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[Molly]

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She had been to every healer in Britain and noone could help her. They told her of a wise man who was very skilled with such things. She could not catch up to him. She had a good lead and she would go there.

Her thoughts were racing a mile a minute even as she was speaking to the healer. She still had to go to the Pixie hut to get her supplies for her elven healing potions. So much to do and all by tomorrow night if she could pull it all off it would be a miricle. Thank goodness that Starfire was also helping or she could never get it all pulled together in time.

She heard the door open behind her as the healer was showing her a map. She turned to see her old friend Wisteria the Druid standing there. What providence she thought to herself, a Druid healer. How wonderful she thought. She told her of her delema and Wisteria was more than willing to help how ever she could. She told her that she had been called to Britain by the Fates and she thought it must have been for this reason. They spent a while talking and they exchanged a few ideas. She was staying at the Inn and she would contact Wisteria there when the time was right.

She headed for the castle to talk to the tastetester, to see if she had any ideas about a cure. She dealt with poisons all the time and for lack of a better discription Utopia and any other drug was a poison. She was on her way out and saw the Sherriff of Britain, Orelen Reaucher talking to Wisteria at the gate. She explained the delema and he offered his help too. So many people were so willing to help. She just hoped it would turn out for the good.

As they stood talking, Adrian Ildaw of the The Ildaw Trading Company walked up. He also offered to help as best he could. She agreed to let them know when the time was right. She left them and went looking for an old friend of hers. She hoped he still frequented his old haunts.

She knew he frequented Britain to buy his herbs and potions and spent hours in the Virtue Hall. First she looked at the herbists and the magic shop but no luck. She found Raedyn standing in the Virtue Hall meditating. Quietly as not to startle him she walked up and whispered his name. He turned to face her and his look of concern gave her the feeling that he already knew what she was going to ask. He said that he had been expecting her. With a knowing smile he nodded, as she explained the problem.
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Grand Duchess Molly Kaldhel
Oracle of Truth
The House Gauntlet
Sanctus, Luna, Malas
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXoGDbJ5nLU
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"In politics, if you want anything said, ask a man. If you want anything done, ask a woman."
-Margaret Thatcher-

[Wolfe]

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Raedyn shook his head, his brow furrowed in concern. He listened quietly, assessing all of the details that Molly provided him, trying to memorize everything.

"Molly, the easiest way to cure such a thing is something I unfortunately cannot do. With the magic of the Light, perhaps, I could cure his ailment," Raedyn sighed loudly, crossing his arms, "But all I can do is provide something to ease the pain of withdrawals."

After discussing the matter for a few more moments, Raedyn bid Molly fairwell and promised her a package by messenger as soon as the elixir was prepared.

Raedyn rode swiftly to the Remedium, near Britain, and set to work in his lab, mixing and grinding herbs together. He extracted juices, crumbled dried components, boiled others, and eventually had a blackish liquid inside of a potion bottle. He corked it tightly and wrapped it in several layers of cloth. He then set it in a crate, amidst balled up wads of parchment, so as to pad the bottle moreso during delivery.

The messenger took the package apprehensively as Raedyn gave him the explicit instructions to take high care in delivering the package unharmed.

Returning to his lab, Raedyn sat down heavily on the stool there and leaned forward on the table, his eyes lost in thought as he gazed through his surroundings.

[Zendella Smythe]

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Silver orbed eyes stared into her own knowledge and comfort once more resting upon her mind. I will be well my friend. I promise. I shall meet you here each morning. The dragon did not speak he never did though he could certainly if he wished. Turning he bade her a silent goodbye in her mind and lifted his wings. The sun glinted off them like ice crystals dazzling the world around them.

He spiraled away slowly into the sky to unknown regions but she knew he was never far. She turned and found herself staring at an old sight, Lord Britishes throne. Orelen Reaucher and Adrian Ildaw stood speaking of important matters and she was quickly brought up to speed on the state of things in Britain.

It was ever becoming more clear to her upon why she was here.. Vampires owned half the city, a King turned a blind eye upon his people, and the regent was ill…

She would help how she could and perhaps her meeting with Molly was more than just the fates but a small part that would help Britain heal and the balance restored... She could not forget seeing the Duchess there asking for a healer, just as she entered , it couldn’t be more clear…