Jolted [Solo]

Another day with Lym in the Temple brings chaos as always.

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Jolted [Solo]

Postby Serrif Von Chatlyn on November 3rd, 2011, 2:43 pm

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52nd Fall 511AV


Serrif was beat, he had been up for a full day now, not even able to take a break at night. He had spent all of the night finding things to create the daggers that Ildin said he needed. And once they were made it was daybreak meaning that he was due at the Suvai Pavilion. And even before all this mess Ildin had run him hard almost up until nightfall that same day. And now he was due at Lym’s lab to help her as he always did. His body ached incredibly now and all he wanted was some sleep. But he could do that after he finished up his day in the lab with Lym. He would be able to just go to his tent and lay down; something that he had wanted to do all day. But he wasn’t going to skip on Lym especially since he was going to be leaving the Isle here in almost no time at all. So knowing this he knew that he would have to do everything in his power to keep himself learning. Because he didn’t know what would await him when he left the isle. But he knew that he had much still to learn; and he would stretch himself this once if he had to.

He stretched some as he walked from the Suvai pavilion to the Opal Temple. The walk helped him gather himself and gain focus even though his body ached. Every step felt like it was pained, and his hands were still bleeding a little from the climbing he did on the rocks to find those shells. But he had gotten the work done and in the end that was what mattered to him the most. He had a pair of daggers that would forever remind him of Mura. And that was well worth what he paid for them and more. The craftsmanship poured into them was magnificent and he appreciated the work that was put into them. But that didn’t stop his body from feeling like it was lackadaisical. He was tired, there was no denying it. But he knew he would have to just push on and hope he could keep himself from burning down something or killing someone. This was relatively uncomfortable but the rising sun warming his skin helped him feel a little more aware. He was slowly gaining motion as he reached up and ran his hand over his face every now and then to help stimulate his nerves to keep himself from falling asleep while walking.

While walking along the winding path towards the Temple he caught glimpses of sunlight from between the trees leaves. He smiled and knew he would miss all of this terribly. He didn’t know if beauty like this existed outside of Mura, and he doubted that it did. But he also knew that he could come back eventually. But just how long this eventually was well…who knew. But he was going to appreciate all of this as long as he could. As he walked back into town he passed several other Konti students heading the other way, ready for a day of sparring. His morning was finished he had things to tend to. They would shoot him glances as he walked mostly because they could see the blood seeping from between the gaps in his fingers. He didn’t care it was all part of the healing process. And now that he wouldn’t be breaking the scabs open every ten seconds he believed they would finally get some healing done. Or maybe Lym could help him with this, maybe some herbal remedy for his pain? Maybe something to help him heal? He was sure Lym knew of something one way or another that could aid him on one of the many facets he was struggling in right now.

But the beauty of the isle was helping to keep his mind from going completely blank and him just passing out on the ground to sleep. He wasn’t that tired yet…was he. He could not be sure when or if he would just doze off. His feet finally met pavestones and he smiled. This meant he was finally in the town’s main center. He knew how to get to the Opal Temple from here, he had walked this route so many times he could do it in his sleep. And this may be the perfect test of that. He was almost walking on autopilot now. Is this what the undead felt like? Just walking around on autopilot all the time, that brought up an interesting set of questions in his mind but in all reality he wasn’t sure if he wanted to really know what the undead felt like. The sunlight was really the only thing keeping him aware at this point. The fact that it was gently soothing his cold skin. It was interesting how at night he had to try so hard to keep himself awake, yet during the day it was like his body wanted to keep himself awake and aware. Like he had things to do…maybe that was because he actually did have things to do.

