#the mender

[m0nkienerd]

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[clickbaitcas]

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[elsewhereuniversity]

The Mender

The library is a stranger place than most on campus - the wyrms which consume words, corners where time doesn’t flow. The librarians themselves are, by and large, human - the circulation workers, the reference staff, the team in technical services, and the administration are all thoroughly human. They can answer, by and large, any question any student puts to them.

Except when they can’t.

When they can’t, they gently lead the student to a door - usually the exit.

By and large.

Sometimes the question requires an answer - something has been broken, and needs to be fixed - and then they lead them to another door. There’s no lock, no warning sigil, nothing to keep anyone away. It’s a thoroughly unimportant door, marked “Mending.”

At the bottom of the stairwell behind the door - a long stairwell, longer than seems possible - is a large room carved into stone. There is one desk in the center, and one of the fey sits at it, mending books. She looks up, expectantly, her eyes black pools as her fingers dance over the broken books, replacing the leather covers, resewing the spines with threads of sinew, using a thick glue to adhere loose bindings.

The student asks their question, and she answers.

And the student knows the answer, and seems to give up nothing. By and large.

Except the question is now hers.

When the next student comes in with the same unanswerable question, the librarians will gently guide them to the exit.

Few of them make it back to their dorm. The Mender has new materials, and a new answer for the next querent.

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[readerviews]

"The Mender" by Jennifer Marchman

A Read That Will Charm Your Intellect #books #bookreview #reading #readerviews

The Mender Jennifer MarchmanIndependently Published (2023)ISBN:  ‎ ‎‎979-8397298322Reviewed by Ephantus M for Reader Views (09/2023) Jennifer Marchman’s “The Mender” is an appealing blend of science fantasy and historical romance, and the first installment of The Mender Trilogy. The novel showcases an epic historical journey through pre-revolutionary Texas, through the adventures of a stranded…

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[chaoseatersandtheconquerors]

Name: Valentina (Aka Val)  Mosso

Alter Ego: The Mender

Powers: Can heal herself and others rapidly 

Member of the Conquerors

Notes: Though healers are common and usually stay at headquarters, she is a skilled fighter so she is able to go out on the field with a team

Adopted from @2mooche2-art 

[fairfieldprephq]

“This princess is guarded by a big brother, and it’s us against the world. ”

NAME: Braelynn Spencer West AGE: 16 GRADE: Junior BIRTHDAY: April 1st FACECLAIM: Marie Avgeropoulos

b a c k g r o u n d .

Once upon a time there was a ferocious monster that plagued the West family. The monster was lazy, and wrathful. Striking out blindly when provoked, and dealing unjust punishments. The only thing that soothed the monster was magical potions that made him feel like he was on a cloud. Or a wave. And while on this potion he felt as powerful as the giants from the sky, and there was no bean stock to take down. The only safety to be found was in the arms of a tarnished knight. But it wasn’t really a monster, or a magical potion, or even a tarnished knight.

It was a normal Tuesday night, and the monster was her father Ashton Quinton West. The potion was alcohol, and the tarnished knight was her brother Kace Tristian West. Most of the girl’s childhood was filled with covering bruises and learning how to act fine. Escaping to a world where everything was nonsense. Nothing was like how it truly was, because everything was what it wasn’t. And that’s why it was perfect. It was a perfect distraction that she would eagerly share in hushed whispers to her brother. The nightmare had truly begun when Willow Adrian West had enough and left the two with the face that haunted Braelynn’s dreams. With a hushed whisper and a soft kiss to the forehead, that was the last she saw and heard of the woman who offered small comforts in the blackened smog that was her life. The only beacon that was left was Kace, and Braelynn was fine with that. No matter what she knew he would keep her safe, he always had in the past. Taking the first hit, sometimes taking them all. It was on one such night that Ashton believed he wasn’t stoppable. One such night that Braelynn received the brunt of the hit.

One such night that was her brothers seventeenth birthday. The night was a blur, she barely remembered any of it. One minute she was sitting at the table, her father entering the room after calling out to the two. The next moment she was flying across the room, in any other situation it would feel magical. To be floating above the ground, feeling the wind whipping past her. But this moment was anything but magical. It was terrifying. The last thing she remembers about the night was pain, her hair wet, and an awful metallic scent wafting all around her before everything went black.

A dream so wonderful that everything made sense. That was what Braelynn was having. It was a nice dream, she was wearing a dress she’d seen once in a store that she would never be able to afford. Kace was there with his signature smile. Was it really signature if she’d barely seen it? Braelynn didn’t know, but he was smiling nonetheless. She recalled in the dream that there was a feast being held. People were cheering that the beast was finally dead. There was a celebration lasting about a week long. And then suddenly everything was bright. There were faces around her that came through as blurs.

She wasn’t sure how long had passed before she opened her eyes again. All she knew was what she’d heard people saying. “The poor thing, I wonder how she’s doing.”, along with the questions of what she’d done to get such a nasty injury. But Braelynn didn’t know. She wasn’t sure exactly what had happened. The last thing she remembered was Kace’s birthday. Even that was a blur to her, so many things didn’t make sense to the girl about the night. The nightmare was over however, and the two would live with Willow’s parents whom they’d never met.

