Ellister Thorley, MD

Practitioner of Medicine and the Light

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dammitmat asked: Alnwick would anonymously send nuts, which aren't on the list. They're for stupidity -- on his part, because of his behaviour.

vandrysse:

"Val, did you see who left this package by the door? There’s no return address and it’s just … nuts."

The mid-morning lull had settled over the bakery. Ellister was sitting behind the counter, reading a medical article, while their son, Vallaunius, looked up from straightening. “Nuts as in unbelievably crazy, or …?”

"Nuts," Vandrysse repeated, and held up one of the roasted ones before tossing it into her mouth. "I mean, they’re good and salted, I just don’t know why someone would anonymously send nuts."

"Mom, I hope those aren’t poisoned."

"Nobody’s poisoning my nuts." She ate another handful, then put the bag on the counter, pointing at the man who wasn’t that much younger than herself. "Don’t you even fucking start with me, Val. I know what you’re thinking." Somehow, she valiantly suppressed a giggle.

Vallaunius hmmphed. “It doesn’t work so well when you’re not a guy. It’s also kinda weird when you’re a parent.”

"This conversation is utterly absurd," Ellister muttered.

The bag was shoved in the mage’s direction. “Just shut up and eat them.” Vandrysse quickly held a hand against her mouth and walked out the side door; once she was outside, she burst into laughter.

Filed under Not my writing SOMEBODY'S POISONED MAH NUTS!

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roulette-kneebasha:

Since my guildies persuaded/inspired me to brave tumblr, I’ve really been blessed with a ton of amazing followers and inspiration and all kinds of WoW goodness!  I’ve hit a lot of milestones since then and am WAAAY overdue for a give-away!  Since I’ve been needing to open up commissions here soon I thought this would be an awesome way to kick that off as well.  <3

Like and reblog each count as an entry and one lucky follower (yes, must be a follower to enter!) will get a line-art head shot of the WoW character of their choice! Your main toon, an alt, favorite lore character, what have ya! Have an unplayable race OC?  Hell yeah!  It’s all good! ^_^

On August 4th a winner will be randomly selected!  I’ll shoot them a message on tumblr and if I don’t hear back within 3 days I’ll draw again.

Here’s what I’ll need from the winner for their portrait-

A description of the character, a screenshot or battle.net profile if applicable (especially if gear is relevant and they actually look like their avatar), the character’s faceclaim if applicable, (references are my friend!) and what aspect of their personality you’d like to see flaunted (aka the expression on their face)

So, yeah!  Good luck people!  And thank you for following and enjoying all the weird nerdy Warcraft stuff on my weird nerdy Warcraft blog!  <3

Filed under OOC Giveaway I still adore the drawing of the two of them in the Dread Wastes worgen are totally legit mounts

