Log: Attempting to talk to Dalinuel

From FiranMUX

Veliana comes back into the medical ward and starts towards Dalinuel and says, "I have Captain Yacen coming to help me. We will get something for you to drink. But I can't trust that you aren't going to bite me. So i am not taking off that gag." she watches him carefully.

Veliana looks over to Tezzer and asks, "Has anyone assessed him for bites? He did get bit, correct? From something?" She moves closer to the tied man and starts to look about for marks. She looks at Dalinuel and asks, "Were you bit? If you were, nod your head. And try to motion where it is." She wants to get a look at this bite.

Iona has arrived.

Dalinuel just watches. As long as she stays back he's not too bad, although he chews at the gags, trying to get some relief for the thirst. He nods at her question and jerks his head toward his shoulder. As she moves closer though, he watches her hands. Or maybe the wrists.

Veliana is standing near Dalinuel, checking him out for something. She has a quarterstaff in her hand quite ready to strike him square in the head with any sudden movements. She flickers her gaze when she notices someone else in the room. She takes in Dalinuel's jerk of the head and her hands come closer to his shoulder, eyeing the gag. She narrows her eyes and says, "This does not look like canine teeth.." She murmurs.

Tezzer has connected.

Iona smiles faintly over at Dalinuel. "Hey there... you feeling any better?" She glances over at Veliana and says, "What doesn't look like a dog?"

Dalinuel is tied to the cot and gagged. As people pass by his eye fix on their tender places...necks, wrists...where the warm blood comes near the surface of their skin. Sometimes his eyes show some light of sanity and other times they do not. There is a bite mark visible at the joint of his neck and shoulder. Human bite...not dog, not vampire. Human.

Veliana motions Iona over to the man and says, "Try and stay back as best you can. He's still restless." She murmurs and points to the bite on his shoulder and says, "This is not a canine bite. Its looks .. like human teeeth." She points out as she reaches up to run her fingers over her own teeth as she demonstrates for Iona. "They think these people have been bit by a dog .. but what if its not a dog?"

Yacen has arrived.

Iona eyes the bit and blushes a little. "Looks like something a lover might do," the nearly forty year old mother of

Veliana flashes her eyes up at Dalinuel and says, 'Did a person bite you?" She is interrogating the man with staff in hand as she looks over Dalinuel. She adds, "Nod if that's a yes. Nod twice if you can tell me who bit you."

Yacen arrives moments after Veliana tells him to come... Okay, so it's more than moments, it's a few minutes. But conversations had to be ended, you understand. "Is he still the same?" he asks after he arrives, coming closer to Dalinuel's cot.

Dalinuel manages to coherently jerk his head at the question. Twice, actually. He pants at the effort and sucks dryly at the gag.

Iona blinks in surprise as they get an answer. "Hmm," she says as she turns to Veli. "If I gave him a scroll and a stylus, do you think he could -write- it? Or is there a risk of him jamming it into someone?"

Veliana looks up at Yacen and says, "I need to get that gag off his mouth. Without him biting people. He's following my hands like he wants to bite me. So I would say he's the same." She motions to Dalinuel's shoulder and says, "However it seems he was not bitten by a dog. It was a human. I need him to tell me who bit him." *Firan* Veliana shakes her head at Iona and says, "I don't want sharp objects in his hands, but he does need to drink some yarrow. I need someone to hold his head, while I pour it. I don't want him biting anyone." Especially her by the look in her eyes.

Dalinuel watches all the pretty hands fluttering about. The closer they get, the more closely he watches.

Veliana murmurs something to yacen and watches Dalinuel quietly.

Yacen's wrestling skills are slightly rusty from years of sword fighting, but he's definitely strong enough. "Do you think you could just soak his gag?" he asks... but then that wouldn't help with the whole, tell me who bit you portion of it.

You whisper ""That bite looks like something Kel used to get .. and hide with his toga." She arches a brow quietly at Yacen. "Does he have a wife or lover here in Ellish?"" to Yacen.

Yacen looks very shocked at whatever it is that Veliana asks him.

Iona's very much not strong. She looks almost brittle, as thin as she is.

Veliana catches the shocked look and says, "From his wife." she stresses to the man and shakes her head. It wasn't her doing. She's trying very hard to stress that point.

