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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 14:14:22 GMT -5
(oof, well i hope it gets better soon and you can get a chance to treat it/get it checked out)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 15:16:05 GMT -5
( yea giving it until Monday to see if icing and such helps )
( so like I imagine a bunch of griffons just appearing in Kirkwall lol )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 15:23:51 GMT -5
(itโs a bird! itโs a dragon! itโs griffons?? Kirkwall would definitely make a big deal out of it xP)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 15:33:57 GMT -5
( maybe not lol they seen some nonsense over the years xD )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 15:43:52 GMT -5
(but griffons man!!! xD)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 15:54:32 GMT -5
( *gestures to Anders, the qunari, the mage rebellion, corypheus and other nasties* )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 16:10:03 GMT -5
(cries in griffon)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 16:13:05 GMT -5
( cries in dragon )
( ngl I want corryn to have the same shape shifting magic that Flemeth did xD dragon form, activate!! )
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โโะพฯ
ษดแด แดแด
แดษชแดแดแดษดแดแด แดxแดแดแดแด แดษด แดแดสแดส สแดsษชษดแดss
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Post by โโะพฯ on Jun 25, 2020 16:24:02 GMT -5
โซ โซ KIRKWALL, FREE MARCHES โซ โซ
Gemma Wilde
The thing about it was, Gemma hated being told what to do. This extended from the simplest of favors to the most severe of commands. Whether she was being asked to pass the salt or to risk her life for the greater good, she was prone to public displays of annoyance. Simply put, she did not like to be inconvenienced.
Take for example, the night she found herself seated in the Hanged Man Tavern in the Gallows of Kirkwall. She generally enjoyed taverns because they were guaranteed to be full of the two things she delighted in most: money and drunken men. This tavern was no different. Over the din of laughter and shouting came the enticing clicking of coin spent carelessly. Perhaps on a different night, she would be in the center of the action. Receiving free drinks, making hollow promises, stealing a purse or two, angling for the richest suitor.
But she was not there of her own volition. It was for this reason that she had an air of moody insolence (not to mention that she was both hormonal and running low on lyrium, but these are separate issues).
She was there to meet Gray Wardens recruits. Apparently she was to join them on some wild goose chase in which she would inevitably risk her own life. But it wasnโt the danger that made her angry. What made her angry was being forced to do anything, even if it involved sitting in a tavern. She reserved a table on the fringes of the room where they would draw less attention. She had arrived with Daya, another Gray Warden, who was in a more jovial mood. Gemma, however, did not have the temperament for small talk and failed to engage the other woman besides shooting her to occasional glance. There she sat with her chin propped up on her palm and her cynical gaze scanning the surrounding crowd, envying them for their happiness.
โCheer up, lass, and Iโll buy you an ale,โ this gruff voice was what broke Gemma from her stewing reverie.
Her snake-like green eyes flashed up and then down, landing upon the face of a bearded dwarf. He leaned against the table, elbow propped up beside her slender arm. He was shorter than most of the other men in the place by at least a foot, but there was a self-assured swagger that Gemma might have found interesting on any other night. He eyed her with a bold expression, clearly unbothered by his own height.
She rolled her eyes dramatically and snapped, โDo I look like I want a drink?โ
The dwarf released a rumbling chuckle and glanced over his right shoulder, where Gemma spotted a table of armored men who she assumed were his companions. All of them watched on with suggestive smiles and gleeful chatter amongst themselves. One of them gave the dwarf a thumbs up.
โWhat do you want then?โ responded the dwarf charmingly. He leaned his other elbow on the table so he could peer at her more closely. His breath smelled of ale, but Gemma could tell he was not yet drunk. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her slim chest.
โSome peace and quiet,โ she answered, lifting her chin defiantly. She couldnโt help herself, a smile dared to appear on her pursed lips.
โFunny place to come for that,โ the dwarf said before breaking out into a hearty laugh. The table jostled as he slammed down the fist. โAn ale for the pretty girl with the sour face! And one for her lovely companion too.โ he announced to the nearest barmaid.
