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[apurrstate]

Who: Anders + Open
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Tourist, if desired. In the Cargo bay
When: Now

[Anders wasn't the type to post to the network all that often, but he's also not usually in a position to need to ask for help, so, network it is.

There's a touch of uncertainty and hesitation to his baring when he starts the feed and, instead of being in the Tourist's clinic or one of the gardens as he usually is, he's in the ship's cargo bay. Open space seemed like the best thing for what he was trying to practice.]

The gifts Atroma delivered to us seem thoughtful enough, considering, but I find myself in need of some help with mine. I thought I could perhaps figure it out myself, but it hasn't worked out so far.

I know the terms are familiar to those from Thedas, but just in case they're familiar to anyone else: I'd like to speak to anyone who knows about 'Arcane Warriors' and 'Knight Enchanters.' I need help applying my knowledge of one to the other.

[A brief pause.]

To anyone else, I'm in need of a sparring partner. Anyone skilled with a blade willing to help out would be welcome. Thank you.

[And now he waits. He hasn't breathed a word about the Spirit Hilt sent to him...and knows there's some who didn't even know he could wield a sword, much less had in the past. Really, there were only two that would.

But desperate times and all that.]

Comments

[samahl]

I mean, if I'm going to end up injured again, then what better person to be around than the healer of Darktown? [And that's probably the closest he's going to let himself get to 'I know who you are and don't care.']

I could use more practice myself, either way. I tried to fight with Justice on the planet and ended up being a liability....

You don't happen to have advise for coping with loss of limb do you? As a healer,
I mean. [His voice manages to sound pretty casual, even as the subject is one that weighs heavily on him.]

[apurrstate]

[He winces a bit at the title and very nearly holds his breath, waiting for some sort of judgement or harsh word to follow. But none come and he's...relieved. Grateful. Confused. But his expression is trained into a careful impassive until he can school his emotions enough to not sound as though he'd just been set off-kilter.

It had been some time since anyone had come out and said anything about the whole thing, here or in Thedas. The latter mostly just due to limited contact from anyone not in a small settlement.]

I-well, training, I suppose. The Guard-Captain of Kirkwall would probably tell you the only way to make up for a missing limb is to keep practicing until you make up for it.
I'd say you should start smaller, train the muscles before practicing the moves so your body's ready for it.

How long has it been since you lost your arm? Does it still hurt?
[This he could definitely do, medicine was far more his comfort zone.]

[samahl]

It does, yes. And it will until it kills me.

[He says it so matter of fact, because he's come to terms with it. Or at least he's very good at pretending that he has. Honestly, he has to be matter of fact when it comes to his constant pain and inevitable death. Otherwise he's not sure how he would handle it.]

It's been six months, though the anchor was embedded in my hand for two years. The magic from the orb that gave it to me lingers. The removal of the limb delayed the magic's spread, but did not prevent it.

[Then, after a moment, because he's not about to turn down a talented healer,] Any aid in relieving the symptoms you might be willing to offer would be greatly appreciated.