Yacen whispers "Dalinuel?! You're kidding me. I think he's only been to a whore because I forced him to go."

You whisper "Ah. Well, then someone did that .. without his consent .. We need to get the gag off of his mouth so he can drink and so he will talk. We need to trace the bite back to the original source. Otherwise, they will kill my dog. The dog Kelarik gave me." She looks pleading at that, "And quite frankly, I have already lost my staff he gave me, I am not willing to lose my dog too."" to Yacen.

Veliana turns back to replay to Yacen's hushed words. Her eyes pained a little.

Yacen nods slowly then. "Okay, um.. I think I can hold his head still if someone else can untie the knot in the gag. Not sure if I can do both at the same time without choking him." And that isn't much of an option.

Iona offers, "I can get the gag, I think." *Firan*

Tezzer jerks awake from his doze and spots Veliana near Dalinuel. "Only drops of tea," he says, urgently. "More makes them get frustrated and violent. Probably because nothing's getting down their throat."

Rinzik semi-wakes, enough to murmur something vaguely prayer-like, then promptly rolls back over.

Veliana nods her head, eyes determined and says, "Sister .. please come to the back .. untie his gag, but hold it close to his head. We will move it to his chin only, stay with both hands on it, in case we need to cover his mouth soon." She looks to Tezzer and says, "I need him to talk to me as well." She narrows her eyes and motions to Iona. "Slowly now." Veliana gets the tea ready.

Iona studies Dal for a moment in silence. "I think I can help him regain a bit of control. Uf's will is like the hurricane gale. It bends and breaks all things that stand against it. Perhaps if I grant him some of this first, it will let the true self overcome this madness." She looks at the other two as she ever moves closer to the gag, nodding to the direction.

Dalinuel starts to struggle more as the hands get closer to his head. Well, his mouth. He tries to snap his teeth at anyone who comes close., but of course he has a mouth full of bandages.

Tezzer just woke up. He's happy to be even that coherent.

Yacen looks over toward Tezzer. "Have we tried wine or whiskey on them at all?" he asks, lifting a hand up for Iona to hold off. He doesn't want any questions in his head when this stuff starts. *Firan*

Veliana flickers her gaze to Yacen and says, "Let's not be rough with him." she murmurs, "Its not his fault." She's trying to justify that to herself as she seems to be talking down her angered feeling at the moment. For so many things. She is doing her best to talk herself into calm. Compassionate healer. Trying. She looks up at Tezzer and tilts her head quietly, "Has anyone else realized this isn't a -dog- bite?" She too halts Iona for a moment, "Step back for a moment, Sister." *Firan*

Tezzer shakes his head, looking more awake afterwards. "We have only tried tea so far. For food, I'd like to see if we can get them to take some stew - its thicker consistency might be easier for them to swallow than the water." Grimly, he spreads his hands, rising and coming closer. "I wasn't sure what it was, other than 'not dog', hence my current orders to our excursion. If others have, they did not mention it to me." *Firan*

Veliana changes her mind about the gag being removed and tilts her head, "Let's soak the gag instead. Perhaps?" She looks to Dalinuel who is trying to snap at people's hands and decides better of it. She looks up to Tezzer, "That means we need to trace the bite back to who bit him and .. why." She takes a deep breath and leans on her staff as she looks to Yacen. "Let's hold off on removing that .. he's bound to try and fight." She murmurs softly, "But, there has to be a way to communicate without words." She is thinking thinking. Hard. *Firan*

Tezzer pauses. "Oh. Wait. Someone mentioned they had tried to give Commander Rinzik wine before they got here. But his rejection of it could equally well just have been adherence to the Hydra Warrior Code." Apparently his memory works in a more piecemeal fashion upon just waking. *Firan*

Iona steps back and nods faintly. "There isn't one, unless we let him write. Or we put letters on a board and he and give us a way to figure out which it is." *Firan*

Veliana looks to Yacen and then to Dalinuel, "Can you read? Or write? Do you know your letters?" She likes Iona's idea and says, "I want to know what bit the Commander as well though.. do we know if his bite is human or dog?" She asks the last bit of Tezzer. He's the Hydran. And he's the man. He would be the one dealing with the grumby Hydran. *Firan*

"He might be able to tell us who did it...." Then Yacen nods toward Iona's thought. "Letters. We could hold them up and see if he can spell out who did it. There's plenty of scrolls in supply, I can grab a few."

