[ Gale stares at Tav's bloodied, weakened form for a brief moment, before relenting with a sigh. Is this really what his life has become? Physically restraining an injured ally who wants to murder their entire camp? ]
I assume your supplies are in your pack, [ he says somberly, reaching out a hand. He certainly doesn't carry around rope for this purpose, and he imagines his paralyzing magic won't last nearly long enough for Tav's liking. ]
Once we've done that, and not a moment later, we'll deal with... [ He raises his eyebrows, canting his head toward's Tav's general state of being. ] All of this.
[ He can't imagine the rest of the camp being too pleased if he let Tav bleed out in the rain, after all. ]
If you mean rope, yes. Potions, no. I used all those trying to get here.
[Which, unfortunately means he was in a worse state than this, fighting Orin alone, closer to dead than alive.
Tav unshoulders his pack and allows it to drop into the mud without care, producing a full length of rope. Only with the rope in hand, does he allow himself within striking distance of Gale as his body screams to tear the wizard limb from limb, to bathe in his blood, to string his entrails for all to see.
His breathing hurries as the familiar crest of heat and nausea grows closer. A nearby tree sticks out at him as an easy place to be properly tied up and he scurries over to it, ignoring the blood trail he's leaving behind. He leans his back against it, circles his arms behind him, around the tree, and waits for Gale.]
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[ Great. Tav may not make it through the night in this condition — and if he does, this situation with Bhaal is certain to continue. Gale knows well that gods don't take kindly to misbehavior. He steels himself, trying desperately to maintain something resembling a positive outlook when the situation seems so dire.
He takes the rope in hand and trails behind Tav, feeling a bit repulsed by the circumstances. Restraining a person is far from pleasant, much less one in as bad a shape as Tav, but he bolsters his nerve. Someone has to control their senses here, and it seems it's going to have to be him. ]
I apologize in advance for any discomfort, [ he says as he begins to loop the rope around Tav's wrists, and he means it, too. ] Just... do your utmost to remain calm.
[ A euphemistic way of asking Tav to please not attack him right now. ]
Doing my best, promise. [Tav knows the urge barely remains under control beneath his skin as his skin heats up further, as the nausea threatens to take over. The familiar feeling of rope around his wrists soothes him only as long as the darkness inside keeps beneath his skin.]
I'm lucky to have you as a friend. [Tav murmurs low, rain streaming down over his lips, as he starts to lose control, as the monster's claws dig into him and threaten to tear through him.] I hope you do know that.
[Despite the arguing, despite Tav's anger the past few days since learning who he really is and what he's done.
Despite what's about to take him over.
He grits his teeth and digs his heels into the ground in an effort to restrain the urge and hopes that Gale has tied him up tight. Or that his exhaustion will hold him in place regardless.]
I might suggest saving the compliments for after we've both made it through the night with our bodies and sanities intact... but it's appreciated nonetheless.
[ He knots the rope around Tav's wrists loosely at first, perhaps due to some sort of unconscious guilt at restraining him in the first place. His pragmatic side wins out in the end, though, and he undoes the knot, retying it tighter this time. With Tav in this condition, he would put money on himself coming out the victor were they to tussle, but he doesn't cherish the idea of having to blast his wet cat of a friend with a fire bolt, self-defense or not.
As he rounds the tree to face Tav head-on, boots sinking into the mud with each step, he realizes he has absolutely no idea what to do with Tav now that he's here. He's read hundreds, thousands of books on some of the most obscure subjects one can think of — and yet not one of them covered how to babysit a murderous Bhaalspawn. ]
Perhaps you should try to calm your mind. A drizzle will be easier to control than a tempest.
[In the time it takes Gale to re-tie the knot, Tav’s head drops to his chest and awakens as something entirely different. The Urge crawls up to the surface, snapping its teeth and fighting against its binds as it watchea Gale move like a hawk. Oh how those insides would look so sweet spread across the ground, how his intestines hung like tapestries would laud Bhaal.]
Perhaps you should come closer so I can rip out your guts and decorate an effigy to my father with them!