Every step was almost punishing to his tired body. He felt distant but he was indeed still here walking on the cobblestone street toward the Opal Temple. Soon enough he found himself passing through the iron gates and his feet on the stairs. It was almost foreign to him, like a dream that he was living out in his head. His feet hit the inside of the temple and he knew where to go…He knew where Lym’s lab was, he had walked the path hundreds of times in all kinds of circumstances. He knew where he was going well. So he just walked trying to keep his eyes open so he could see. Because there was always a chance of running into things you couldn’t see when your eyes were closed shut. And he hadn’t yet gotten down the skill of being able to navigate busy hallways with his eyes shut. That was a skill he feared he would likely never learn correctly. And did he really have a use for it anyway? He didn’t think so.

He finally got to Lym’s lab door and he pushed the familiar wooden door open and moved inside. Like many mornings before she was sitting at the table reading a book. Likely another exercise for today of some kind, as she looked up she noticed how off Serrif looked. More than he had ever looked before now. But she also saw that he had acquired himself a pair of daggers hanging on a weapon harness. He brought a backpack in with him and well his hands….they were bleeding. She stood and observed him as he sat his pack down against a wall then took a seat. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something then didn’t…what was going on with him? He seemed fatigued, no he was past fatigue she could see it in his eyes. He was hardly awake at all.

“Hold on there while I brew you something Serrif.” She said as she then took some long full tea leaves and heated water. She poured the hot water in a large teacup then placed the long leaves inside the water. They seeped for a good five minutes before she took a small spot of honey and put it into the tea as well. She then walked over and handed the tea to Serrif. “Here you are drink it slowly.”

Serrif didn’t say anything he merely nodded his head and slowly started sipping on the warm liquid. The honey made it enjoyable for him, and the taste was pretty strong as well. He looked down into the white tea cup and noticed several things about the tea. It was much darker than any of the other teas he had ever had. It was a deep dark reddish orange almost black with how intense the color was. The smell was strong as well telling him that it was indeed a very strong tea. He kept on sipping the tea and slowly as the warm liquid settled in his stomach he began to feel a little more alive. His stomach quit churning over and well it settled down. His energy level slowly rose, but slowly. He was coming to and well the tea felt good in his stomach. He breathed more evenly and slowly got his composure back. He closed his eyes for only a moment and didn’t sleep; no he didn’t even really feel all that tired any more. He opened his eyes and nodded.

“Much better.” He said as Ildin smiled and nodded.
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Jolted

Postby Serrif Von Chatlyn on November 3rd, 2011, 2:43 pm

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“It should be. That is black tea, also known as red tea but they are the same thing.” She said preparing herself a glass of the same.

“It helps when you really need a pick me up, and is better tasting than any coffee mixture.” She admitted as she finished seeping his leaves and then began sipping her tea with him. “After I finish my cup I’ll teach you how to make it.” A smile crossed her face as she knew that he would have a real use for this mixture. It seemed he had plenty of mornings where he didn’t sleep for one reason or another.

“ I would like that.” Serrif admitted as he continued to sip on the warm honey mixture. It seemed the taste of warm honey calmed his stomach down a good amount. He would have to remember that for the future…and get himself some honey too.

For about a good three or so minutes the two of them sat there sipping on tea composing themselves for the day ahead of them. Serrif didn’t know what to expect but there were almost no ‘ordinary’ days around here. There was always some challenge to meet…which he didn’t mind rising to at all. It was what kept him sharp and on his toes. It was this presence of mind that kept him guessing at what the next day could and would bring with it. It was this that kept him constantly learning and adapting. He knew that he needed to learn many more things before leaving Mura. And he would start with how to make this wonderful tea. Lym smiled and set her empty glass down on a table and then motioned for Serrif to follow her. He sat his cup down and she exited into the garden.

Again it was refreshing to feel the sun’s light on his body. He breathed deep and Lym smiled. “Let’s start small; do you know how to identify an actual tea plant?” She gently introduced the question to him as she turned around to look at him.

