Becka was getting tired, she had been walking for hours and  wanted to rest, the little villages here were not far apart, but none had an inn so far.  She had come upon a bigger farm house with a barn and barn yard fenced in, obviously better of than many, so she decided to see if they could provide hospitality.
She entered the yard and a Dog came out barking, but she smiled and greeted it, bringing it to a stop with its head cocked, as if something didn't make sense.  She knocked and when a drawn woman answered asked if they could put up a tired traveler.
The Lady shook her head .. I am sorry, my son has been seriously hurt and we have our hands full as we wait for Old Artimus to come and aid us.
Becka smiled, perhaps I am guided here by God, I can hopefully provide aid as might Artimis and I am here.
The old woman's face hardened as she started to refuse, but Becka had already reached in her pouch and pulled out some small leaves... You must be very stressed, let me ease your aches And she touched the woman while crushing the leaves between her fingers... The woman uttered a No, we have known Arti ... sigh ... oh my ... thank You! perhaps you can help whilst we wait.
She opened the door and let Becka in, guiding her to a room in the back, about 5 paces square with a good sized 4 post bed near a window. In the bed was a young man, pale and breathing shallowly. His left arm was crudely splinted and the efforts to stop the blood ozing through the torn skin was obviously not working. A very worried man sat and held the young mans right hand.
Becka touched the young mans neck gently with two fingers, her face serious. Then she put her pouch down and opened it, removing more Willow Leaves, Witch Hazel and a clove of Garlic, these she placed in a small mortar and ground them to a paste with her pestle. She rubbed a small amount on the young mans head and carefully passed the remaining paste in the mortar over the young mans arm as she muttered words and made signs.  The blood stopped leaking and the young mans breathing steadied and became slightly deeper.

He has lost much blood, Hopefully Artimis has talents beyond mine ... It was sometime later when a sharp knocking came loudly from the door. The woman hastened to the door and ushered a very old man who moved with obvious discomfort. He moved up beside Becka and took the mortar and smelled it, then nodded  Good you started, he will need much help, you will aid me?
Becka nodded, he had no clue how powerful this man was, but he obviously knew far more than she.
Over the next hour the man mixed mixed herbs and wine to add to those Becka had provided. Then he removed the splints and carefullt moved the mans arm before resplinting it ... By The Grace of The God and Goddess it was only snapped and nay crushed or we would ta ha removed it ... a most unpleasant task.
He motioned for Becka to put away her herbs and did the same. Lealla, we can nay do more, but wi' Their Grace he'll come aroun' maybe tomorra ... when he is awake , give him warm meat broth, I'll be back ta check on 'im before sun down. Young Lady, aid me ta home an I'll see ta ya dinner and a safe place ta sleep
And thus Becka rested in Artemis' cottage and learned much of the area .
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Artimis was very slow but they made the trip back to his cottage at his speed. It turned out to be a rather large and well built building with several rooms. A large central fire place warmed all the rooms.
Artimis waved her to a chair. You can have that room as yours, but first let me ask what you know and what are you doing here? What followed was a back and forth interview where they compared skills, spells and knowledge. Artimis was surprised they had sent a small blonde women to create a new coven in the area, but promised to be supportive, as it would ease his workload immensely.
Becka was delighted that he could assist her in growing her skills and spells. She quickly began to take his calls if they weren't too serious.
Artimis shared that his house was reasonably safe, as anytime the church or mages launched a clean up the dangerous magic users sweep, the local populace all but went into revolt, which quickly brought the Nobility into the mix, they were far more pragmatic, since any sort of stoppage of work quickly meant lost taxes.  Both church and Mage Guild learned not to push in certain places, although they pushed in others and made much of finding a few pitiful practitioners.
Becka was safe under his shadow and worked hard to become known to the locals, so that shadow remained.

After about six weeks, Becka started looking for possible talent in the little villages and farms around Artimis's cottage just north of Stubble.
She walked to Snurgle and Woodmuth the first day.

OOC - Stubble to Snurgle is about 5 Kilometers or 3 miles.
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Near Woodmuth she felt a difference, the fields were greener than else where and were were charms about. She asked a few questions before finding finding Letuel's cabin. Here she knew was a Witch's cabin, so she approach down the path and made herself known. Letuel was a very old man, obviously talented but tired. She identified her self and said she was looking for talented people to bring into the fold and planned to create a coven for support. Letuel looked at her for a while before nodding,  Moshennik, come meet this lady. She will help you learn skills like mine and I'll help.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 4):

"Can she be trusted?"

A boy appeared in farmers garb, but he looked like more of a hunter. Well, a hunters apprentice, maybe. He had nothing but a large knife in the way of weapons. He looked over the newcomer with suspicion.

Letuel smiles, looking at the young woman ... I think she is trustworthy. You stay here for now, but go where she says to learn.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 6):

"Right. Where are you going?"

There is some alarm in his voice. He looks at the newcomer.

"Moshennik. Call me Moss."

She smiles.
Please be calm Moss, I am called Becka and we can just go over there and sit under a tree for a bit. I'll ask you some things and answer your questions as best I can. In a few weeks perhaps, we can find a better meeting place and hopefully have a few more learning the skills.

OK, The only spell you know is Mend? Do you have any other abilities?




OOC- Yes, sense animals/life around you...

In reply to Becka (msg # 9):

[OOC:He has a few. He was just waiting for his old master to post before assuming...]

"I am Moshennik, the son of a farmer, but I much prefer hunting and trapping vermin to farming. Hence my abilities are in those areas. Tell me more about yourself?"