[ Gale pauses, then takes one pointed step back. No effigies today, thank you very much.
He raises a chiding eyebrow at Tav. ] You see? Not the product of a calm mind.
[ There are a million thoughts running through his mind, fears of Tav breaking his bonds or the urge continuing well after daybreak, but Gale wills his own mind to calm. Whatever happens, he'll have to cross that bridge when it collapses underneath him. For now, his sole priority is talking down Tav. ]
I know you're in there. You need to focus — on something that isn't decorating the camp with viscera.
This is what he really is, [snarls the Urge before it pauses and coughs, blood draining down its lips, coating Tav’s chin. It could care less if Tav bleeds out here and now in front of allies. Instead it fights against its bonds, further aggravating the worst of Tav’s injuries.]
Father requires a sacrifice. Father requires blood and insides spread all over the camp, as many as this Bhaalspawn can manage!
[Which will clearly not be many by the way Tav’s kicking has slowed or the way he starts to still despite his words.]
[ A little trite, honestly, but he supposes he can't expect the god of murder to want much other than murder. He eyes Tav's injuries, noticing his bleeding, his lethargy. On one hand, it's a relief to know the person threatening to mass murder their camp isn't much of a threat. On the other, he can't help but worry that Tav won't be himself again in time to properly recover. ]
You can cease your struggling. Your sacrifices will go unmade if you only injure yourself further.
[ His delivery has the confident air of someone who knows what they're talking about, but inside, he's uncertain. If Tav doesn't stop fighting his restraints, he'll have to change tack. To what, he's as of yet undecided. ]
[The Urge snaps its teeth together in a toothy, bloody grin as it tries to gain purchase in the mud beneath it, but the struggle has started to truly exhaust the body housing two souls. The Urge slips, drops it against the tree and the shock of pain is enough for Tav to surge forward and take control. His eyes remain glazed over, but he's present enough to at least recognize Gale.
Gods be damned, he's freezing. The pelting rain combined with the fever the Urge brings on and the blood loss, he's shivering and trying to focus is taking more out of him than he expected.]
Gale. [He at least wants to say his friend's name one more time, should the elements and the Urge take him down. What he realizes, though, is that saying his friend's name is like a beacon in the night, a lighthouse on the coast.[ Gale.
Yes! [ Gale steps forward, as if to go to Tav's side, then thinks better of it. He's not out of the hole yet, and Gale rather likes his organs inside his body. Better to keep a safe distance until this unpleasant urge has fully passed. ]
Excellent, but something tells me we're still in the thick of it.
[ It doesn't take a physician to tell when something's in there with Tav — and not the worm. Judging by the glassy look in his eyes, it hasn't quite left. ]
Keep focusing. Keep control. You're more than capable.
I’m trying. [Tav grits out in between his teeth as he watches Gale move. Staying anchored on the wizard seems to help quash down the Urge’s desire for blood. Even as he keeps his gaze focused on a very living and intact Gale, the Urge paints image after image of a gore covered Gale and it takes everything in Tav’s waning strength to keep ahead of it.]
It really wants you dead. [Tav pants out, adjusting himself against the tree and suffering more blood draining down his side.] Suppose that’s flattering in its own way.
[In a sorry the god of murder wants you extra special dead with your insides on the outside way.]
[ Gale squints. 'Flattering' is certainly an optimistic way to put it. ]
Charmed as I am, [ he says, decidedly not charmed by the whole thing, ] I assure you there's far less lethal ways to butter me up.
[ He's so easily flattered — by anything but this. Besides, Tav's urges are hardly special. He's not the first to want to bash Gale's head in, and he likely won't be the last. After all, Gale can be incredibly annoying.
He gives Tav a pointed look. ] And I don't think you're in any state to decorate the camp with my insides, if you'll pardon my saying so. [ He takes a small, cautious step closer. ] Your injuries are only getting worse.
Aware of that too. [Tav is sweating up a storm, paling with each push and kick if his body. He won’t last much longer like this and clearly Gale can see it too. The rain can’t keep up with the deluge of blood draining Tav of energy and life.]