Serrif looked around and well he thought he remembered what the tea plant looked like. It was a shrub really, not a tree. Generally could grow to be very tall but most were about waist to body high if they were taken care of. They also had slender leaves that grew all over. And, if it was the right time of year, which it was, then they had a white bowl like flower with yellow little nectar spires. This colorful signal should make them easy to spot for him. So he looked around for this flower to help him mark the plant. It should be easy for him to spot. He looked and then saw what appeared to be the flower of interest. He then nodded and spoke. “I think it’s over there with the white flower.”

She looked and nodded walking over to it. “Now as you can see the plant is like a bush really. There are plenty of leaves the question is which to choose to make tea.” She stepped back and let Serrif look at the plant carefully.

Serrif felt through the leaves and she was right they were all different sizes. But he did see a pattern. The ones higher up were smaller, likely because they were the newest. The ones on the bottom were much larger because they were grown first. He pondered but could only come up with one definitive reason. “I would guess the larger one but only because I saw you do it.” He admitted as he stepped back.

That was one of Serrif’s more admirable traits, he spoke his mind and well didn’t feign competency when he didn’t know something for sure. She didn’t know if that made him a good or bad herbalist but she knew it made him a great apprentice. But she had seen him grow substantially in his skills. And she knew that she would give him a substantial raise this season before he left Mura. Mostly as a going away gift as well as because his skills were far above those of an apprentice now; she was only polishing his skillset. He had the skills present; he just had to learn how to use them. She knew he was exactly what the Order called for even if they wouldn’t admit it to themselves completely. That was why she had pushed for him to be the one selected to go abroad. She knew he didn’t really belong here, he wasn’t Konti. He had a much shorter life and well she wanted him to make the very best of it. She knew he could do the most good away from the island; where he could make his own way.

“You likely know that the bigger leaves are the more mature ones. When making a very dark tea like the one this morning you use the biggest most mature leaves. They have the biggest buildup of minerals and such in them. But make sure not to crush the leaves up. If you brew the entire leaf the minerals seep out evenly without all the mess. If you break them the tea forms faster yes, but has a slightly different taste to it because of all the excess that leaches into the tea.”Serrif nodded realizing she was telling him very valuable information that he could apply to many other things especially when making herbal teas and such.

“And you leave the smaller ones so they can mature.” Lym nodded and spoke again.

“Yes and some of the medium sized leaves can be used too, but be aware that if you pick too many off the plant it will die.” Another valid point only take as much as you actually need. It was a lesson in balance really. If you kept taking and taking there would be nothing left and the plant would die. But if you took only what you needed the plant could continue to thrive for a good long time. Which was the goal when you planted things. You wanted them to last awhile. Not wither and die in a season.

She then nodded and took Serrif back inside. That was all she needed to tell him really in regards to the tea. Her focus shifted now that he was aware. She was a little worried about is hands. “Serrif your hands how did they get that beat u p?” She asked but she had a good idea of how they ended up that way.
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Jolted

Postby Serrif Von Chatlyn on November 3rd, 2011, 2:44 pm

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“Climbing rocks near the sea, they cut into my hands I should’ve worn gloves or something.” Lym looked over his hands and nodded.

“Yes it is good you learned this here where there are healers to tend to such things.” She then pulled out some roots and laid them on the table. “Let me teach you how to make this numbing cream then.” She said as she pulled out a knife as well as a mortar and pestle. He hoped she wouldn’t ask him to mash the root up. That would be rather unpleasant. But he walked over anyway and waited for her to put him to task.

“Now cutup those roots into pieces and I will refine them in the mortar for you.” She could tell the latter part caused him to relax some as she instructed him. She wouldn’t put him through that kind of pain, no not when his hands were as messed up as they were. So instead she was going to put him through the easy paces.

He did as she asked and with the knife he cut up the roots into pieces that were much more manageable for a mortar to handle. He sliced carefully and tried to make as uniform of pieces as he could manage, he didn’t know if that made a difference or not in the long run so he tried to keep things consistent. Such things seemed to be important in philtering and herbalism. Exact measurements and such were important, but he got the impression that ratios were more important. But he wasn’t completely sure, he did know that he would have to learn some mathematics or a system of accurately measuring in order to make more accurate measurements and tailor medicine to meet a client’s exact needs. Because the truth was every person was different and he believed that mathematics could help him account for this in one way or another. So he would have to learn it and adopt it for himself in order to use it.