Iona says "I heard it was a dog in his lordship's case." She shrugs and sits down nearby, giving Dal a pitying smile. "But that's just what I heard." *Firan*

Dalinuel's eyes flicker around. He's not quite sure what these people are up to. He sucks vainly at the gag and coughs dryly around it.

Veliana nods her head towards Yacen and says, 'Yes, .. let's get some scrolls. We have some in here. I think." She tilts her head towards Dalinuel and says, "You said that you can tell me who bit you. I need you to tell me who.." She looks quite determined on this and reaches out to get a better look at the bite, running her fingers gently over it. Tenatively getting a feel for the texture of the wound. *Firan*

Tezzer lifts his brows just slightly. "Oh, the commander was very clear about being bitten by a dog." A sharp look goes to Iona. "'His lordship', Sister Iona?" Information is good. *Firan*

Yacen glances back toward Dalinuel. "If we're not going to take the gag off to give him something to drink, at least soak the gag so that he can get something from it." *Firan*

Iona says "The hyrdan that got bit was a lord, right?" She's not too sure, confusedly scratching her curls. "I thought he was."

Dalinuel tries to twist his head around far enough to get a bite out of Veliana's hand. Good thing he's tied up securely.

Jahala has arrived.

Veliana thinks on Yacen's words and says, "Okay .. " She leans forward with her bottle of yarrow and puts it to the top of the gag, dribbling drops of the yarrow down in the edge of the gag. Enough to give him something to drink, but not remove the gag or drown him in the yarrow. She narrows her eyes at Dalinuel, "You snap at me, and I will knock you out cold. I don't want to have to do that, Brother. Please don't make me." *Firan*

Tezzer jerks a thumb at Rinzik. "That one, Sister? No; he's part of our sharanir's family. If there was another, however, that information is needed." *Firan*

Iona ohs. She smiles at Tezzer and shakes her head. "No, that was the only other one I've heard of. Did he start to get really thirsty before he went mad?" *Firan*

Dalinuel is tied to the cot and gagged. As people pass by his eye fix on their tender places...necks, wrists...where the warm blood comes near the surface of their skin. Sometimes his eyes show some light of sanity and other times they do not.

Yacen is busy writing down all of the letters of the Firan language onto some torn up bits of scrolls. Because for some reason, this seems to be really important(tm).

Tezzer nods. "The thirst is one of the symptoms both have in common." *Firan*

Veliana looks to Yacen, "I heard you say before, that you are his friend. Maybe he will speak with you, Captain." She sits on a nearby cot and watches Dalinuel with a steel gaze. She tilts her head, "Can you ask him to spell out the name of who bit him. Perhaps we can see if we can trace it back. If it was the Commander that bit him then its a dog who started it .. if not .. then we have another sick person running around the camp." *Firan* Iona frowns to herself. She looks over to the poor gagged man. "Dalinuel, was it someone we know?" This could be important. *Firan*

Jahala makes her way into the infirmary, presumably to pray for she is anything but a healer. The sight of Rinzik and a bound Dalinuel makes her pause however and she stares at them, she can't help it, before making her way over to the prayer corner to pray, for now.

Jahala closes her eyes for a minute as if in prayer.

Dalinuel jerks his head from side to side and bleats a word through the gag. "Hur," us what it sounds like most. He closes his eyes and pants a bit, sucking at the gag. Then he jerks his head off in the direction of the Third Division's camp. *Firan*

Yacen nods toward Veliana as she speaks. "He does know me best.. He's my brother," admits the man, his thumb moving to play with a ring that isn't there. "Okay, Dalinuel. Look at me, alright? I'm going to show you some letters, okay. Spell out what you want us to know?" then he starts going through the alphabet. Whenver Dalinuel picks a letter, he writes it down and starts going through the alphabet again. If Dalinuel picks out a letter. If he's sane enough to. *Firan*

Veliana finds her perpetual frown on her face as she looks to the direction of where Dalinuel is jerking his head. She arches a brow and says, "Spell it out for us ..." She says, she keeps her demeanor quiet and perhaps a little nicer, though her eyes flash with impatience. She really wishes she could take the gag off and make him talk instead. She watches Yacen quietly as she watches to see if Dalinuel will point out any letters that make sense. *Firan*

Dalinuel is more interested in all the delicious looking wrists flying around the room than the dry and tasteless rolls of scrap papyrus.