If I… there are rituals you need to follow. Don’t let my body fall into Bhaal’s hands.
You're far more deranged than I previously thought if you think I'm simply going to stand here, twiddling my thumbs, and watch you bleed out.
[ He's no cleric, but how hard can it be to attempt basic first aid? Far stupider than him have done it, surely. ]
If you can control yourself, we'll get you into my tent and I'll do what I can. In the morning, when you've full control of your faculties again, Shadowheart will see to you.
You can always talk to Withers. [Tav is desperate to keep himself awake with little inappropriate bits of humor. He doesn’t mean to hit so ma y of Gale’s sore spots at once, but Tav feels as if he’s moments away from bleeding his last drop. Not that humor will save him, but it might keep him awake just long enough to reach dawn.
He thinks he can see the first rays, but those could be a play on rain-soaked and blood-drained body.]
There it is now. [Tav murmurs as his head drops to his shoulder, breath slowing and eyelids lowering to half-mast.]
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Date: 2023-10-09 10:17 pm (UTC)I assume your supplies are in your pack, [ he says somberly, reaching out a hand. He certainly doesn't carry around rope for this purpose, and he imagines his paralyzing magic won't last nearly long enough for Tav's liking. ]
Once we've done that, and not a moment later, we'll deal with... [ He raises his eyebrows, canting his head toward's Tav's general state of being. ] All of this.
[ He can't imagine the rest of the camp being too pleased if he let Tav bleed out in the rain, after all. ]
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Date: 2023-10-09 10:25 pm (UTC)[Which, unfortunately means he was in a worse state than this, fighting Orin alone, closer to dead than alive.
Tav unshoulders his pack and allows it to drop into the mud without care, producing a full length of rope. Only with the rope in hand, does he allow himself within striking distance of Gale as his body screams to tear the wizard limb from limb, to bathe in his blood, to string his entrails for all to see.
His breathing hurries as the familiar crest of heat and nausea grows closer. A nearby tree sticks out at him as an easy place to be properly tied up and he scurries over to it, ignoring the blood trail he's leaving behind. He leans his back against it, circles his arms behind him, around the tree, and waits for Gale.]
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Date: 2023-10-10 05:46 pm (UTC)He takes the rope in hand and trails behind Tav, feeling a bit repulsed by the circumstances. Restraining a person is far from pleasant, much less one in as bad a shape as Tav, but he bolsters his nerve. Someone has to control their senses here, and it seems it's going to have to be him. ]
I apologize in advance for any discomfort, [ he says as he begins to loop the rope around Tav's wrists, and he means it, too. ] Just... do your utmost to remain calm.
[ A euphemistic way of asking Tav to please not attack him right now. ]
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Date: 2023-10-10 05:56 pm (UTC)I'm lucky to have you as a friend. [Tav murmurs low, rain streaming down over his lips, as he starts to lose control, as the monster's claws dig into him and threaten to tear through him.] I hope you do know that.
[Despite the arguing, despite Tav's anger the past few days since learning who he really is and what he's done.
Despite what's about to take him over.
He grits his teeth and digs his heels into the ground in an effort to restrain the urge and hopes that Gale has tied him up tight. Or that his exhaustion will hold him in place regardless.]
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Date: 2023-10-12 12:29 am (UTC)[ He knots the rope around Tav's wrists loosely at first, perhaps due to some sort of unconscious guilt at restraining him in the first place. His pragmatic side wins out in the end, though, and he undoes the knot, retying it tighter this time. With Tav in this condition, he would put money on himself coming out the victor were they to tussle, but he doesn't cherish the idea of having to blast his wet cat of a friend with a fire bolt, self-defense or not.
As he rounds the tree to face Tav head-on, boots sinking into the mud with each step, he realizes he has absolutely no idea what to do with Tav now that he's here. He's read hundreds, thousands of books on some of the most obscure subjects one can think of — and yet not one of them covered how to babysit a murderous Bhaalspawn. ]
Perhaps you should try to calm your mind. A drizzle will be easier to control than a tempest.
