08-13-2020, 01:29 AM
Being the sage of the entirety of the Typhoon was stressful. To most, that would seem like a fairly obvious statement. After all, if you were the sole medic of an entire large group like the Typhoon, then you were going to be stressed out, weren't you? Still, that felt like such an enormous understatement when it came to how Roan felt on occasion, dealing with the near constant line of injuries that afflicted his friends and family. Part of him wished that he was able to ask for help more often, but honestly he knew that he was far too stubborn for that. Perhaps it was an inherited trait from the Roux side of his family, or maybe it was just something unique to him, but he felt like asking for help was losing. Especially when it seemed as though so few of the members within the group showed an actual interest in healing. How was he supposed to ask someone to assist and potentially learn from him, if they didn't actually give a shit about what they were doing? Not only would that breed a certain kind of distaste towards him from any potential apprentice, but it would also just lead to a lazy sage, in the end.
So, instead of going through the effort of trying to find someone to help him, Roan had decided to look into an... alternative method. Something else that would help relieve his stress, and something that was usually associated with sages and soothsayers anyways – magic. Specifically, potion making. It was something that he had looked into before, but he had never specifically done anything with it until now, mainly because he felt it was a crutch. He also wasn't sure how much he believed in whether or not it would work, but considering this was a world full of gods and shapeshifting... magic and potions didn't seem all that farfetched, at least not in the long run.
It had taken a few books – and even a little bit of asking around – for the sage to eventually find out how to make a potion for relieving stress. He'd gotten several different directions and recipes from the various sources he had consulted, but he decided to go with the simplest one first. After all, it was best to start off easy with a skill you had never practiced before, right? With that in mind, Roan had gathered up the supplies he needed, which was thankfully not a lot – just some water, a fire, and some lavender, along with a pot. Once he had snagged himself a pot from the tavern, along with a bit of water, he started a small fire in front of his house, carefully hanging the pot full of water over it. He waited carefully until the water was eventually boiling, idly shredding the lavender with his paws as he waited. The water began to bubble and boil before long, and he stood up on his hind legs, taking a deep breath before he dropped the lavender down into the pot, incanting softly, "Water of life, and fragrant lavender so sweet, empower this potion with your healing power. As I will... shall it be." He then fell back on all fours, glancing around self consciously to see if anyone had heard. The next step was to let the potion steep for a while, so he would be stuck waiting for the magical properties to catch up to him, at least for the time being.
So, instead of going through the effort of trying to find someone to help him, Roan had decided to look into an... alternative method. Something else that would help relieve his stress, and something that was usually associated with sages and soothsayers anyways – magic. Specifically, potion making. It was something that he had looked into before, but he had never specifically done anything with it until now, mainly because he felt it was a crutch. He also wasn't sure how much he believed in whether or not it would work, but considering this was a world full of gods and shapeshifting... magic and potions didn't seem all that farfetched, at least not in the long run.
It had taken a few books – and even a little bit of asking around – for the sage to eventually find out how to make a potion for relieving stress. He'd gotten several different directions and recipes from the various sources he had consulted, but he decided to go with the simplest one first. After all, it was best to start off easy with a skill you had never practiced before, right? With that in mind, Roan had gathered up the supplies he needed, which was thankfully not a lot – just some water, a fire, and some lavender, along with a pot. Once he had snagged himself a pot from the tavern, along with a bit of water, he started a small fire in front of his house, carefully hanging the pot full of water over it. He waited carefully until the water was eventually boiling, idly shredding the lavender with his paws as he waited. The water began to bubble and boil before long, and he stood up on his hind legs, taking a deep breath before he dropped the lavender down into the pot, incanting softly, "Water of life, and fragrant lavender so sweet, empower this potion with your healing power. As I will... shall it be." He then fell back on all fours, glancing around self consciously to see if anyone had heard. The next step was to let the potion steep for a while, so he would be stuck waiting for the magical properties to catch up to him, at least for the time being.
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