least give your body a head start that you might regain strength with a bit of rest. How do you feel?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cure Wounds using a Level 1 slot</div><div class="spoiler_body"> At 2019-11-16 15:31:28, Medb (uid: 2076) rolls: 1d8a3 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=141382) </div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Goodberry using a level 1 slot</div><div class="spoiler_body">Create 10 berries that heal 1HP each - Danae should probably eat all of them.</div></div>