Gemma sighed and uncrossed her arms in resignation. She looked over at Daya with an expression of lazy acceptance. Fine, she would enjoy herself a little bit, even if she was there for business. Why would they send her to a tavern if they didnโt want her to have a little fun? She was not entirely sold on the dwarf yet. But she made no move to stop him when his hand landed on her knee.
โDonโt get your hopes up, though, weโre waiting for someone.โ
โWho?โ he asked, curiosity with a hint of disappointment.
โMy colleagues,โ she answered vaguely, and at that moment her ale arrived. The barmaid gave her an unnecessary knowing glance as she planted the mug on the table. Gemma took a sip and then turned her attention back to the dwarf.
โTemplars or Gray Wardens?โ this question elicited a look of impressed shock from Gemma. The dwarfโs companions whistled and catcalled at her first sign of interest, but she ignored them.
โHow did you know Iโm a templar?โ she asked, intrigued. โThe Gray Warden part is obvious because of the armor. But what gave me away?โ
The dwarf leaned in a bit further, and Gemma could see every detail on his face from the hint of silver in his beard to the pores on his nose. She watched his nostrils flare as he inhaled theatrically. โLyrium,โ he murmured, so quietly that only she could hear. โI can smell it on you. We dwarves have a nose for such things, as you should well know.โ His gaze tracked from her shoulder, down the length of her arm, to her wrist. โYou have a slight shake to ya too. Are you in need of some more?โ
Gemmaโs gaze sharpened, and she leaned in a hair. Her expression narrowed so intently on the dwarf that she failed to notice the sound of approaching footsteps. Only once a figure breached her periphery did she tear her gaze away from him.
โColleagues! Friends!โ greeted Daya warmly as a handful of people arrived at the table. Terrible timing, thought Gemma. She felt the dwarfโs hand slide off her knee and before she could press him further, he was gone. She looked over the newcomers with a look of reserved distaste. Thankfully Daya was the friendly one, and she welcomed them to the table with words of welcome. She introduced herself first and then Gemma, and the human found the curious gazes land on her face. She obliged them with a wry smile.
โAle first, business later,โ she purred, and gestured for the barmaid. โEnjoy your drinks because you never know when theyโll be your last,โ she announced to the table.
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 16:28:45 GMT -5
(duuude i would totally be down for shapeshifting corryn!
and hey glow!!)
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 16:36:48 GMT -5
(we love ourselves some insufferable characters xD)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 17:06:45 GMT -5
( then itโs decided. Corryn will be the new morrigan )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 17:43:32 GMT -5
[ ok sitting down to write a post ]
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 18:59:48 GMT -5
โซ โซ KIRKWALL, FREE MARCHES โซ โซ
Corryn Sabrae
The Hanged Man was filthy, Corryn decided, as she sat down and peered at the tavern-goers. There were many different kinds in the tavern; dwarves, a few elves, but mostly humans. At a table nearby were several of the former, though Corryn didnโt recognize any of them. That wasnโt unusual, since she made it a point to avoid anyone as much as possible. She wasnโt a very social person even at the best of times; others tended to get on her nerves, and somehow sheโd found herself in the midst of a rowdy tavern, surrounded by people who were fraying her patience. She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to take a deep breath, but the scents of alcohol and piss and sweat was a little too intense, and it was nauseating her. What she wouldnโt give for the wide open spaces she was often afforded back in her clan. Sure, most Dalish clans were very tight-knit, but the First of the clan was often a bit moreโฆ excluded. Their role was far different than other members of the clan โ they were history keepers. That role set them apart, and add in the fact that they had magicโฆ well, it wasnโt unusual for the First of a clan to be a bit separated in terms of social relationships. Corryn had fallen into that category, but sheโd never been the most social child to start with. Still, sheโd made friends โ until her magic had shown itself, and sheโd been forced to move to a new clan. But that was a tale for another time.
