Torn, bruised and exhausted as he was, staggered over to Keira, trying to catch his breath. “We’ll bring the injured downstream, to the merfolk,” he said, his hands on his knees. He took a few moments to recover from the strenuous exercise of battling the hydra. “Gods… Uhm. Well. Yeah, the merfolk can do the healing, so don’t worry about that.” Torn caught a glimpse of Keira’s hands, and walked over, taking them in his own - gently. “One moment,” he said, smiling wearily at her. He gestured at a Misfit, who brought a jar of honey from the group’s food supplies - and applied a thin coating to the wound. “It coats the burn to prevent infection, and provides nutrients to the skin for healing,” he explained. When he was done, he surveyed the carnage around him.
Marks of the fight could be spotted all the way along the riverbanks. Broken branches (and indeed entire trees), marks from the hydra’s breath, blood and heads, groaning Misfits… The marks of the battle could be read on the riverbank for at least a mile. What could come across as peculiar was that the Misfits, even the injured ones, were in high spirits. They congratulated each other on a fight well fought, smiled, cracked jokes, and generally behaved like they had not just undergone a gruelling trial by combat. Torn smiled at his companions, making a round to congratulate each one before the injured were taken away for convalescence in the merfolk city.
When all was said and done, Torn went over to the last head of the hydra, and poked it with his foot. “We’ll need to get rid of this, somehow,” he thought aloud, scratching his chin. He began his thought process, which was after all not that impressive. “Well, let’s see. If the head rejoins with the body, the beast will revive. We don’t want that, obviously. The merfolk could possibly keep it in a safe, but all it’d take was a single disgruntled merman… “ He began pacing back and forth, still scratching his chin. “Moving the body a long way away is out of the question, and the head could harm someone wherever it may be kept…” Torn eventually sat down on a rock, running a hand through his now dirty hair, then rubbed his neck in thought. “No matter how we spin it, it’s a risk anywhere on Revaliir,” he said, before the solution finally dawned on him.
“But not elsewhere,” he said, with a self-satisfied grin plastered across his face. He walked over to the severed head and heaved it over his shoulder, before turning to Keira, grinning like a fool. “It’s dangerous anywhere on Revaliir. But from what I understand, your aunt Angela lives… elsewhere. So! What do you say about visiting your auntie, Keira?” Torn said, wiggling his eyebrows most childishly as he smiled.
Torn's god rules:
i: Torn can make anyone feel an intense desire to overcome massive challenges, even where logic dictates it should be impossible. This also incurs a blessing to help them succeed.
ii: If Torn approves of - or praises - a piece of music, that song will evermore sound more appealing to mortal ears.
iii: Torn has the ability to summon any creature he has personally slain, to serve any purpose - or transform into one himself.
Voice Actor: Jon Cozart (Paint)
Theme Song: Masatoshi Ono - Departure!
I am KeeXeyn.
