"Crawling-.. W-writhing and tearing at
my flesh! I-.. I can feel the burning and the
bleeding and the blistering." - Tobie Peirgarten, 306AC.
In the early hours of January 24th, 306AC. A loud and incredibly agonized roar could be heard from the upper floors of the Apothecary, shortly afterwards, Valentius Decimar left the building with naught but a dismembered hand and a slightly blood-spatter upon his person. The scream had come from none other than Tobie Peirgarten, after realizing his hand was in no usable state after his run in with the Arken, Gabriel.my flesh! I-.. I can feel the burning and the
bleeding and the blistering." - Tobie Peirgarten, 306AC.
Tobie left the Apothecary with the assistance of Johanna Sauer and seemed to be clutching his wrist, or what remained of it. Painkillers had given him little assistance against the dismemberment that ensued and his sheathe seemingly dripped blood, the Peirgarten's family sword resting within had clearly been used to lop off the useless limb.
Any who got close to the Peirgarten could clearly smell the burned flesh that made up his stump, even through the layers of bandaging. His face was pale and his features dripped with sweat that ran down from his brow, dripping from his chin and nose. He had a clear limp and was expecting to return to the Apothecary the next day, in-case any infection might shine through.
When he returned to the estate, he found himself plagued by the pains of a phantom limb. His imaginary hand was used for many things, trying to run it through his hair and struggling to open doors before he switched to his left. It seemed only hours later, after he'd rested and returned to the city that he entered a small backstreet forge. He soon left the building with a gloved right hand, seemingly having had something made to help him with his newly gained disability.
He seemed to spend much of his time in the Fang & Throng Lodge's fighting pit, trying to get used to this new impediment and hosting a newly forged arming-sword in his left hand whilst using his freshly forged right hand as somewhat of a blunt and blocking device. Many whom watched him would notice his strenuous training did him no good, as he continued falling in his unwell state. Even after many tried to stop him, he kept on inviting others to train with him, so that he might continue using his Mariposa-like-movement with this shorter blade.
