Villager: Weldurguize
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Villager Info
ID: #275187
Name: Weldurguize
Gender: Male
Location: Quetzal Palace
Born 7 years, 10 months ago
Career: Doctor
Owner: bloopidydoopidy
Feast Points: 0 (36 All-Time)
Species: Deer
Color: Antelope
Buffs:House: Tigereye Peak House (1/250)
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About
The Menders: They had thankless jobs. The most important kind. Respected but not envied, they ensured the City stayed in excellent shape.
The Service: For all the men and women who served Caeldonia. Caelondia's guilds offered lifelong experience, competing and collaborating in the name of discovery and progress.
The Mercy: The Windbags ain't the only beasts that drew a bad lot. The Calamity was more merciful to some beasts than others. These others deserve mercy of their own.
On the eastern side of the city an old building rests. The oldest perhaps, and the most well used certainly. A faded red cross painted on the door is the only indication of a Mender residing within. It looks as though it has been painted over many times, only to be worn away again by the palms of the abused. The smell of charred fauna and something sweet permeate the air around the building, offering some small comfort to those passing by. Healing memories of pain and sorrow, the area around the clinic is a place peace for all. Within the building, beds are laid out side by side, some occupied, others neatly awaiting use. Potions and empty bottles sit on tables and spill off of shelves. The seemingly chaotic patterns are well known to repeat visitors.
"My name is Weldurguize, the Mender around here. I pride myself on keeping my clinic a place of love and try to help everyone I can! The only person I couldn't cure was my late husband, Yahlei...."
"Stop telling people I'm dead."
"Sometimes I can still hear his voice."
(Hey look, I drew him. Hopefully I'll turn that into a paintie when I've got muns, huns.)
The Service: For all the men and women who served Caeldonia. Caelondia's guilds offered lifelong experience, competing and collaborating in the name of discovery and progress.
The Mercy: The Windbags ain't the only beasts that drew a bad lot. The Calamity was more merciful to some beasts than others. These others deserve mercy of their own.
On the eastern side of the city an old building rests. The oldest perhaps, and the most well used certainly. A faded red cross painted on the door is the only indication of a Mender residing within. It looks as though it has been painted over many times, only to be worn away again by the palms of the abused. The smell of charred fauna and something sweet permeate the air around the building, offering some small comfort to those passing by. Healing memories of pain and sorrow, the area around the clinic is a place peace for all. Within the building, beds are laid out side by side, some occupied, others neatly awaiting use. Potions and empty bottles sit on tables and spill off of shelves. The seemingly chaotic patterns are well known to repeat visitors.
"My name is Weldurguize, the Mender around here. I pride myself on keeping my clinic a place of love and try to help everyone I can! The only person I couldn't cure was my late husband, Yahlei...."
"Stop telling people I'm dead."
"Sometimes I can still hear his voice."
(Hey look, I drew him. Hopefully I'll turn that into a paintie when I've got muns, huns.)
