Story
Tiel
The True Nektar (45)
- But who am I to stop you?
- Quite the sip.
- And I know what you desire.
- Don’t fret.
- I am Sester Genessa.
- What do you want?
- Who are you?
- And I am going to help you… survive it.
- You seek rebirth.
- Hm… what wayward spirit beckons?
- How do you know my name?
- I… am no one.
- Just an… acolyte.
- We both know that’s not true… Tiel.
- … What?
- Of course.
- Sip slowly.
- First you pry it open.
- Just like this.
- And you’re certain the brigands won’t see it?
- Clean it out if needed.
- Oh, no they’re half-tar-blind as it is.
- Then you wait.
- A dirty one preferably.
- And the dirty songs, too.
- And the garish wagons?
- But you know… with a face like this…
- Can I tell you something?
- I wouldn’t dare.
- It’s ridiculous, but I always wanted to be a troubadour.
- Promise you won’t laugh.
- Well, go on then. Play me a song.
- With the funny hats?
- It showed me my beloved.
- What did the Nektar show you?
- It’s a vision. A glimpse of what will be.
- It’s all just a dream.
- The question is not what… but when.
- This…can’t be.
- What is this place?
- Are you in all of them?
- I didn’t think I had a future.
- I… don’t know.
- These… visions?
- Would that bother you?
The Cure (34)
- You should be proud, Tiel.
- You’re a… a fucking madman.
- (strains)
- I’ll kill you for this. That’s a promise.
- Let me out of here!
- You asked for a cure, did you not?
- But… I… I can’t feel my face.
- The malady has been… excised.
- What did you do to me?
- Where am I?
- Your initiation is almost complete.
- You’re cured.
- You’re safe.
- Tiel.
- Wake up.
- Make your offering, Tiel.
- Please, no, I can do better. I swear!
- Silence.
- Good.
- I am ready, Oblate.
- It is time for an offering.
- Rise, acolyte.
- The flame hungers.
- Even now he’s too afraid to defend himself.
- Weakness, frailty… cowardice.
- What sin has he committed?
- What!?
- Why?
- (pained grunt)
- … Tiel?
- I want no part in this…
- It’s worse than any malady.
- This cult of suffering. This madness.
- It is not your flesh, but his that is required.
Lovers Quarrel (29)
- (chugs the Tarwine)
- Genessa…
- No priests, no gods, no maladies.
- There’s nothing to worry about.
- We’re finally free.
- And each time there’s a bottle in your hands.
- Are we?
- I can’t be part of this any longer.
- I’ve watched you die a thousand times…
- Oh, come on, don’t be ridiculous.
- Put the bottle down.
- You don’t understand.
- For what?
- Perhaps a quiet night would be best.
- Wait.
- For a moment I thought you were serious.
- You almost fooled me.
- Ah… You want some?
- No thanks.
- Look what I “found.”
- Oh… how fortunate?
- Quite the haul.
- We’ll be Tar-drunk for days.
- And I cannot bear it.
- I’ve seen what comes next for you.
- This has to stop.
- Wait…
- Wait… are we having a lover’s quarrel?
- What are you talking about?
The Bottle (28)
- See. You don't control me.
- Before it’s too late.
- I’m destroying it.
- The Tar, the booze… everything.
- That’s it. I’m done.
- (grunts)
- Tiel… what are you doing?
- You were right.
- It'll never be just us.
- Shit… it’s here again.
- What? It's just us.
- I’m finally free of this filth.
- That’s it…
- You need me.
- Come on. Have another drink.
- You’re a bore sober.
- I’m the only reason she loves you.
- I keep the pain at bay.
- I protect you.
- Just another brigand who thinks he’s special.
- Without me, you’re nothing.
- I promise.
- Tiel… everything is going to be alright.
- None of this is real.
- You’re just a Tar vision.
- You’re not real.
- Tiel? You look unwell.
- You’re not yourself.
An Old Friend (25)
- I promise.
- No… I’m better now.
- A farewell present?
- It’s just you and me now.
- Maybe she wanted me to have this?
- She’s gone…. Isn’t she?
- Well… maybe… It's just water.
- And that’s the problem.
- He’s getting better.
- He must…
- I know.
- I love him.
- I won’t do it.
- I won’t let him die.
- If he’s to fulfill his purpose.
- That’s why I have to do this.
- This is bigger than you or I or him.
- (snores heavily)
- There’s something I need to tell you.
- Tiel…
- Genessa?
- Genessa? Are you out there?
- Where are you?
- … I need you.
- … Genessa?
The Rash (17)
- But I’m afraid more would be… unwise.
- I see… the rash has worsened.
- It’s quite potent.
- Look at me.
- We’ll see about that.
- Your “remedy” … I need more.
- Tiel!?
- What are you doing here?
- I’m already hurting.
- Please.
- What’s the difference?
- You’re going to hurt yourself.
- Anybody home?
- There you are.
- Locked.
- Shit.
- (sigh) Empty.
The Treasure (13)
- (gulps greedily)
- ... wrong.
- It’s… all…
- What… what gift is this?
- Ah... guess the bribe worked.
- One lockpick just as promised.
- (exhales)
- All according to plan.
- Now… where’d my “friend” leave the lockpick?
- (chuckles) Only one lock?
- Easy.
- The Nektar… it's real.
- There it is.