He presented the chopped up root to Lym and she nodded then taking the root and pulverizing it with the mortar and pestle. She did so until the mixture was a powder but it still had some sap and such in it so it stuck together like a thick liquid of some kind. She then nodded to him and spoke some. “Now what you need to do is add water and mix it until it reaches a paste like consistency. Then you will have what you need to filter it.”

He nodded and did as she had instructed him. He gently introduced small amounts of water from a cup. Not more than a simple sip of water at a time went into the mixture as he then used the pestle to mix in the water gently. He didn’t apply a whole lot of pressure mostly because his hands still stung from his little climbing adventure. He would rather just get the job done without injuring himself right now. Usually he didn’t mind pain but when he was tired as he was now and his body just ached he liked to avoid pain because it was an annoyance. And he didn’t have a good reason to push himself right now, so he didn’t. He mixed in another sip of water and well it seemed the mixture was reaching the consistency that Lym had called for now. Lym watched then nodded.

“That is right now put it on your hands and let it sit for a little. Just put it on all of your hands but especially where you have cuts. It will help you heal and it will also numb your wounds some.”

He reached into the mortar and felt the consistency of the paste between his fingers. It wasn’t coarse so it would spread easily, but it smelt pretty earthy. It really honestly just smelt like dirt. He put some on his pointer finger and applied it on the cuts on his other hand. There was a good amount of this paste so it would easily cover both of his hands wounds and a good amount more as well. So he spread it on his hands carefully. It didn’t sting the open wounds but it did sooth them a decent amount. This spurred him on to spread it on his other hand as well. It seemed to be cleansing the wounds as well as numbing them…which was a wonderful thing. He sat and well knew he really couldn’t do anything with his hands while the mixture sat and soaked into his skin. Lym smiled and then talked with him some while he healed up.

“That root is common especially near Riverfall. It can be prepared just like this and it is quite effective on open wounds or just numbing parts of the body that ache.”

Serrif nodded and remained sitting in the chair for a little while longer while the paste soaked into his skin. It did this pretty fast and well left behind a somewhat powdery mixture. He washed this off in a bucket full of water and well his hands felt much better. It was quite an increase over how his hands felt only moments before. “Better?” Lym questioned.

“Yes indeed.” He said with a smile as he noticed the look of the wounds had improved a good amount as well. That was good maybe his wounds would heal faster than he first thought. That would be a welcome change to how he thought this was going to work out for him.

“You are going to need your strength today. You will be working the clinic we are short staffed today. And you are a valuable asset.” Serrif nodded and then looked to her for a little more guidance as he posed a question.

“And what will I be doing? Just anything?” Lym nodded

“You will be doing whatever is needed of you. That ranges but all kinds of people show up needing anything from a cut stitched to a bone reset. I am confident in you and your abilities with medicine. So I know you will be a valuable asset. And it pays to have some experience in such things Serrif. You never know when bedside manner will be useful.”

He knew she was right, as always he also knew that he would need a good amount of tools and medicine to do this correctly. So he stood and stretched some, he felt good right now and better since Lym had made him tea and the root based rub that helped cleanse and numb his hands. He wasn’t sure if it would do him good to be putting his injured hands on people though…that may not be the best idea. So he would need gloves of some kind. Because none wanted a bloody doctor touching them. It didn’t give off a good or pleasant image.
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Postby Serrif Von Chatlyn on November 3rd, 2011, 2:44 pm

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“Are there any gloves about?” He asked looking around somewhat to see if there were any. Lym shrugged.

