Died by Ultimate Faith, in order to rescue Lucius's soul from Arioch and get it back to his god. Now at rest.
Current status: Back with her husband, with her god.
A spotter's guide.
Species: Johnite medicus fluffballica. Claims that the Farley is also a member of the 'priest' genus are now confirmed.
Haunts: The Farley is likely to be found in the Temple of St John, up to her elbows in work.
Defining features: The Farley is fundamentally a gentle creature, unlikely to attack the observer without severe provocation. Usually to be seen wearing a worn-out grey tunic and a faintly harrassed but benign expression. The Farley is easily lured closer with the correct bait; clutching your side, screaming and falling over should work a treat. Babies are also a good choice.
Warnings: There is usually little to fear from the Farley, who is generally harmless and very approachable. Physical assault upon the Farley or upon anyone else in the vicinity is to be strenuously avoided, as this is a herd animal who will fight viciously in defence of its own. It is not uncommon for other species to leap to the defence of the Farley when the creature is threatened. Confronting or commenting to the Farley about her drinking habits is highly discouraged.
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It seems that the Fluffy Johnite has shed some of her fluff.
Nell is twenty-two, and the daughter of a Johnite priest. At the tender age of sixteen she moved from her village to Grantabrugge, and there she stayed, and is now a surgeon at the Temple of St John. And also, it lately appears, a priest. Is very very married to Lucius Peters as of last November; their daughters Sarah and Miriam were born on the 31st of July 1292, and are probably two of the most fuzzled-over babies in existence.
Nell has difficulty with the fact that she can't make the world better all by herself. She is an idealist who *likes* to believe the best of people, though of late she is finding it increasingly difficult to succeed in this. She hates not being able to help. Perhaps unsurprisingly, she works ridiculously hard at her job in an attempt to make as many people's worlds better as she can. She has been known to drive herself til the brink of collapse, although she tries (grudgingly) to stay within her limits these days. Mostly.
Nell Does Not Have A Drinking Problem. No, Really. Honestly. That... that bottle isn't mine.
Was (at least largely) responsible for inciting a lawful execution mob to go and attack Alric and Evangeline in the Temple of Humact.
Baaaaabies.
(Babies. Issbabies. ^_^)
(eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeLucius)
Current music: "High on a Hill." # High on a hill there's a sweet bird calling / All come together, are you in or are you out? / He sings of a time when the sky was falling / All come together, and be in no doubt... #
/BurnAwayMyShame [brief fic]
- When you say "solvent" do you mean "not bankrupt"? Or "sober"? --Jacob
- *grins* I leave that one open to interpretation. --Locksmith
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