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Date: 2023-10-12 12:49 am (UTC)Perhaps you should come closer so I can rip out your guts and decorate an effigy to my father with them!
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Date: 2023-10-12 02:23 am (UTC)He raises a chiding eyebrow at Tav. ] You see? Not the product of a calm mind.
[ There are a million thoughts running through his mind, fears of Tav breaking his bonds or the urge continuing well after daybreak, but Gale wills his own mind to calm. Whatever happens, he'll have to cross that bridge when it collapses underneath him. For now, his sole priority is talking down Tav. ]
I know you're in there. You need to focus — on something that isn't decorating the camp with viscera.
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Date: 2023-10-12 02:38 am (UTC)Father requires a sacrifice. Father requires blood and insides spread all over the camp, as many as this Bhaalspawn can manage!
[Which will clearly not be many by the way Tav’s kicking has slowed or the way he starts to still despite his words.]
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Date: 2023-10-13 01:13 am (UTC)[ A little trite, honestly, but he supposes he can't expect the god of murder to want much other than murder. He eyes Tav's injuries, noticing his bleeding, his lethargy. On one hand, it's a relief to know the person threatening to mass murder their camp isn't much of a threat. On the other, he can't help but worry that Tav won't be himself again in time to properly recover. ]
You can cease your struggling. Your sacrifices will go unmade if you only injure yourself further.
[ His delivery has the confident air of someone who knows what they're talking about, but inside, he's uncertain. If Tav doesn't stop fighting his restraints, he'll have to change tack. To what, he's as of yet undecided. ]
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Date: 2023-10-13 01:24 am (UTC)Gods be damned, he's freezing. The pelting rain combined with the fever the Urge brings on and the blood loss, he's shivering and trying to focus is taking more out of him than he expected.]
Gale. [He at least wants to say his friend's name one more time, should the elements and the Urge take him down. What he realizes, though, is that saying his friend's name is like a beacon in the night, a lighthouse on the coast.[ Gale.
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Date: 2023-10-15 03:52 pm (UTC)Excellent, but something tells me we're still in the thick of it.
[ It doesn't take a physician to tell when something's in there with Tav — and not the worm. Judging by the glassy look in his eyes, it hasn't quite left. ]
Keep focusing. Keep control. You're more than capable.
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Date: 2023-10-15 05:56 pm (UTC)It really wants you dead. [Tav pants out, adjusting himself against the tree and suffering more blood draining down his side.] Suppose that’s flattering in its own way.
[In a sorry the god of murder wants you extra special dead with your insides on the outside way.]
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Date: 2023-10-19 06:40 pm (UTC)Charmed as I am, [ he says, decidedly not charmed by the whole thing, ] I assure you there's far less lethal ways to butter me up.
[ He's so easily flattered — by anything but this. Besides, Tav's urges are hardly special. He's not the first to want to bash Gale's head in, and he likely won't be the last. After all, Gale can be incredibly annoying.
He gives Tav a pointed look. ] And I don't think you're in any state to decorate the camp with my insides, if you'll pardon my saying so. [ He takes a small, cautious step closer. ] Your injuries are only getting worse.
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Date: 2023-10-20 01:09 pm (UTC)If I… there are rituals you need to follow. Don’t let my body fall into Bhaal’s hands.
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Date: 2023-10-22 06:33 pm (UTC)You're far more deranged than I previously thought if you think I'm simply going to stand here, twiddling my thumbs, and watch you bleed out.
[ He's no cleric, but how hard can it be to attempt basic first aid? Far stupider than him have done it, surely. ]
If you can control yourself, we'll get you into my tent and I'll do what I can. In the morning, when you've full control of your faculties again, Shadowheart will see to you.
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Date: 2023-10-22 06:41 pm (UTC)He thinks he can see the first rays, but those could be a play on rain-soaked and blood-drained body.]
There it is now. [Tav murmurs as his head drops to his shoulder, breath slowing and eyelids lowering to half-mast.]