Yacen shakes his head. "Okay, this isn't working." He takes a deep breath. "We're going to have to ungag him. He said something. We need to know what that was." *Firan*

Iona says "I think it's someone we know." *Firan*

Veliana looks exasperated. She narrows her eyes in frustration and says, "I think we might .." She agrees with Yacen and says, "If you can hold his head down, we will do that. He's tied to the cot .. he can't move much, except his head. Its the saliva we are worried about." She stands slowly and says, "I will remove the gag .. just hold him still, Yacen.." she forgets titles for the moment. *Firan*

Yacen shakes his head to Iona. "He shook his head when you asked him if we knew them and then tried to say something." *Firan*

Having said her prayers, Jahala chooses to linger. "I think.... " she pauses, furrowing her brow as she considers the various options and she tilts her head a little. "Dalinuel, did you go to the whores?" she asks, "Either that or it's something he was wearing, fur or something."

Iona says again, "Let me try to help his reason. Maybe strengthen him against the madness with faith." *Firan*

Veliana stands and goes up behind Dalineul. She murmurs quietly, "Don't you bite me, Dalinuel. I am trying to help you." She is practically pleading with the man in her voice, because she won't hesitate to knock him in the head. She looks to Yacen and waits until he is ready to do this. She tilts her head to Iona and says, "If you think it will help .. I don't see why not.." *Firan*

Dalinuel manages to control his twitching long enough to jerk his head up once at Jahala's question. Then he jerks his head in teh direction of the Third Division's camp again.

Iona produces as feather from her pack and runs it through the incense burning at Uf's makeshift altar. She then brings it over and touches it, lightly to Dal's head, staying behind him so he can't snap at her. "Uf, let your strength flow through me to him. Let your iron will become his. Let his true self stand fast against the madness. So do I ask, so let it be done." *Firan*

Okay, now that reaction shocks Yacen. He repeats again. "Dalinuel... Are you telling us that you went to a whore?" It's simple, but you know, Yacen might have misinterpreted that.

Veliana arches a brow towards Yacen when dalinuel gives the the reaction he gives. "I thought you said he doesn't go to whores.." She murmurs and stays hunched down behind Dalinuel's head, ready to remove the gag once the call is issued. She's giving Yacen the time to talk to Dalinuel and decipher what he is trying to say. *Firan*

Dalinuel is a bit more restrained with Iona's blessing on him...or at least slightly less inclined to to try and bite. Not that there's much else he can do. He jerks his head up again at Yacen's question, and tries to speak..."Urd osser," he gasps. "Afuh furr." *Firan*

Jahala's eyes are cast up to the ceiling, "Men." she murmurs and she shakes her head. Obviously it takes a priestess of Eesha to even consider the option. At Veliana's words she shakes her head, "He is a young man and from a clan where such is expected of men. Though I truly do believe we may want to ban all soldiers from going to the whores if this is how they come back." As more is said she frowns, "Third something?" *Firan*

Iona doesn't looked shocked, horrified, or even surprised at the mention of whores. "Third... others? Offer?" *Firan*

Veliana looks closely and murmurs the words over and over.. "Third ... officer ..?" She says after a moment. She takes the second bit and tilts her head, "Off of fur?!" She peers at Dalinuel to see how much she got right after much much working it out in her head. *Firan*

Dalinuel twitches his head toward Veliana.

The city begins to come alive with noise as the merchants prepare to open the market for the day. "He... doesn't," answers Yacen. Yes, he's shocked at this. "Well, suppose every guy does after a while." He sighs as everyone tries to decipher what he's saying. He certainly has no clue.