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((So this drabble is based on some OOC peanut gallery jokes we were making during RP last night. Basically we were joking about how worgen probably injure each other horribly during intimate situations, and it led to this&#8230;))
Business was brisk at the Ironforge Physician&#8217;s. Nurses escorted patients from room to room, orderlies rushed supplies to where they were needed, and doctors strode down the halls reading their clipboards. Amidst all the activity stood a pair of humans, an obvious sight amongst the mainly dwarven population. They appeared to be trying to maintain a low profile; difficult to do when they were a good foot taller than most of the people there. Finally their turn arrived to be called to the nurse&#8217;s station and sign in to the clinic.
"Yer names?" The older dwarven woman glanced upwards over her thick-rimmed glasses at the couple, quill pen poised to jot down their information.
"Ellister Thorley and Vandrysse Dyce. We&#8217;ve been to the clinic before." The man answered in a thick Gilnean accent, keeping the volume of his voice low. The woman clutching his arm nodded to confirm her identity.
"And wot&#8217;s tha problem?" The dwarf&#8217;s thick eyebrow was raised as she watched the pair. Between their averted gazes and suspicious looks, they were either sheepish or guilty.
"Ah, we have wounds that need tending to. Got into a bit of a fight." The man was obviously reluctant in giving his answer, and the nurse narrowed her eyes. Removing her glasses she huffed,
"Oh really? An&#8217; I&#8217;m jus&#8217; spos&#8217;ed ta tell tha doctor that? You don&#8217; look tha sort ta be brawlin&#8217;&#8230;" She didn&#8217;t miss the glances exchanged between the two. Drumming her fingers on the ledger, she glared at them as she waited for more answers.
"Raccoons. It was raccoons." Vandrysse blurted this out, and promptly seemed to regret it. Ellister&#8217;s eyes widened and he stared at Vandrysse, mouthing the word "What?&#8221;.  The nurse blinked, then burst into laughter.
"Raccoons? Yer jokin&#8217;, righ? Come on, lessee tha damage then." She was grinning, leaning forwards on her elbows to get a better look at the uncomfortable couple. With hesitation, they opened the cloaks they were wearing. Thankfully this blocked the view of the curious patients in the waiting room; more than one person was craning their neck trying to see what the commotion was about. Both of their outfits were torn in several spots, blood stains seeped into the fabric. Each tear was half a foot long and grouped in pairs of four diagonal gashes.  They were hardly decent with the extent of the damage, which was clearly why they were draped in such heavy cloaks. The nurse gave a low whistle.
"Those musta been some gods damned massive raccoons! Light, look&#8217;s like th&#8217; blighters even got up yer skirts! I&#8217;ll bring ya into a room straight away." Her robe rustled as she slid off the stool and came around the counter to escort them to an examination room. A few moments after the door clicked shut, the nurse&#8217;s booming voice could clearly be heard in the waiting room,
"Tha&#8217;s an ugly mark ye got on yer bum!"

((So this drabble is based on some OOC peanut gallery jokes we were making during RP last night. Basically we were joking about how worgen probably injure each other horribly during intimate situations, and it led to this…))

Business was brisk at the Ironforge Physician’s. Nurses escorted patients from room to room, orderlies rushed supplies to where they were needed, and doctors strode down the halls reading their clipboards. Amidst all the activity stood a pair of humans, an obvious sight amongst the mainly dwarven population. They appeared to be trying to maintain a low profile; difficult to do when they were a good foot taller than most of the people there. Finally their turn arrived to be called to the nurse’s station and sign in to the clinic.


"Yer names?" The older dwarven woman glanced upwards over her thick-rimmed glasses at the couple, quill pen poised to jot down their information.


"Ellister Thorley and Vandrysse Dyce. We’ve been to the clinic before." The man answered in a thick Gilnean accent, keeping the volume of his voice low. The woman clutching his arm nodded to confirm her identity.


"And wot’s tha problem?" The dwarf’s thick eyebrow was raised as she watched the pair. Between their averted gazes and suspicious looks, they were either sheepish or guilty.


"Ah, we have wounds that need tending to. Got into a bit of a fight." The man was obviously reluctant in giving his answer, and the nurse narrowed her eyes. Removing her glasses she huffed,


"Oh really? An’ I’m jus’ spos’ed ta tell tha doctor that? You don’ look tha sort ta be brawlin’…" She didn’t miss the glances exchanged between the two. Drumming her fingers on the ledger, she glared at them as she waited for more answers.


"Raccoons. It was raccoons." Vandrysse blurted this out, and promptly seemed to regret it. Ellister’s eyes widened and he stared at Vandrysse, mouthing the word "What?”.  The nurse blinked, then burst into laughter.


"Raccoons? Yer jokin’, righ? Come on, lessee tha damage then." She was grinning, leaning forwards on her elbows to get a better look at the uncomfortable couple. With hesitation, they opened the cloaks they were wearing. Thankfully this blocked the view of the curious patients in the waiting room; more than one person was craning their neck trying to see what the commotion was about. Both of their outfits were torn in several spots, blood stains seeped into the fabric. Each tear was half a foot long and grouped in pairs of four diagonal gashes.  They were hardly decent with the extent of the damage, which was clearly why they were draped in such heavy cloaks. The nurse gave a low whistle.


