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[flamehaired]

More memes for Os'golde. Descriptions F: Their interactions with their children, if they have them; P: Them sleepy. + TRUE END- Bittersweet ending. Some things go right, other things go wrong. Some sacrifices have to be made, but most people are happy in the end.

F: Their interactions with their children, if they have them

She had them....well, one. She’s very patient with children and enjoys letting them have some free reign to explore their interests. She would never hold a child back from doing something that they wanted to do or were interested in pursuing, as long as it wasn’t overtly harmful or like...something completely bad haha. She’s a very gentle and patient mom!

P: Them sleepy.

At the infirmary, Os’golde has a ton of plants on her desk. When she’s tired, she pushes them together and kind of fluffs up the fronds to hide her face as she puts her head on the desk and  takes a nap. She naps super surreptitiously, to make sure that no one sees her slacking...but normally it’s because she’s put in a lot of overtime at the infirmary and she hasn’t gone home for a proper rest.

TRUE END- Bittersweet ending. Some things go right, other things go wrong. Some sacrifices have to be made, but most people are happy in the end.

Os’golde was happy to be dying.

Happy -- because it made sense, to let go. There was no one left who needed her -- or perhaps, she had decided that after training at least a few students to carry on her work, there were others who could take her place. Eight hundred years after she had been born, she was ready to die.

Fingers curled around her last cup of tea as she sniffed its scent. Gods, it smelled so good. She would miss this, when she left. But her life was done -- her only son lay beneath the earth now, her husband burned to ashes by her own hand after he had turned into an undead abomination. She wanted to be with them; whether or not she would make it there, after years and years of shadow and blood magic warping her body and mind. The small woman sipped at her tea, savoring its flavor.

So many people had been saved. Perhaps not herself -- but then, she had never been in the business of self-preservation.

Her tea was a quarter done.

Was she really ready to let go? Yes, actually. She was tired of being alive. She had forced her body to her limits since the Winter of Woe -- pressing herself farther, and longer, in an attempt to find some ending point. But now she was content to stop, and rest.

She sat the empty cup down on the table, emitting a gentle sigh. Yes, she was ready to be done with this. It was easy enough to undo the blood magic that kept her heart pumping and veins flowing with the thick red liquid she had learned to manipulate. The spells came undone so easily when she reached for them -- as if they, too, were ready to be done.

Closing her eyes, Os’golde allowed herself to fall asleep for the last time.

@veiled-wyrmtongue-cache

[flamehaired]

For Os'golde! ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc. PRIDE. -What is your muses biggest flaw? Descriptions: M. Them in formalwear; T. Writer's choice.

ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like?

Patience, regret. Os’golde is a patient and kind person -- long-suffering and not easy to rouse to anger. She prides herself on being a good listener and a good doctor because she is steadfast in that conviction: never let a patient see you grow angry or frustrated. Often relatively soft-spoken, she’s generally very reserved and even a little bit shy in social settings! But she’ll listen to you as long as you want to talk.

But Os’golde has done a lot of things that make her mournful -- particularly where her mother and her son are concerned, as she lost both of them some time ago (her mother a LONG time ago, her son during the Third War). She wishes she was stronger than she is, more willing to compromise on her beliefs never to hurt anyone with her blood magic (or magic in general), because then she could have kept them alive.

PRIDE. -What is your muses biggest flaw?

Os’golde is a big proponent of little white lies...and what you don’t know won’t hurt you. A lot of her past is shrouded in mystery of her own design -- better for people to believe her a simple and earnest woman than own up to the mistakes she’s made. It is easier for someone to accept a blood mage who has turned into a blood mage because of the situation, rather than her personal choice, than someone who chose the profession of their own free will in the pursuit of more power.

M. Them in formalwear

Os’golde does not often dress up -- she’d prefer to be at home with a cup of tea and a book over going to a social event -- but when she does she enjoys to dress in long dresses, something more flowing and less form-fitting. She enjoys dark colors -- dark blues, dark reds, things like that. Anything that kind of is lovely but at the same time draws some attention away from her more middle-aged figure haha!

T. Writer's choice

Hmm...

Os’golde is really fond of knitting. Secretly. This isn’t something she tells people a lot -- because it makes her seem like the old lady she actually is -- but it’s been a hobby of hers since she was much younger than she is now.

@veiled-wyrmtongue-cache

[flamehaired]

mending report;

Dawnward Dawnbrook,

Late last Friday night I mended Lightward Siildore Frostlotus in the Dalaran Infirmary; she had been injured in the assault on the Nighthold. Lightward Frostlotus had suffered minor burns which had been treated during triage immediately after the event, and had had her arm severed during the confrontation with Gul’dan. Surgery was delayed until Friday because her arm needed to be found in the chaos, which took several hours -- thankfully, undeath spared the Lightward any sustained nerve damage because of the delay.