The qunari was speaking. Corryn blinked at her, pulling herself out of her melancholic reverie. Qunari really were interesting looking โ with their dark skin, complete with a metallic sheen, strangely colored eyes, and the horns growing out of their skull, they were quite the sight. There was anโฆ air of gentleness about this particular member of the horned race, but that may have had something to do with the fact that her horns curved in such a manner that it was like a halo above her head. The qunari continued to speak, and Corryn had to force herself to focus again. She was far more sociable than other members of her kind, Corryn realized. Was she born in the Qun? Those that were โ whether of the horned race or not โ were often standoffish and aloof, as though the rest of the world was beneath them. Of course, the Dalish could be the same way, so she wasnโt really in a position to judge. The qunariโs origins were irrelevant now; they were all Grey Wardens.
โOh, how rude of me! My name is Daya Rethost,โ the qunari stated, and then turned to gesture at the human female at her side. Corrynโs steely gaze followed the motion, zeroing in on the woman. Gemma Wilde, she was introduced as. The next word caused Corrynโs upper lip to curl a bit: Templar. Great; just what she needed. If Gemma hadnโt realized Corryn was a mage yet, she would soon, and that wasnโt really a conversation Corryn was interested in having. Most Templars that sheโd met were self-righteous and rooted in their beliefs that all mages were evil, and all mages did blood magic. Sure, Corryn knew a bit of blood magic โ most Keepers did, in some regard, and sheโd trained to be a Keeper most of her life โ but sheโd never crossed that line, and had no intention to do so. Being a mage did not give someone the right to treat her as lesser, and many Templars disagreed with that. Judging by the look on Gemmaโs face, she was as pleased to be there as Corryn was. The elf took a deep breath and reached for her calm, remembering Varrynโs words. We are all Grey Wardens now, Corryn, heโd told her before sheโd left for Kirkwall. When you take that oath, when you Join, you leave your past behind. Whatever you were โ whatever you did no longer matters. We are Grey Wardens. We must remember that. The ties that bind us as Grey Wardens are the strongest now. The templar reached for a mug of ale in front of her and took a sip.
She cracked her jaw and focused herself again.
โWe are both tasked with informing you of what is to come, and to prepare you recruits to deal with the oncoming darkspawn.โ
โYes,โ Corryn agreed. โTomorrow, we will leave Kirkwall and venture to a nearby entrance to the deep roads. Once there, you two will descend into the deep roads and find darkspawn โ shouldnโt be hard. Youโll need to kill enough darkspawn to fill a vial with their blood. Once that is done, you will return to the surface and we will prepare you for the Joining.โ
โThe Joining โ what is it?โ Lucan asked.
โYou will see,โ Corryn replied. Sheโd almost forgotten he was there โ almost. The sensation of his gaze boring into her was a bit too intense for her to ignore.
โSo itโs a secret.โ
โOf a sort.โ
โThatโs not evasive at all.โ
โIs it?โ
Lucan narrowed his eyes at the elf. And then he smiled. There was something hidden in that smile โ determination of a sort, as if Lucan was set on figuring her out. She huffed at him and turned away. โBefore your Joining, Warden-Commander Varryn will be joining us just outside Kirkwall, at the Sundermount. If you surโโ She cut herself off. โAfter the Joining, we will be traveling to Ferelden to meet with the rest of the Wardens, aside from those that are currently in Orlais.โ She shrugged. โIโm not sure what weโll be doing after that, but the Warden-Commander will let us know.โ
Again, she swept her gaze over the tavern, studying the patrons.
And then the relative peace was shattered when some drunk human got a bit too close for her liking, staggering into the table she and her comrades were sat at. He blinked and rubbed his eyes and scanned the people at the table, pausing at Gemma to leer at her before he finally focused on Corryn. โHey there, beauty,โ he slurred to her. His breath stank of cheap beer and washed across Corrynโs face, so potent that she wanted to vomit.
Corryn just glared at him, curling her upper lip. Her steely gaze was unwavering, unblinking. Her ashen hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail at the back of her skull, but a few strands had escaped to drift in front of her face. Her face had gone blank, like a statue. โLeave,โ she said, voice so flat and cold that Lucan shivered. It was like the temperature in the tavern dropped a few degrees, despite the fire raging nearby.
โThereโs no need to be like that, now,โ the man slurred. He staggered a bit closer, leaning into Corrynโs personal space.
