Taako doesn't ordinarily dream. It's very likely due to the fact that he doesn't really sleep; not the way most people would know it, anyway. Elves have their weird biological bullshit just like any other species, or race, whichever one would call it. And so, when he sinks into his restful meditation for the evening, he isn't expecting the vivid imagery that greets him.
He's in Glamour Springs. He's been doing another show, another episode of Sizzle It Up with Taako, and he's just wrapped up the recipe he's been working on with a flourish, displaying the completed chicken for his adoring audience.
"Who wants samples~?"
People line up; old, young, teenagers, househusbands and housewives. Hungry strangers, and bored looky-loos wanting a free show. One by one, they accept their little piece of chicken on a small plate, and they taste it, and they rave about the flavor, about Taako's skill.
One by one, they begin to get sick.
It starts slow; someone feels nauseated, but it's brushed off at first, until someone nearby begins to vomit. Then another. Then another.
Taako doesn't wait to see what happens next. He's already shutting down the wagon, putting everything away so quickly that he nearly smashes a glass bowl in the process, and he's yelling to Sazed to shut it down, to get them moving as soon as possible. Outside of the trailer, he can hear the sounds of a slowly-growing hysteria building, people calling frantically to one-another or begging for help, calling for doctors, and he begins to panic.
He doesn't look back out of the windows as they finally pull away, driving away at a frantic pace, leaving the scene of destruction behind. There's nothing they could do, right? Taako knew exactly what he'd done wrong.
Or so he'd thought.
The next day, he wakes up alone, the trailer silent. Sazed is nowhere to be found. He has to face this alone. Pain and horror gather into a cold, heavy pit low in his stomach. He can't breathe.
And then... he's somewhere else. He's not on the trailer anymore, cold panic wrapping itself around him like a second skin; he's in a hallway, and there is a door ahead. He half-runs to it, and then entirely runs, desperate to get away from this, to go anywhere but here--
-- and then he's falling, and he can't remember why, and a new kind of terror tears at him until, quite suddenly, he lands, pain spiking up through his frame; he's paralyzed for a second, unable to get up. The pain passes, however, and he's able to stand, and there's dirt-- it's everywhere, it's in his mouth and eyes, and he glances up to see someone near him, and then he's falling again, spiraling downward to somewhere unseen, and this time, he isn't alone--
... and, suddenly, he's in Glamour Springs, and he's just finished up a show of Sizzle It Up with Taako, and he's having to watch, helplessly, only dimly aware of his new companion as he hears his own voice call to the audience--
Taako | The Adventure Zone: Balance | TAZ Balance spoilers
Taako doesn't ordinarily dream. It's very likely due to the fact that he doesn't really sleep; not the way most people would know it, anyway. Elves have their weird biological bullshit just like any other species, or race, whichever one would call it. And so, when he sinks into his restful meditation for the evening, he isn't expecting the vivid imagery that greets him.
He's in Glamour Springs. He's been doing another show, another episode of Sizzle It Up with Taako, and he's just wrapped up the recipe he's been working on with a flourish, displaying the completed chicken for his adoring audience.
"Who wants samples~?"
People line up; old, young, teenagers, househusbands and housewives. Hungry strangers, and bored looky-loos wanting a free show. One by one, they accept their little piece of chicken on a small plate, and they taste it, and they rave about the flavor, about Taako's skill.
One by one, they begin to get sick.
It starts slow; someone feels nauseated, but it's brushed off at first, until someone nearby begins to vomit. Then another. Then another.
Taako doesn't wait to see what happens next. He's already shutting down the wagon, putting everything away so quickly that he nearly smashes a glass bowl in the process, and he's yelling to Sazed to shut it down, to get them moving as soon as possible. Outside of the trailer, he can hear the sounds of a slowly-growing hysteria building, people calling frantically to one-another or begging for help, calling for doctors, and he begins to panic.
He doesn't look back out of the windows as they finally pull away, driving away at a frantic pace, leaving the scene of destruction behind. There's nothing they could do, right? Taako knew exactly what he'd done wrong.
Or so he'd thought.
The next day, he wakes up alone, the trailer silent. Sazed is nowhere to be found. He has to face this alone. Pain and horror gather into a cold, heavy pit low in his stomach. He can't breathe.
And then... he's somewhere else. He's not on the trailer anymore, cold panic wrapping itself around him like a second skin; he's in a hallway, and there is a door ahead. He half-runs to it, and then entirely runs, desperate to get away from this, to go anywhere but here--
-- and then he's falling, and he can't remember why, and a new kind of terror tears at him until, quite suddenly, he lands, pain spiking up through his frame; he's paralyzed for a second, unable to get up. The pain passes, however, and he's able to stand, and there's dirt-- it's everywhere, it's in his mouth and eyes, and he glances up to see someone near him, and then he's falling again, spiraling downward to somewhere unseen, and this time, he isn't alone--
... and, suddenly, he's in Glamour Springs, and he's just finished up a show of Sizzle It Up with Taako, and he's having to watch, helplessly, only dimly aware of his new companion as he hears his own voice call to the audience--
"Who wants samples~?"