Using blood and shadow magic I reattached the Lightward’s arm and restored it to functioning order. The Lightward was officially released from the infirmary yesterday, although she will need to report to either you or I for physical therapy -- I am happy to continue handling this, as I know that death knights are a particular specialty of mine because of my magical affinities. In either case, she presently suffers from some lack of mobility and strength in her arm, which will need to be handled through therapy and mobility exercises. It is considerably less, however, than it could have been if the arm hadn’t been found. I expect that she will regain most, if not all, of the mobility in her arm over time, with mild scarring and some weakness in the reattached muscles where they were severed.

I will leave it in your best judgment to decide when she is fit to return to the field; in my professional opinion, I would recommend at least another three weeks of physical therapy before she is allowed to return to battle. Although death knights are in a unique position to recover quickly from serious damage, I am worried that the shadow mending may be ill-equipped to handle a rushed diagnosis, and will work better when combined with rest and rehabilitation.

There is one thing I wish to bring forth for your consideration: shadow and blood magic do not particularly allow me to assess whether there has been any fel corruption or other corruption of the recently attached appendage. I would suggest that you or another qualified light user meet with Lightward Frostlotus and ensure that the limb isn’t harmed by its contact with Gul’dan. I am happy to find a volunteer if you do not have any suggestions as to who may be equipped to handle such a task.

If you have any questions please let me know.

Sincerely,

Lightward Os’golde Firefall

@jonathan-nevermore-smith @retributionpriest

[flamehaired]

Blood Shaper :: 

The true power of the Blood Shaper comes from themselves at a great cost- these self sacrifices inflict injury upon the caster in order to greatly benefit their allies. The men and women who follow this path bear a difficult burden.

@thesunguardmg

[flamehaired]

the first rule of fight club;

The last person to teach her staff work had been Aiden -- his strong, tanned arms were still as clear in her memory as the last time she had seen them, waving goodbye from the road to her home. Aiden, her husband, had been the one to place a weapon in her hands. You will need to protect yourself one day, my love. Yourself and our son. His voice was warm, rich and smooth -- perfect to listen to, and easy to laugh. Os’golde had loved lessons with him in the early mornings, when the dawn broke over the woods surrounding their home.

The woods was different now, but somehow the man standing in front of her still reminded her of Aiden. Shahin was Sin’dorei -- not human, not anything near to a sailor in his blood knight attire. They should not resemble one another, and yet, the easiness with which they laughed, even in the midst of training, was something familiar to her heart. It was that thought that brought back the memories of staffwork she had tried so hard to forget. Everything about Aiden, she tried to forget. As Shahin spoke the words to begin the practice duel between them, Os’golde knew she would be rusty. Her feet and arms had not followed the paths of practice drills for many years. But somehow...she remembered. The first swing of her quarterstaff brought back every memory she had tried to forget. The benefit of the staff, for you, is the evening of the playing field. To a tall opponent, you are suddenly a threat. Your small figure is no longer a liability, but an asset. She had lunged, moving into combat range with the speed she had developed after months and months of chasing after the Sunspears she now trained with. When she had joined the Sunguard she was easily tired. Months of private training -- running, so much running -- had left her only a few steps behind the faster, plated warriors at every turn. There was something about the Sunspear unit that made her nostalgic for a time in which she thought as they did. Although she had never been a front line fighter before, Os’golde wished to be one now. She would do whatever it took to keep them safe. Shahin was a fierce fighter -- she could see it in every movement and aggressive yet, strangely beautiful motion. Although the quarterstaff was not his expertise, he wielded it with professionalism. Os’golde leaped backwards as he aimed for her head, catching her in the shoulder. The two watched one another before Os’golde struck again, aiming for his head -- and then was forced to disengage as he slammed his staff into her hands. The thought struck her as she leaped away, innate shadow mending already knitting injured skin and bruises back together. I can win this. He was polished and keen in his art -- and it would be a challenge. But Os’golde knew better than to underestimate the abilities she had learned from Aiden’s hand. Hundreds of years she had lived on this planet -- and for a brief few years before the Third War, she had learned to let down her promise of pacifism and take up arms in the name of defense. Os’golde would never be a warrior. The tenants and oaths of healing had been ingrained into her soul before she had grown. She would not be someone who could easily kill as she stared them in the face. But she could protect those she loved. She would grow stronger, and faster, if only to protect them. And as Shahin jabbed his staff straight at her face, she did not flinch. Remembering the lessons ingrained in her marrow from the man who had loved her most, she ducked, and lunged, and swept the Sunspear off of his feet. It was the culmination of all the strength she had earned over the past few months. And although her footing and staff work was awkward, it was still fresh enough that she remembered a few little tricks. The words I yield! Had never seemed so pleasant.