“I think it may be best that you stay here…being that your hands are a little messed up. Tell you what. I will tend to the clinic and tell you what medicine they need. Then you and I will make it and send it back up to them.”

“That’s a much better idea to me.” Serrif said with a relative sigh of relief. He knew that he could operate this equipment with his hands a little messed up, but tending to wounds usually required that your wounds were tended to as well.

He nodded as Lym then instructed him before she left. “Take down some glassware so we will not have to go looking for it when I get back. Put it all on that table over there and when I get back we will start.”

With a nod she closed her door and went out to the clinic to make a list of what they needed. They weren’t very busy today but her and Serrif would be the tending herbalists as people came into the clinic today. They would be producing all of the medicine that they needed for the clinic but didn’t have on hand for the day. A big and lofty responsibility for her to put on her pupil. But she knew that he could handle it even if his hands were slightly messed up. He was a driven man with plenty of ambition about him. And as such she knew that he could and would drive himself to preform even if he was injured and hurting a little. She knew that his simple wounds wouldn’t mean he couldn’t do the duties asked of him. And as such she wanted to see just how much he could handle as well.

He went about the shelves and found the glassware he wanted to get out. He made sure all of it was grouped correctly and laid out on the table in a way that would allow it to be easily accessed later. Because he knew that when they needed stuff the requests would come quickly and he likely wouldn’t get any kind of reprieve from them until they were relieved. He put everything on the table and grouped them by the type of glassware and then made sure they also had a bucket of water in case they had to quickly wash out any glassware to use it again. He then looked through all of the separate pieces making sure they didn’t have any residue in them left over from previous experiments. That could and likely would throw any mixtures they made off and maybe even make them toxic as well. This meant that he needed to make sure beyond belief that they were clean. So he picked them up one by one and looked them over. He looked for any imperfections, residual anything inside the glass and even around the necks of the glassware. The details were important here because exact measurements determined life and death.

He waited and several minutes later Lym came back with a piece of parchment. She set it in the work area and then tied back her hair with a piece of ribbon. Serrif knew that this meant business. He had never seen her pull back her hair before as she looked to Serrif with a smile. “Let’s see if we can’t knock this out.” She picked up and handed the list to Serrif along with some gauze.

Serrif wrapped his hands making sure that he could still move his fingers. He knew he needed to help Lym in any way possible. He knew that there was quite a day ahead of him. He checked and made sure that his hands could still move. They didn’t hurt as much now, and he was sure that he would be able to use his hands to help Lym. He nodded and then looked to Lym who smiled and stretched.

“We have all of the ingredients we will need to make everything on the list so all we will need is to start making the medicine.” That was all stated matter of factly like that was all they had to do. Truth was that he knew they would be kept busy making medicine almost all morning and likely well into the day as well.

“Right where do we start?”

“It would be good to get the fever reducers done first and then work our way to numbing paste like I made you. We will have to make everything in large but precise batches in order for this to be worth our time.” Serrif understood immediately what she meant because he knew they couldn’t waste their time making small batches of medicine because they would never get it all done in time.

He set to work getting the bark he needed and ground it up with the mortar and pestle. He did this and made sure to position the pestle in such a way that it was in an area of his hand that didn’t hurt and where the bandaging was the thickest. He ground up the bark to a fine dust and then put it in a flask with water. He kept grinding up bark into a fine powder quickly but the entire time he made sure quality was still kept. He made sure that it was all ground up into a very fine powder without any chunks in it. That would throw off the mixture. Everything here was about proportions and he knew that everything had to be kept in balance, otherwise you weren’t making medicine instead you could be making poison. He knew he was making a batch that was twice as large as his normal one, so the measurements were just twice as much. Easy calculations really.
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Postby Serrif Von Chatlyn on November 3rd, 2011, 2:46 pm

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He brought the liquid’s temperature up and he remembered what Lym had told him about this mixture. Too much heat and it would be destroyed but too little and it wouldn’t seep into the water enough to form a medicine. It was a delicate balance that needed to be maintained. He watched and made sure to keep the heat enough to make it warm but not enough to boil it. He was sure a rolling boil would likely destroy the mixture. He watched and when he saw the first little bubbles forming indicating it may start boiling he removed it some from the heat. Then when it looked like it was getting to cold he put it back on the flame a little. Eventually he got the distance right and he left it there until the water became slightly tinted. He then put the mixture through a glassware tower he constructed to filter the bark particles. He made a three step filter for the mixture.