โLeave,โ she told him. Her tone brooked no room for argument, but apparently this man wanted to be stupid. She may have looked harmless, but Corryn was no damsel in distress.
โYou think youโre better than me โcause youโre some Grey Warden?โ
Corryn simply stared at him.
โBitch, youโll learn to be respectful. Damn knife-ears โ Iโll teach you!โ
The man lunged forward, extending his arm to grab Corryn. Before Lucan could respond or even think of a response, Corryn moved. In a flash of movement, she twisted to dodge the movement, extending her arm in the same movement. She grabbed his wrist and bent it backwards, snapping the bones there with a wet cracking sound. The man yelped and cursed, grabbing at Corrynโs hand, trying to pry her fingers away. She released him and he staggered back, banging into the table again. He lunged forward once more, reaching for something at his belt โ a dagger, probably, but Corryn moved as well. She reached to her right and grabbed her staff. Sure, she couldโve cast a spell or set the asshole on fire, but she didnโt need magic to deal with him. Beating the snot out of someone would go a long way to improve her mood, too. She used the staff to knock the man off his feet and he fell back ungracefully, landing flat with a pained grunt. Before he could get up, she struck him in the solar plexus with the end of the staff, shoving him back down, and then hit him in the temple. He slumped like a sack of potatoes, out cold.
With a delicate sniff, Corryn put her staff back in its resting place and sat back down. The tavern had gone silent for a moment after the fight had broken out and judging by the look on peopleโs faces they hadnโt expected her to win. She wasnโt wearing the typical colors of Grey Wardens. It seemed no one had considered that sheโd have some training herself. Typical.
She turned back to her companions to find that Lucan was staring at her, all dreamy-eyed. โI think Iโm in love,โ he told her.
She huffed at that and waved him off, returning her attention back to Daya, Gemma and Rhys. โWeโll leave at first light, if that works for you three.โ
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 19:01:49 GMT -5
โซ โซ KIRKWALL, FREE MARCHES โซ โซ
Lucan Amell
Lucan Amell had never seen someone as beautiful as the she-elf sitting next to him, and heโd seen many people. Most of his days were spent wandering the taverns and more seedy places of Kirkwall, getting as drunk as he could and finding individuals to spend the night with. He was quite the disappointment to his family โ he was rather sure of that. The fact that his brother had sent him off to the Wardens without so much as an inquiry into what Lucan wanted. It didnโt surprise him too much; heโd known it was coming, to some extent. At least one member of each generation had joined the Wardens ever since the Championโs brother had, and Lucanโd the sneaking suspicion that it was going to be himโฆ but his brotherโs cold demeanor as heโd dismissed Lucan at the viscountโs keep, as if they werenโt even related, had struck something deep within Lucan. He didnโt like the disquiet feeling within him, and he instead decided to focus on a more interesting distraction โ the lovely she-elf whoโd introduced herself as Corryn.
She was a small, slender thing โ petite and slim, although Lucan was willing to bet she could, at the very least, hold her own in a fight. Sheโd turned that silver-blue gaze on him and he felt like heโd been struck by a horse. Blonde hair that was so pale it was almost white was pulled back in some up-do, but a few of the strands were loose and draped in front of her face. Like most Dalish, she had the facial tattoo โ hers were quite striking. Thick black bands formed an imposing design across her forehead, cheekbones, chin and down her throat. It only added to her intimidating look, and Lucan was once again starstruck. He trailed after her like a love-sick puppy, only parting from her company long enough to stop by his home and retrieve the bow heโd received as a gift from his grandfather, whoโd received it from the Champion herself. Heโd followed her to the Hanged Man; the other recruit, who was an elf by the name of Rhys, had also trailed after them, but Lucan didnโt pay attention to him. His focus was totally on the she-elf mage. At the Hanged Man, Corryn moved swiftly to some table on the other end of the building, near the roaring fire. A qunari was there, along with another woman. The horned female greeted them joyously, introducing herself as Daya Rethost and the human female as Gemma Wilde, who was apparently a templar. His eyebrows rose at that, but he filed the information away for later. They were speaking again.
