Ellister Thorley, MD

Practitioner of Medicine and the Light

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vandrysse:

call-me-cupcake-cutie:

Hydrangea Cupcakes - Glorious Treats

Summer was already trying to sneak in, the early Thelsamar morning unusually warm. Soon it would turn into hot days, then months; Vandrysse could already imagine herself praying for cooler weather. She also hoped there would be a certain celebration thrown in there, somewhere, but she did not let her mind dwell upon it, as that always seemed to invite bad luck. 
Ever since she had resigned her position from the Society, she had spent most of her mornings here, on the porch, observing the industrious Dwarven town in between reading or personal study. This particular morning found her with a thirst for work (along with coffee, a full pot awaited her on the table and she was already on her second cup). 
Thankfully, there was barely a breeze, as several stacks of papers shared surface space with the sacred coffee pot: loose ends to tie up with Society matters, final bills, her notes on the life spirit research, recovered alchemical notes on the Emerald Dream serum (she made a mental note to mention that to Ellister at some point, as she suspected a trip to Wintergarde might be in order). 
But for now, a small but imposing stack of paperwork faced her, and it was an incredibly tough challenge - settling on a location for a bakery, choosing a name for her business. Vandrysse had mulled over several options in her mind, none of which sat well. A decision had to be made soon, however. She couldn’t keep putting this off. 
There was a tap, tap, tap from her pen. No more ideas were forthcoming, and she had appointments to keep, and later - tomorrow, with any luck - people to see. It seemed she was just as busy now as when she was gainfully employed. All of which could wait - for now she wanted to spend some time with Ellister …

vandrysse:

call-me-cupcake-cutie:

Hydrangea Cupcakes - Glorious Treats

Summer was already trying to sneak in, the early Thelsamar morning unusually warm. Soon it would turn into hot days, then months; Vandrysse could already imagine herself praying for cooler weather. She also hoped there would be a certain celebration thrown in there, somewhere, but she did not let her mind dwell upon it, as that always seemed to invite bad luck.

Ever since she had resigned her position from the Society, she had spent most of her mornings here, on the porch, observing the industrious Dwarven town in between reading or personal study. This particular morning found her with a thirst for work (along with coffee, a full pot awaited her on the table and she was already on her second cup).

Thankfully, there was barely a breeze, as several stacks of papers shared surface space with the sacred coffee pot: loose ends to tie up with Society matters, final bills, her notes on the life spirit research, recovered alchemical notes on the Emerald Dream serum (she made a mental note to mention that to Ellister at some point, as she suspected a trip to Wintergarde might be in order).

But for now, a small but imposing stack of paperwork faced her, and it was an incredibly tough challenge - settling on a location for a bakery, choosing a name for her business. Vandrysse had mulled over several options in her mind, none of which sat well. A decision had to be made soon, however. She couldn’t keep putting this off.

There was a tap, tap, tap from her pen. No more ideas were forthcoming, and she had appointments to keep, and later - tomorrow, with any luck - people to see. It seemed she was just as busy now as when she was gainfully employed. All of which could wait - for now she wanted to spend some time with Ellister …

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Fall in love with someone who wants you, who waits for you. Who understands you even in the madness; someone who helps you, and guides you, someone who is your support, your hope. Fall in love with someone who talks with you after a fight. Fall in love with someone who misses you and wants to be with you. Do not fall in love only with a body or with a face; or with the idea of being in love.
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vallaunius:

At least he didn’t have to worry about saying goodbye this time around.

The cramped academy office was left clean and tidy the night before. Vallaunius had never made any effort to become friends with the staff, and had told no one about his departure. They could figure it out on their own.

The…

The mysterious note had bothered him ever since he’d read it. The slip of parchment was heavily creased, evidence of being folded and reopened dozens of times. There was something about the deceptively simple letter that Ellister couldn’t place his finger on.

Dr. Ellister Thorley,

I would like to arrange a meeting with you. Please leave a response in your mailbox.

-O. Crozier

So short, and so little information contained within. Yet it hinted at someone that knew him, or at least knew of him. And it suggested the writer was located in Thelsamar, given their ability to easily reach his mailbox. The unsettling part is that he did not recognize the name, and his home address was not easy to get ahold of…It took a few days of mulling over his response before he was able to get it down on paper.

