WHO: Tav, Cosima, and Stephen Strange WHAT: Tav fights his demons, with help WHEN: late August WHERE: The Gallows, specifically Tav's room NOTES: Blood, gore, etc.
[ He and Cosima had weighed the pros and cons back and forth, sizing them up, before settling on this plan of approach. Sending in a mage might have given Tav some backup, more firepower in the Fade, but it also increased the stakes, the potential of drawing in more spirits or demons like moths to a flame. Best not risk them having to fend off another run-of-the-mill demonic possession in addition to this strange rift-crafted one. ]
A glyph of warding, [ Stephen explains; his voice academic, conversational. ]
It’s actually fairly standard and rote for the native mages, so there ought to be plenty material to cross-reference in the archives. I wasn’t sure if it would make a specific difference here, but presumably any bit helps. And it should keep him restrained and us protected if, y’know.
Makes sense. And truly, I was relying on "both of us being able to make shields of some kind long enough to call for help on the sending crystal," which is not the worst plan, but a little bolstering doesn't hurt.
[A small, tired smile.]
I hate that Tav has to take all the risk, but I'm glad we're doing something. It's been a long road.
It was unsustainable, [ Stephen says, crisp like he’s pronouncing a diagnosis. ] I’d hoped the situation would improve by itself over time — the influence lessening — but evidently that wasn’t the case.
[ The memory of Tav’s hands around his throat, the tent stake stabbing wildly at him, blood in his robes, needing to tie up the druid in glowing eldritch restraints. It had been the last straw for both of them: Tav deciding that he was willing to risk being unmade just to have this stop, and the doctor acknowledging that this needed fixing. They don’t have the resources to monitor him permanently. A threat. A liability, which might in fact be worse.
So, here they are. The Provost and the Head Healer sitting in a room, watching Tav’s motionless body. For a while there’s the scrape of Cosima’s pen against paper, before even that ceases and they simply settle in to wait,
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A glyph of warding, [ Stephen explains; his voice academic, conversational. ]
It’s actually fairly standard and rote for the native mages, so there ought to be plenty material to cross-reference in the archives. I wasn’t sure if it would make a specific difference here, but presumably any bit helps. And it should keep him restrained and us protected if, y’know.
[ If the wrong person comes back. ]
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[A small, tired smile.]
I hate that Tav has to take all the risk, but I'm glad we're doing something. It's been a long road.
potential 🎀
[ The memory of Tav’s hands around his throat, the tent stake stabbing wildly at him, blood in his robes, needing to tie up the druid in glowing eldritch restraints. It had been the last straw for both of them: Tav deciding that he was willing to risk being unmade just to have this stop, and the doctor acknowledging that this needed fixing. They don’t have the resources to monitor him permanently. A threat. A liability, which might in fact be worse.
So, here they are. The Provost and the Head Healer sitting in a room, watching Tav’s motionless body. For a while there’s the scrape of Cosima’s pen against paper, before even that ceases and they simply settle in to wait,
until, finally, the elf wakes up. ]