Iona says "An officer in the third?" *Firan*

Veliana looks to Yacen confused and says, "Does that mean yes or no?" She takes the twitch of his head to her and says, "Yacen .. let's try and get the gag off of him. Maybe .. he will speak more .." She grimaces quietly and says, "I don't care if he goes to whores or not. Gods know I know enough men who do.." She doesn't have the slightest idea what he is saying but this game of charades is frustrating Veliana to no end, "Hold his head Yacen. I am taking the gag off .." *Firan*

Iona is playing twenty questions. She looks at Veli and then back to Dalinuel.

Dalinuel twitches has hands reach toward him. Sweat pours off him, which is a good trick since he can't keep liquids down.

Jahala considers that, "I guess that is possible. That an officer of the Third has pointed him to a place where men might visit whores?" she suggests, glancing at Dalinuel for confirmation. "It seems more logical than the whore being an officer in the Third." *Firan*

Yacen moves over to Dalinuel when Veliana says to get the gag off. "Dalinuel, if you bite me, I swear I'll have Teekle do something..." He tries to get a hand on both side of the priest's head, just above the ears, then curl his fingers through Dalinuel's hair, just for an extra bit of pain should Dali decide to try moving too much. *Firan* raspberry tart has left.

Veliana loosens the gag and carefully moves it over the man's chin and says, "Dalinuel .. do me a favor and don't move." She really is warning him there as she motions for the two priestesses to get back from the cot and says, "Take a breath and try and speak.." She says finally. She has a firm grip on the gag though and she will not hesitate to capture his mouth with it if he starts to snap at Yacen. *Firan*

Iona is standing far enough away to be out of snap-range, now that her blessing has taken effect. She hopes.

Talikos has arrived.

At the mention of biting, Jahala opens her backpack and retrieves a raspberry tart. "Perhaps this will placate him?" she wonders... even as she steps back on Veliana's orders.

There is a Dalinuel tied to the cot. Yacen is holding his head and Veliana has the gag resting on dalinuel's chin. They are holding him down with two priestesses standing around.

Dalinuel starts to thrash wildly...All thouse wrists just out of reach. He fixes on one, then the next, hurling his head against Yacen's hands. If his butt length hair is hgetting pulled out he doesn't notice...the thirst is overpoering...

Talikos tromps in and pauses in the entry way. Seeing Dalinuel, his face immediately falls. "Oh, Kammie's right tit," he murmurs, mostly to himself. *Firan*

Veliana quickly wrestles with Dalinuel's head. Tightening her grip on the gag and finally gets it back into his open mouth, she clamps the gag over Dalinuel's mouth and ties it tight again, when he starts to thrash. "This is not working." She exclaims and stands up and stalks to another corner of the medical ward. She is uber frustrated. *Firan*

Dalinuel is not interested in tarts.

Iona speaks in a low insistant voice. "Dalinuel. I know you are in there. Focus. Let the blessing of Kamnestra's loving sister be your rock in the tide. The eye of the storm -calm, collected. Find yourself through the haze. Come to us." *Firan*

As Dalinuel starts to go more and more insane, Yacen says in a calm voice, "Veliana, move away." Then the gag is back on and he lets go of his friend, getting out of the way. "Look, he talks to us when we're not next to him. Maybe we need to get the gag off and then move away."

Dalinuel strains agains his restraints. The warm delicious blood contains are moving out of reach. Madness starts to show in his eyes again and his breath rasps as he chokes for air around his gag.

Veliana just watches Yacen helpless from her corner in the medical ward. She looks utterly upset. She just shakes her head, "I -need- to know what is going on." She looks quite desperate about that and just shakes her head, "We can't even find a cure .. until we know what's causing it." She takes a breath at Yacen's words and says, "He's not calm enough to talk .. he can't even -focus-!" She just sighs and finds a cot far away to sit down at, pulling the hood of her cloak over her head. *Firan*

Once the gag has been put back in place, Jahala moves forward and places the tart next to Dalinuel's bed. "Even if he doesn't want this, perhaps a Teffie will come by and help him. If you got this somehow through Her ritual well..." she shakes her head and lingers perhaps a bit too long near the man's bedside even as he starts to go berserk. "Dalinuel? Are you telling us that an officer of the Third Division knows where this whore is?"

Dalinuel closes his eyes tightly. Don't look at the hands....He jerks his head once at Jahala's question.