The nightmare was over and Braelynn couldn’t be more excited to get back to her life. Or well, her new life. She’d laughed with her friends, made jokes with Poppy, and helped plan social events. Like always, if the nasty comments began she would leave. Some things would never change, and that was one of them. The girl loved Poppy like she was her own sister but she was venomous. That venom scared her at times, but she never felt it directed at herself. Perhaps it was because of how close her brother was with Poppy’s boyfriend. They had just finished celebrating her birthday, so Braelynn didn’t think much when Poppy, and Eve didn’t show up to class. Figuring they wanted to take the day to relax. Braelynn would never find out though. Poppy was gone so was Eve, and she wasn’t even sure if they were ever coming back.

p e r s o n a l i t y .

A gentle heart guiding the girl through a story crafted to protect herself. That’s what she was. A naïve girl who just wanted everything to be alright for everyone around. With a gentle voice and a soft demeanor, she fears she won’t be able to make the change necessary. Or even worse, that one day she’ll realize that the dream never ended. That the monster was never slain.  That the nightmares would never stop plaguing her mind. She was the opposite of the people you would see hanging out with Poppy. And perhaps that was the funny part of it. Another part, the darker part would whisper to her that the girl kept her around like she’d kept Eve around. Strictly for image purposes.

[thelonewolf69666]

When the pieces of your heart scattered, I was the scavenger. I searched until I found the last piece. When the pieces of my heart shattered, you were the hammer. You smashed until you destroyed the last of me.

The Healer With A Broken Heart

[lorelei-braddock]

Lorelei Cole

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NAME: Lorelei Cole (Adalynne Sawyer) AGE: 25 SPECIES: Midlander GENDER: Female MARITAL STATUS: @elibraddock

BIRTHPLACE: Unknown - Memory Loss BIRTH: Unknown - Memory Loss SIGN: Unknown - Memory Loss (Menphina)

CLASS: Conjurer (Healer) PROFESSION: Mender - no established practice. Mostly charitable. RESIDENCES: Currently: Crescent Company Building. She also visits friends in Gridania regularly.

[PHYSICAL FEATURES]

APPEARANCE:

HAIR: A deep red that falls to just beneath her shoulders. Wavy. EYES: Blue Green SKIN: Fair HEIGHT: 5′ 3 BUILD: Dainty and soft OTHER: TBD

[FAMILY]

SIBLINGS: Unknown - Memory Loss (Potentially) PARENTS:  Unknown - Memory Loss (Potentially) OTHER RELATIVES: 

ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: Lorelei has many friends and acquaintances from the years she spent in Gridania. Her former patients tend to hold her in high esteem. She is slowly getting to know those involved with Crescent and hopes to deepen those relationships as time moves forward.

Enemies/Rivals: None.

ANY PETS?: yes [  ] || no [ √  ] (But she desperately wants one)

[ATTRIBUTES]

BASICS:

• Strength – Below Average. Physical strength is considerably lacking. Lorelei is often viewed as frail, her frame dainty. Her strength is found in emotional fortitude and endurance under stress.

• Dexterity - Above Average. As a healer, Lorelei is often required to put her hands to complicated tasks. Making poultices, stitching wounds, and small, minor surgeries have ensured she is well in control of them.

                    Below Average. Her general sense of balance is atrocious.

• Constitution – Average. Lorelei is considered very healthy due in no small part to her profession. She is able to adapt to a number of scenarios with no issues.

• Intellect – Above average. Lorelei makes a point to continue to educate herself on an ongoing basis, especially after her accident. She indulges in a wide variety of reading material, paying particular attention to those that will enhance her craft. 

• Wisdom – Above Average. While her words sometimes seem flighty, Lorelei is very intuitive and retains quite a bit of knowledge on a variety of subjects. While she can be naive on some points the majority of the time she can provide useful advice and information.

• Charisma – Below Average. Lorelei is often thought of as shy and quiet, reserving her bubbly personality for those she knows best. Whether her silence is often adopted out of propriety or anxiety is unknown.

• Comeliness – Above Average. While she doesn’t go to great lengths to enhance her looks, the Mender does have a natural beauty most evident when her smile is in full bloom. 

[TRAITS]

—— POSITIVE ——

• Empathetic • Charitable • Honest • Intelligent

—— NEGATIVE ——

• Naive • Gullible • Weak • Easily Intimidated

[LIKES]

COLORS: All shades of green SMELLS:  Elijah. Paper. Herbs. Grass. FOOD: Fruits and Vegetables FRUITS: Berries DRINKS: Tea, Coffee, Hot Chocolate, and the occasional whiskey ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: yes [ x ] || no [    ] • Favorites?: Whiskey. Sweet Lorelei.

[DISLIKES]

COLORS: Dull, muted shades SMELLS: Ash. Burning.  FOOD: Anything too foreign. Strange dishes involving insects or strange parts of an animal. Etc. FRUITS: Coconut DRINKS: Potent Alocholic Beverates. ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Anything too strong.

[OTHER DETAILS]

SMOKES? yes [    ] || no [ √  ]

DRUGS?: yes [   ] || no [ √  ]

EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: yes [  ] || no [ √  ]