"Those musta been some gods damned massive raccoons! Light, look’s like th’ blighters even got up yer skirts! I’ll bring ya into a room straight away." Her robe rustled as she slid off the stool and came around the counter to escort them to an examination room. A few moments after the door clicked shut, the nurse’s booming voice could clearly be heard in the waiting room,


"Tha’s an ugly mark ye got on yer bum!"

Filed under Writing IC? OOC? Who knows it entertains me anyway XD Vandrysse Dyce Ellister Thorley worgen first worgen problems

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centralparknyc:

This post comes to us from our friends at The New York Academy of Medicine’s Center for History. They are located across Fifth Avenue from the Conservatory Garden, and find inspiration in our plantings for their Facebook and blog posts. Most recently they were inspired by our irises and wrote about the early American medical uses for this common native plant.

This week we’re enjoying irises in Central Park. Jacob Bigelow (1786-1879) included the native iris, Iris versicolor or Blue Flag, in his “American Medical Botany,” 1817-1820. Bigelow noted its use as a cathartic and diuretic. “American Medical Botany” was an early American botanical as well as an early instance of color printing in America. The plates were actually printed in color, rather than being colored by hand afterwards.

Thanks to NYAM for letting us republish these cool and informative posts! Be on the watch for more in the future!

centralparknyc:

This post comes to us from our friends at The New York Academy of Medicine’s Center for History. They are located across Fifth Avenue from the Conservatory Garden, and find inspiration in our plantings for their Facebook and blog posts. Most recently they were inspired by our irises and wrote about the early American medical uses for this common native plant.

This week we’re enjoying irises in Central Park. Jacob Bigelow (1786-1879) included the native iris, Iris versicolor or Blue Flag, in his “American Medical Botany,” 1817-1820. Bigelow noted its use as a cathartic and diuretic. “American Medical Botany” was an early American botanical as well as an early instance of color printing in America. The plates were actually printed in color, rather than being colored by hand afterwards.

Thanks to NYAM for letting us republish these cool and informative posts! Be on the watch for more in the future!

Filed under Herbalism

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vandrysse asked: You catch Clovis running around with a journal article; it takes some coaxing before he finally relinquishes it. Other than the tooth marks from where he's carried the paper, the page is relatively intact - save for the edited notes written in red and in a language you may or may not recognize (Thalassian).

Ellister did not chastise the rabbit when he finally wrestled the paper away from Clovis.  He was mainly relieved to have found the damned thing. It had been missing for the better part of a week and he didn’t fancy having to pen a letter requesting another copy from the journal review committee. Clovis thumped loudly on the floor before turning tail and hiding in his hutch. Ellister could’ve sworn the creature was pouting.  Smoothing the paper out from where he’d crinkled it grabbing it from the rabbit, he surveyed the damage done to it.  Only a few nibbles on one edge, a bit of crumpling - he stopped dead in his tracks. Thankfully he was near the couch in the living room; he promptly sat down so as to avoid falling over. The colour drained from his complexion as he blinked owlishly at the journal article.


…Is that writing in Thalassian? The doctor glanced uncertainly towards the rabbit in the hutch, who was busy chewing on a bit of hay. Shaking his head, he looked back at the paper.


Must be something else…perhaps Vandrysse was writing on it, he tried to convince himself of this alternate truth as he shot another suspicious look towards Clovis. Surely the sense of unease he felt was unfounded…

Filed under Writing Prompt Vandrysse Dyce Clovis Ellister Thorley

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vandrysse:

newvagabond:

Tripod cat! So sweet.

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This is the closest pic I could find for Vandy and Ellister’s newest friend (who is actually missing her right leg, not the left). ellisterthorley named her Theresa Marie Prewitt, aka “Miss Prewitt.” Unlike Clovis and Mandevilla, Miss Prewitt is a completely normal pet.))

vandrysse:

newvagabond:

Tripod cat! So sweet.

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This is the closest pic I could find for Vandy and Ellister’s newest friend (who is actually missing her right leg, not the left). ellisterthorley named her Theresa Marie Prewitt, aka “Miss Prewitt.” Unlike Clovis and Mandevilla, Miss Prewitt is a completely normal pet.))

Filed under RP Kitty :3 Miss Prewitt