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Post by Constantine on Apr 27, 2015 13:32:05 GMT -7
A tall fair-haired and skinned man leaned over his patient as he cleaned the wound before bandaging it. After he was done, he wiped his sweating face with a cloth. He had been working since the sun rose over the horizen, and now it was starting to set. A glance outside told him that his work was far from over. With a kind smile, the healer jumped back to task with eagerness. Waving away payment from his most recent patient, as he had been doing to all this day.
When Duncan finally closed down the clinic, well into the night, he was surprised to see a basket with food and coins waiting for him just inside the door. He tried in vain to see in the darkness who could have left it behind. In the end, he simply said a prayer to no god in particular for whoever it was before simply accepting it.
Faith Healer (+1 to Heal, and enables use of Heal as a Profession) 10+10=20 gp earned
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Post by Constantine on Apr 29, 2015 14:58:44 GMT -7
Duncan gazed forlornly at the Slums of Rook from the doorway of his clinic. A beggar overdosing on drugs in some back alley, a prostitute forced to work at the street corner, emaciated children slipping crumbs away from a failing food stand. All of these sights caused near-physical pain for the Aasimar. If there was ever anything that the gentle man was even capable of hating, it was the suffering of others.
With a determined look on his face, the paladin pushed off from the doorway to work his trade on those incapable of coming to his clinic. Recognized whether by sight or by name, he again pushed away payment from people who needed it more than him.
And like the previous day, he found a basket waiting for him on his doorstep, curiously untouched by any of the district's more desperate denizens.
Heal: 10+10=20 gp earned
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