The first was a coarse filter that likely wouldn’t filter much but it would help. The second step was a finer filter that would help filter out some more particles, but the real test came at the fine filter at the end of the tower. That would filter out most of the particulates and leave only the medicine at the end. But to do this he had to put the mixture into a drip flask. So he got one and then made sure that the valve on it wasn’t being obstructed by anything. He knew that he didn’t want to start draining the flask until he was good and ready. And if Lym had any malfunctioning glassware he knew she would want to know about it so that she could replace it quickly. He looked one over and messed with the valve. It all seemed to be functioning well so he closed the valve and poured the bark mixture into it. He then capped it off with the glass stopper and then assembled his glass tower like he had outlined in his head. Placing each filter in its appropriate position and making sure everything was tight so there would be no leaking. He then set the drip flask on the top and turned the valve releasing the bark mixture into the glass filter tunnel

Glassware assembled :
Yellow on the top is the bark mixture, first salmon color is coarse filter, green is finer filter, blue is finest filter.
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Ah he predicted the first filter didn’t catch anything at all, which told him he had done a good job grinding up the bark in the first place. The mixture pretty much passed right through like the filter wasn’t even there. But it was good to step your filters even if at times they didn’t always seem like they were needed. The second filter caught very little it caught mostly odd shaped and sized particles this told him that he needed to grind the mixture a little better and thoroughly in the future. However the last filter caught plenty as it was meant to filter out the most. The liquid dripped through but it was filtering. The results were a fine brownish liquid at the end that smelt heavily of earth. As it should because it was only ground up bark. He left the liquid filtering knowing that it would finish when it finished there was really nothing he could do to speed it up.

Lym was busy making something as well, it looked like more numbing crème like she had prepared him only moments ago. “Next.” Serrif said as Lym looked up to see the philtering tower he had built.

“Yes, the mushroom sedative we will need some of that for numbing.” She said as Serrif nodded and then gathered another set of glassware for that.

He remembered he would need two flasks, a condenser, water bladder and the hookups for it. He had the glassware soon enough and the leather bladder as well. He attached the hook ups for the bladder and then filled the entire thing with water and made sure it all circulated right. He pumped the bladder like a heart and all the water flowed correctly. And there were no leaks which was good. He then set the condenser and bladder aside and hooked up the rest of the glassware. He cut the mushrooms up into small pieces and then put them into the rounded thick boiling flask. Then he put in the appropriate amount of acid and quickly attached it to the glassware. He then proceeded to pump the water filled bladder to cool off the vapor that came from the mixture. It condensed and moved through the condenser and dripped into the final container at the end. Eventually the somewhat violent mixture cooled down and he was left with a decent amount of unfiltered product.

Glassware :
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But he knew he wasn’t done there. He had to filtrate it more to get out all of the impurities further. He constructed another glassware tower and acquired another drip flask as well as some glassware tubes and a few fine filters. When one knew a mixture had to be filtered perfectly you were always careful that nothing went wrong. He didn’t want to kill anyone. He made a two stage filter consisting of a fine and a very fine filter set. Both of them made of fine fabric soaked in a mixture of some kind to help chemically balance the mixture. He wasn’t sure what but he would have to have Lym tell him what it was sometime. But right now he didn’t have time to worry and think about it. He needed to make this mixture for the clinic. He built his tower and then poured his unfiltered product into a drip flask which he again checked before he used to make sure everything worked correctly. It passed inspection so he built it into the tower.

