A Potion for a Paladin (Closed)

[The Preacher]

Valino was sick. The young man was not sure if he was simply sea sick or more of a “eaten some bad fish” kind of sick but he was certainly sick. Nausus, exhausted and woozy, Valino's head swam, his body ached and his stomach felt like it was trying to grind up a bunch of rocks. On wobbly legs he walked along the unfamiliar dirt roads of Stonevale, having just spent the last four days on a commercial fishing boat from the now distant lands of Salvar. If there was any sort of silver lining to the situation it was that at least now he was back on dry land.

It was windy that day. The winter months had brought with them a sizable cold front whose clouds worked diligently to dim the sun's normally harsh rays and whose winds stirred up the seas. Even with the docks now firmly in the distance behind him Valino could hear clearly the waves slapping against the piling. To the ailing paladin this coldness was actually a slight comfort as it reminded him of his home up north.

As he made his way through the town it began to occur to the lad that he did not have even the faintest idea as to where it was he was trying to go. The Sway had told him in a dream that he was to travel the world and shine their light for those who had yet to see it, or so he believed, but they had failed to show him any sort of path to follow. Perhaps they meant for him to find his own way or perhaps the young paladin had made a horrible mistake. For a second he considered turning around back towards the docks and using what little money he had left to buy passage back him.

However, before he could act upon that thought another wave of nausea and stomach cramps hit. Valino audibly groaned as he quickly moved to the side of the road. A second later the heaves started and a second after that he vomited up a dark, chunky, foul smelling sludge all over some previously pretty flowers. He was alone in a strange, unknown land, far away from home with little money and no guidance and sick as an old dog to boot. Not barely four days into his journey and he was already doubting himself and his decision.

“Sway help me.” he thought meekly as he slowly regained his composure.

It was purely by coincidence then that he noticed a very particular sign just few blocks away. Herbal Magick it read, its big bold letters almost acting like a beacon to Valino who breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing it. While he was certainly no fan of witchcraft he figured a shop with such a name was bound to have something that could cure whatever ailed him and following that same train of thought he decided that he should, at the very least, cure himself first lest his discomfort cloud his judgment before deciding if he was going to carry on with his journey.

Valino took a moment to straighten himself him and wipe the vomit from his chin. Then he slowly, but with sure footing, made his way towards the Herbal Magick store.