@retributionpriest @trained-trainwreck @lissanaria

[flamehaired]

24; bugs

24: What disgusts your character? -- "Get it -- away!" The sound of sudden, anxious yells reached the ears of many menders that day. On top of her desk, Os'golde clutched the hem of her robes, pulling them up. As if the centipede that was slowly meandering across the office floor was the most terrifying thing she had ever seen. "Someone..." her eyes flicked up to the people who were crowding the door. A sheen of blush crossed her cheeks as she realized that they were all staring. Not at the bug, but at her: completely out of character for her normal placid demeanor. Taking a breath and attempting to right her skirts, Os'golde managed to collect her sensibilities, before pointing at the offending insect. "I would be grateful if someone would....get rid of it." Her voice cracked slightly as she added: "Please."

[flamehaired]

mending report;

The nap had been sorely needed. As had the sleep. (And the blood transfusion, she admitted to herself quietly; blood magic was always best done with extra on hand -- and surgery most of all. It wouldn’t do to pass out on her patients.) Os’golde sat back down at her desk, yawning softly as she pulled a piece of parchment and a pen into her hands, sitting them down gently on her well-organized desk.

Dawnward Dawnsworn,

I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing to inform you, as the Suncaster Liason, of a recent mending that took place last Tuesday within the Dawnspire Infirmary. Lightward Vivvienne Duskcatcher requested mending of her injured hand. Her hand had been bitten by wild hounds during her volunteer service in Tottenham -- and a week prior by fel hounds. While a previous mender had seen to the external wounds, she had extensive nerve damage to her hand, leaving it functionally useless.

Utilizing blood magic, I performed surgery to reconnect and rehabilitate the nerve endings that were still in functioning condition. Her hand is functional once more -- although she may experience some numbness in the pads of her fingers. I was not able to fix everything.

She will be returning for therapy and rehabilitation; I sent her home with average pain medication and a list of rehabilitation exercises she is to perform at home. Outside of her hand, she’s very physically healthy; I saw no reason for her to remain in the infirmary on bedrest, provided she was gentle with the hand. She is, in my opinion, perfectly fit to attend the campaign in Suramar -- provided she doesn’t attempt to lift any heavy objects or become a swordsman any time soon.

If you have any questions please let me know.

Emberward Os’golde Firefall

@dorksworn @monster-pirate

[flamehaired]

dm mission: arcanic anomalies

@thesunguardmg @dorksworn

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Testing fal’dorei webbing for its sterile qualities. The webs are suffused with arcane magic -- making it easy enough to have a Suncaster or other arcane-inclined Dawnmender sterilize them. The fact that they are easily cleansed by simple means denotes an ability to quickly create sterile bandages via magical weaving in our hands. If we respin the webs into tighter threads, I believe they could be used for other purposes as well. The web contains a measure of flexibility -- presumably to hold any manner of victims in place. It is possible that a weaver could create flexible and comfortable restraints for those patients suffering seizures or conditions rendering them unable to control their movements. Testing a few of the webs in a simple woven pattern by my own hands reveals that the webs combine and flex just enough to remain comfortable, but are incredibly sturdy for durable use. Resterilization has proven to be a minimal issue, easily repeated by the same mage who applied the spell at the onset. Examining it for its use in more specific medical applications has additionally proven fruitful. Knowing that the webs can be respun into tighter strings and thread, and also knowing that the arcane properties of the webbing allow them to easily be sterilized of their impurities, I tested their use as a dissolving suture available for large injuries and internal injuries alike. There are shadow mending spells that can be placed inside of living flesh to encourage it to close and mend together naturally. Weaving together a spell for longer-term mending with a spell to slowly dissolve the webbing has proven more difficult. I have practiced on less rare threads initially -- ones that hold their sterility less readily. To create a dissolving spell that works only when you wish it to, and to ensure that it does not harm the organs around it, is much more difficult than I anticipated. It will require more testing before I readily apply the combination of spells to any precious Fal’dorei thread. However, for its use in magical stitching for external wounds, I believe that the webbing will prove invaluable. Able to hold its sterility and equally capable of being imbued with shadow magic to mend the afflicted area more readily, I believe that they could hold any number of enchantments useful for mending large scale injuries requiring stitches. They are even capable of holding blood magic within their fibers: something we could consider for use in creative transfusion possibilities. Blood magic is also capable of acting as a catalyst for larger works of magic; I could not think of an application within these fibers specifically, however, but I contemplated the use of a woven mixture of Fal’dorei webbing and blood magic to create more flexible and practical bindings for burns and lacerations. Overall I think that my small experiments with the material were a success. I would be happy to talk to you further regarding my findings, and present you with more documentation on your request. If we acquire more of the webbing, I would like to try more experimentation with the application of blood magic -- and I would be happy to assist in retrieval once more. Sincerely, Emberward Os’golde Firefall