Glassware :
Blue is fine filters first is fine second is extra fine. Red is the unfiltered mixture.
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Jolted

Postby Serrif Von Chatlyn on November 3rd, 2011, 2:47 pm

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He turned the valve and the mixture filtered through the tower thanks to gravity. It passed with relative ease through the first fine chemically treated filter. He saw that it got a little lighter and clearer through it as well. This was good because he knew he was looking for a perfectly clear and scrubbed liquid at the end. He watched as it moved through the last filter very slowly and the liquid that dripped off was clear. But there was very little of it as compared to the flow from the first filter. This was good because it meant that the liquid was indeed being scrubbed clean. He nodded and noticed that his first glassware tower with the bark mixture had finished filtering. He first turned the valve on the drip flask and then slowly started deconstructing the tower from the top down. Making sure not to leak anything out of the tower onto anything else that was being worked on. He placed each piece of the glassware aside so it wouldn’t be used again without being cleaned. Finally he came to the bottom and the finished product.

He turned the flask around in his hand looking the mixture over making sure the filters had done the job. And indeed it looked like they had. Which was good because he didn’t want to have to filter it all over again through another glassware tower. He didn’t have time for such things and he knew it. So he looked to Lym who was finishing up. “Fever reducer is done and ready for inspection Lym.” He said setting the finished flask aside.

Lym nodded and finished up her mixture then picked up the flask. She smelt it and then nodded. “How are we on the sedative?”

“It is filtering now progress is good.” He said as he looked over and indeed the mixture was filtering quite well leaving him with a good finished product at the end.

Lym nodded and then spoke again. “We will need a finely filtered opiate; I have some prepared mixtures in the cupboard on the top. Filter them while I take what we have upstairs to the clinic they need it now.”

Serrif nodded and once the sedative had filtered she pulled the flask off the bottom and took it upstairs to the clinic. It seemed that they were running low on things and the two of them were going to be responsible for restocking them. Or were they just making medicine as it was needed? He didn’t have a way of knowing for real he was just an assistant to Lym making medicine as she saw needed. They were working on all kinds of things it seemed now. And that was part of what they did. He went to the cupboard and found what Lym had spoken of. He knew another fine treated chemical filter would do fine to scrub and keep out the particles. But he would employ a double filter to be sure. The first would be a medium filter since he knew that the grains of the opiate stocks tended to be a little coarse. He didn’t want to stop up the final filter if he didn’t have to. He constructed the tower and again picked an appropriate drip flask. He looked and this was the last one Lym had that he could find. That meant any more need for a drip flask and he would have to wash out and clean some to use them. That was fine he knew that he could do that quickly if need be.
Glassware :
Red is opiate, blue coarse filter, green fine filter chemically treated.
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He inspected the drip flask and made sure again that it was operable. It was and he closed the valve and poured the opiate mixture into the holding area then stopped it up with the glass stopper. He set it aside then constructed the rest of the tower carefully. Once completed he made sure everything was again water and liquid tight. All the fittings appeared tight meaning that he was good to go. He attached the drip flask on the top and then slowly turned the valve. The first filter as expected caught some things in it mostly parts of the opiate. The second filter caught the most and what was left at the end was a somewhat crème tinted liquid. He would have to ask Lym about that when she got back because he couldn’t remember exactly what it was supposed to look like…it had been awhile. This didn’t bother him because he knew he had done it correctly.

He left that to filter and then proceeded to wash a few of the drip flasks carefully as the mixture filtered through the tower. He was careful to wash everywhere the liquid had touched because otherwise there could be residual liquid left inside that could create issues later. Better careful and obsessive then careless and kill someone. He washed the glassware pieces thoroughly making sure to get every crevice of the internal pieces. The condensers had to be cleaned by pulling a fine piece of alcohol soaked cloth through them. The pure alcohol would evaporate leaving behind no residue; another nice trick Lym had taught him in glassware cleaning. He cleansed the glassware and then set it back on the table with all of the rest after carefully inspecting it to make sure he had indeed cleaned all of it.