Veliana stops and tilts her head, "Is it a whore at all, Dalinuel?" She asks simply. One last exasperated attempt to get some answers. *Firan*

"But he /was/ focused. He was /talking/ to us," answers Yacen quickly. Okay, so he's not a healer, but at least he has that part. He rubs his temples then looks over toward Dalinuel... "That's it.. Keep your eyes closed. Just don't look at anyone." Especially not people with blood in them. Dalinuel screws his eyes shut. "Essss," he groans around his gag, trying his best to answer Veliana's question. Then he coughs more, dryly. Hec...hec...hec. *Firan*

Veliana takes that as a yes and says, "Alright. So its a whore. ." She sighs and looks to Yacen. She just rests her head in her hands. She has no other questions. She can't focus enough to get the man to talk. She says quietly, "If you think taking the gag off and moving far away from the cot is a good idea. .. we can try it.." She just sighs. *Firan*

Granted, this is Ellish so it's not out of the question but it's hardly likely that one finds people without blood in this infirmary at least. Jahala nods slowly and frowns upon hearing that coughing. "He should get something to drink..." Just preferably tea, milk, or soup... not her blood.

Yacen takes a deep breath. "Okay, so it was a whore and an officer in the Third Division knows either where to find this whore or they know about this whore. At least we know it wasn't a dog." *Firan*

Iona says "He can't keep it down." She frowns to Jahala. "It won't do him any good, we've tried." *Firan*

Talikos pinballs his eyes between people in the room as they talk, moving to get a closer look at Dalinuel.

Iona has left.

Veliana nods her head and says, 'Well, but what about the Commander.." She asks Yacen. She motions to Rinzik and says, "Obviously .. he said he was bit by a dog .. " She doesn't really look as if she thinks that she will get answers out of Rinzik, not straight ones when he is away. She looks to Talikos and says, "My Lord .. I don't advise getting too close.." She looks back to Yacen, "Do you want to try and remove the gag?" *Firan*

"Go check Rinzik. See if his mark is the same as Dalinuel's," replies Yacen after a moment. "We need to find out if this is the same thing, or if it's something different that's affecting them both."

Dalinuel jerks his head from side to side. Screwing with the gag is tirture far worse than being gagged.

Talikos shakes his head to Veliana. "I'm not getting too close," he says, quietly. He squints at Dal, trying to see if anything's gleaming in the man's eyes beyond madness. *Firan*

"Well, the initiate can't talk and you just said the Commander does, Mes, so perhaps these are two different illnesses?" Jahala asks Veliana's opinion for she is the healer. She then glances at Yacen when he gives the order and she nods. "We probably should try and find out what rank this officer had, right?" she looks at Dalinuel. "Initiate... was it a Centurion?"

Talikos looks over at the others. "I don't know what's up with that Hydran, but it's not -this-.. you don't have to be a healer to see -that-," he opines. *Firan*

Veliana tilts her head towards Yacen and says, "I am not allowed to touch him. He's a Hydran .. and he will go insane. He already thinks I poisoned the tea. He is paranoid. Brother Dalinuel is violent. They are two different symptoms. But its possible that .. if we could hear the Brother speak, we could deduce if he is also paranoid.." *Firan*

Yacen notes quietly. "Dalinuel's a priest. I'm the initiate." Then to Talikos, he shakes his head. "M'lord, we are trying to get to the bottom of this. There is a chance that it is the same disease but with different symptoms. We need to find this out." He nods toward Veliana and speaks softly to her. *Firan*

Yacen whispers "We'll remove his gag and step away, give him enough time to calm down hopefully, then see what he can tell us. Rinzik was understandable when he was calmed down, Dalinuel seems to be as well." *Firan*

Dalinuel slips quietly into unconsciousness. Blessed relief. People should beat him up more often.

Yacen brings Tezzer into the huddle too. Cause he's like, in charge

Dalinuel drifts off to sleep.

Veliana nods her head towards Yacen and stands up to move towards Dalinuel. When she stands over the top of him, she sighs, "Yacen .. he's out again." She looks incredibly defeated on that note and just shakes her head. "We will never figure it out at this rate." She pulls her hood over her face again and heads out of the medical ward, perhaps running for a haybale to hide in or something.