1st of Saun, Arc 717
Dear Me,
Ren.
Ren, oh yes, Ren. I think about him often. How absolutely disruptive he is - how I can hear his belligerent screaming as I operate on others, how he acts consciously and even subconsciously in a manner dedicated to my downfall. I think about the fact that his father is subsidizing his stay particularly because he knows who this boy is, and what he's capable of, yet refuses to admit it and avoids responding personally to my letters.
Ren, this sniveling little rube, has come to join the family of Kaelserad for what appears to be the long-haul.
But he's begun to change, because... lately... to his meals I have added bits and pieces of El'ganneth Rhovanion. He has become less content with his meals day-by-day, and instead, seeks something else. Vegetables no longer appease him - he now operates almost strictly on meats. He is beginning to feel a change, a distortion. The illness operative within him, causing for this perpetually high fever that barely seemed to graze him, has stilled. He no longer has any fever, and does not seem to possess a strong urge to spread the illness, likely because it has become - apparently - dormant.
Ren has become... quieter. Less vicious, instead more dependent. Somehow, my assumptions regarding Ren and Rhovanion were in fact correct. The treatment, perhaps improving with my recent adjustments, does not induce solely violence psychologically. I've begun to add pain-killing reagents to the mix, and even the occasional pinch of relaxation compelling drugs. While the dietary needs change, viciousness does not follow to quite the same degree... or at least apparently.
With Fridgar and Kais... Kleine, present, I'll begin to attempt a psychological and physical analysis of Ren Norendel von Lordaeron.
The doctor had everything prepared. Ren was, as usual, cuffed to the bed. This time however, he was moved to the main treatment room, with no other patients currently present. Alistair had prepared everything they needed, most in part a quill and parchment to record the boy's words over what would be something of a psychological interview. He decided that Fridgar would be the interviewer, since the boy was oddly taken to him, but of course kept keen on the idea of possibly rescinding this if necessary - if Fridgar was not asking the right questions, or properly rehabilitating him.
Regardless, the doctor was fully ready, wearing his fanciful silken brocade vest and his sleek, tight-fitting trousers. His handkerchief all in place beside his silk collar, the noble stood straight and quietly ushered his colleagues into the room. It was time to begin research on the possible recuperation of the subject, Ren Norendel.
"Kleine, Fridgar," Alistair began, "after today, we won't be administering any more of the Rhovanion mix I made. We're going to stop before it becomes an addiction. Considering it seems to have pacified him to some extent, and has frozen the progression of his... Yithnai-based affliction I presume, I believe we can work on treating the illness in its entirety so that when the effects of the drug are no longer present, he will still not revert to his need to spread the disease. I do not know if a Yithnai's psyche can truly be treated, but - we'll soon find out," the man stated, looking between the two.
"Fridgar, do you have an idea of what you're going to say to him? You need to get into his heart and... I don't know, figure something out. He needs to be brought back to humankind," the mage stated, biting his lower lip. "If that's possible."
Dear Me,
Ren.
Ren, oh yes, Ren. I think about him often. How absolutely disruptive he is - how I can hear his belligerent screaming as I operate on others, how he acts consciously and even subconsciously in a manner dedicated to my downfall. I think about the fact that his father is subsidizing his stay particularly because he knows who this boy is, and what he's capable of, yet refuses to admit it and avoids responding personally to my letters.
Ren, this sniveling little rube, has come to join the family of Kaelserad for what appears to be the long-haul.
But he's begun to change, because... lately... to his meals I have added bits and pieces of El'ganneth Rhovanion. He has become less content with his meals day-by-day, and instead, seeks something else. Vegetables no longer appease him - he now operates almost strictly on meats. He is beginning to feel a change, a distortion. The illness operative within him, causing for this perpetually high fever that barely seemed to graze him, has stilled. He no longer has any fever, and does not seem to possess a strong urge to spread the illness, likely because it has become - apparently - dormant.
Ren has become... quieter. Less vicious, instead more dependent. Somehow, my assumptions regarding Ren and Rhovanion were in fact correct. The treatment, perhaps improving with my recent adjustments, does not induce solely violence psychologically. I've begun to add pain-killing reagents to the mix, and even the occasional pinch of relaxation compelling drugs. While the dietary needs change, viciousness does not follow to quite the same degree... or at least apparently.
With Fridgar and Kais... Kleine, present, I'll begin to attempt a psychological and physical analysis of Ren Norendel von Lordaeron.
The doctor had everything prepared. Ren was, as usual, cuffed to the bed. This time however, he was moved to the main treatment room, with no other patients currently present. Alistair had prepared everything they needed, most in part a quill and parchment to record the boy's words over what would be something of a psychological interview. He decided that Fridgar would be the interviewer, since the boy was oddly taken to him, but of course kept keen on the idea of possibly rescinding this if necessary - if Fridgar was not asking the right questions, or properly rehabilitating him.
Regardless, the doctor was fully ready, wearing his fanciful silken brocade vest and his sleek, tight-fitting trousers. His handkerchief all in place beside his silk collar, the noble stood straight and quietly ushered his colleagues into the room. It was time to begin research on the possible recuperation of the subject, Ren Norendel.
"Kleine, Fridgar," Alistair began, "after today, we won't be administering any more of the Rhovanion mix I made. We're going to stop before it becomes an addiction. Considering it seems to have pacified him to some extent, and has frozen the progression of his... Yithnai-based affliction I presume, I believe we can work on treating the illness in its entirety so that when the effects of the drug are no longer present, he will still not revert to his need to spread the disease. I do not know if a Yithnai's psyche can truly be treated, but - we'll soon find out," the man stated, looking between the two.
"Fridgar, do you have an idea of what you're going to say to him? You need to get into his heart and... I don't know, figure something out. He needs to be brought back to humankind," the mage stated, biting his lower lip. "If that's possible."