The liquid had finished filtering by now so he deconstructed it and then set aside the finished product. He then figured he should clean the glassware that he had just used. It was about now that he was beginning to worry about where Lym was. What was she doing? But he figured whatever it was it had to be important. So he cleaned and set aside the glassware inspecting it as well making sure it was clean. They had a decent amount of glassware but he knew at any moment things could go haywire and they could need to make all kinds of stuff. He was about to nod off for a few seconds when Lym came in with a handful of herbs in vials and such and spoke to him.

“Up and at them we got something urgent to take care of.” She said as she set the glass vials down and began almost frantically instructing him.

“Ok Serrif listen carefully, we need to make this and do it fast. But any mistake anywhere will cost a life. You ready?” She challenged him as Serrif then nodded and Lym then began instruction.

“Those herbs there need to be mixed in pure alcohol and then mashed into a paste. Then take that paste dilute it in water and filter it through a very fine filter. I will prepare the rest you do that and do it quickly.” She instructed.

Serrif did as she asked and quickly began to mix up the herbs in a mortar and pestle with the alcohol. He added the alcohol slowly so he would keep it even and would know when the consistency of the paste had been reached. He added little by little by little and eventually reached the consistency he needed. He made sure and then nodded setting the mortar aside. He then grabbed a drip flask and made a glassware tower. It was simplistic in design and he took the finest filter he could find and then got the appropriate glassware to assemble the tower appropriately. He checked and nodded everything seemed right. He then mixed in water with what he had made and poured it into the drip flask. It didn’t smell too bad but it was interesting at the very least. He attached the drip flask to the top of the tower and turned the valve and the mixture drained to the filter. It was a green color at first. But as often happened with filtering things changed.

Glassware :
Green is filter red is mixture to be filtered.
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The mixture drained from the drip flask and passed through the filter leaving stuff behind. But at the end the mixture was an interesting hazy color that had a slight green tint to it. A change from what was originally there in the top flask. He didn’t know what it was for but Lym was working on something in another glassware jungle of sorts. When the mixture finished filtering Lym spoke to him. “Now Serrif heat it slightly and let the alcohol evaporate out of it. But not too hot.” She warned as she got busy on what she was doing.

Serrif nodded and then placed the flask on an open flame and made sure the temperature didn’t get to a boil. Slowly he saw the alcohol vapors evaporate out of the mixture quickly. He then removed the mixture off of the heat and set it aside to cool. Lym looked over grabbed the flask and then looked the mixture over. She nodded and poured it into her flask and stirred it. The mixture turned a deep blue color and she nodded. “Let’s hope we got this right.”

She then left and went back to the clinic with what her and Serrif had made. He still had no idea what it was for but he knew that it had to be important if she was going to stress over it like she was. But in a way he was wondering if it was another test. But if it was he hoped he had passed. She came back and nodded. “A woman needed that to suppress the venom in her system. She should be fine now…hopefully. It seemed we made it correctly.” She said with a smile.

“But for now we can rest for a little before they bring any more requests to us. What we did should tide them over for a little.”

Serrif relaxed in a chair and closed his eyes. If Lym needed anything she would wake him out of his restful daze. If not then well all was done for the day and he would be released to go. And he would go to waterfall fabrics to get himself a bodysuit.
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Postby Serrif Von Chatlyn on November 3rd, 2011, 2:51 pm

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Requests :
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Rushed Preparation
Cleaning of Glassware
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Postby Archelon on December 21st, 2011, 9:28 pm

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And the Results!!!!:



Serrif :
SkillName 1-5 How/why?
Herbalism3
Philtering2
Medicine2
Observation2



Lores:
Herbalism and Philtering: Rushed brewing (poor)
Philtering: Glassware Cleaning Techniques(Basic)



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