To the writer known as O. Crozier,

I admit that I regretfully am  unfamiliar with your name. This does not mean, however, that I do not wish to meet with you. On the contrary, you’ve piqued my curiosity, and I wish to sate it. A meeting can certainly be arranged, though I would request a public space in neutral territory. Perhaps over tea at one of Ironforge’s fine establishments? Surely that will not be too far out of the way for either of us. I will be free this upcoming week end, if that time is amenable to you.

Light Be With You,

E. Thorley

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One More Try

natharaiebonrook:

Natharai hunched over his writing desk like some terrible vulture as his quill pen hovered over a blank piece of stationery paper. Silence hung in the air and was only punctuated by the rhythmic sound of ink dripping upon the unwritten document. Ptt…ptt…ptt… Eventually…

It was a leisurely weekend afternoon, the sun high overhead and filtering through the evergreens bordering the garden. The doctor was sitting comfortably on a bench in a warm spot of light, sorting through his mail that he hadn’t read yet.


Unpaid bill with a supplier…Last notice for an application to the journal review committee…advertisement for discount armour…What’s this? Ellister’s brow knit together in a frown as he plucked a sealed letter out from the pile. He flipped it over, eyes widening with recognition.


"Mr. Ebonrook —" The letter burst into flames, and the doctor swore loudly. He dropped the letter to the ground and stamped out the fire. Did that blasted warlock send him an incendiary notice?! He was about to launch into an angry tirade cursing that damned warlock when another fire sprung up in the grass to his left. Blinking stupidly at the burning plants, it finally clicked.


"Light damn it all, Mandevilla!" He set the stack of mail to the side, promptly stepping on the second fire. Once the blaze was reduced to smoking ash, he turned to find his troublemaking lasher. He’d forgotten that she was on the loose and had taken to wandering once she grew tired of setting his scrap papers on fire. Ushering the errant elemental into her ember pit, he returned to his spot on the bench to finish reading the mail. With a sigh he picked up the singed letter from Natharai, and gently opened it. Thankfully the high quality parchment did not burn easily, and there was only minor damage to the letter contained within.


His deep green eyes flicked across the page, swiftly reading the contents. As he worked his way down the page, his complexion paled and his expression hardened. By the time he read the last sentence, he appeared rather upset. If it was so difficult to pen the letter, why the hell did he do it? The flattery felt like flimsy bribery. And yet…Ellister quickly reread the note, rubbing at his chest as he did so. With a short huff of breath he stood up and headed into the house. A brief stop to procure a vial of heartblossom on his way to his desk, and the doctor set to work penning his reply.

Mr. Ebonrook,

I do apologize for whatever barrier prevented you from penning a letter to me; thirteen attempts is certainly excessive. I do recall our discussion in Elwynn, and though I was not in the best frame of mind I assure you my interest was in earnest.

I gladly accept your invitation to review your research efforts, though I admit I have a degree of trepidation about the whole affair. I am not entirely certain what your research entails, nor what its goals and aims are. Presumably this will be the contents of our next discussion, and perhaps these questions are premature. Regardless, I am willing to hear out your proposition.

A day near the end of the week would be best for my schedule. It also ensures that if necessary expeditions or experiments need be started in a timely manner, then we have a few days of free time to fill accordingly. As you state, privacy and confidentiality shall be of utmost importance, and as such I will meet you at any location you request.

Light Be With You,
E. Thorley

Ellister sealed the envelope with a slight grimace tugging at his lips. He sat and stared at the stamped and addressed note, rubbing at his chest and sipping his heartblossom elixir. He hoped he wouldn’t come to regret this decision as well… 

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vallaunius:

At least he didn’t have to worry about saying goodbye this time around.

The cramped academy office was left clean and tidy the night before. Vallaunius had never made any effort to become friends with the staff, and had told no one about his departure. They could figure it out on their own.

The…

Filed under Writing Vallaunius Roldan Ellister Thorley Vandy why are you doing this to me All this lovely writing :3