โWe are both tasked with informing you of what is to come, and to prepare you recruits to deal with the oncoming darkspawn.โ
โYes. Tomorrow, we will leave Kirkwall and venture to a nearby entrance to the deep roads. Once there, you two will descend into the deep roads and find darkspawn โ shouldnโt be hard. Youโll need to kill enough darkspawn to fill a vial with their blood. Once that is done, you will return to the surface and we will prepare you for the Joining.โ
โThe Joining โ what is it?โ Lucan asked.
โYou will see.โ
โSo itโs a secret.โ
โOf a sort.โ
โThatโs not evasive at all.โ
โIs it?โ
He simply smiled at her.
Before your Joining, Warden-Commander Varryn will be joining us just outside Kirkwall, at the Sundermount. If you surโโ the elf abruptly stopped, silencing whatever sentence sheโd been speaking, before she continued. โAfter the Joining, we will be traveling to Ferelden to meet with the rest of the Wardens, aside from those that are currently in Orlais.โ
There was a sudden surge of noise to the right, and some drunk patron staggered over. He struck their table and turned to face Corryn. He blinked a few times, as if trying to focus. โHey there, beauty,โ he slurred, leaning forward. โCare to spend the night with a true warrior?โ
The elf just stared at him. Her steely gaze was unwavering, unblinking. Her ashen hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail at the back of her skull, but a few strands had escaped to drift in front of her face. Her face had gone blank, like a statue. โLeave,โ she said, voice so flat and cold that Lucan shivered. It was like the temperature in the tavern dropped a few degrees, despite the fire raging nearby.
โThereโs no need to be like that, now,โ the man slurred. He staggered a bit closer, leaning into Corrynโs personal space.
โLeave,โ the elf repeated.
โYou think youโre better than me โcause youโre some Grey Warden?โ
Corryn simply stared at him.
โBitch, youโll learn to be respectful. Damn knife-ears โ Iโll teach you!โ
The man lunged forward, extending his arm to grab Corryn. Before Lucan could respond or even think of a response, Corryn moved. In a flash of movement, she twisted her body to the side and grabbed the manโs wrist, bending his hand backward. There was a crack and the man cursed, jerking back. He reached for something at his waist, but again the elf was faster. She picked up her staff, which sheโd leaned against a nearby wall, and swept the end of it forward, knocking the manโs feet from under him. He went down like a stack of bricks, but before he could get up she slammed the staff into his chest, shoving him back to the ground. The man coughed and gagged, and one swift knock to the temple with the staff sent him into dreamland temporarily.
The tavern had gone silent for a moment as the fight had progressed. Corryn returned her staff to its resting place and sat back down.
Lucan was staring at her, a bit wide-mouthed. โI think Iโm in love,โ he said, breathily. Corryn just glared at him and waved him off.
โWeโll leave at first light, if that works for you three.โ
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 19:02:03 GMT -5
[ I love Corryn so much ]
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 19:18:21 GMT -5
(lucan would be like "you can beat me up too if you want corrin  " xD i love her too) |
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 19:20:17 GMT -5
( lol he totally would. Poor boi is dumbfounded lol )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 19:36:10 GMT -5
( lol Iโm imaging Varryn showing up with a bunch of teenage griffons just looking SO tired )
( โdamn feathered kidsโ )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 20:24:24 GMT -5
Daya โโ The past few days had been exhausting for the qunari, to say the very least. Recruiting new blood for the Wardens always was. It was a pretty thankless job, but Daya never expected it. She always found there to be such vitriol between factions and races anyway, it would be a miracle if someone stopped by to give their thanks every now and then. That is, if they weren't intimidated by her appearance anyway. She didn't think that her presence was that scary, but maybe it was her height. Perhaps she would be skittish too, if someone standing in front of her was tall enough to eclipse the sun. But when her fellow Wardens finally got to know their qunari brethren, they found her unable to hurt a fly. Well, unless the fly was shaped like a darkspawn.
This particular Grey Warden sitting next to her was a bit of a different story, however. Like usual, Daya kept up her welcoming attitude when she was paired with Gemma, but the Templar had been fairly short with her the whole time. She had come to know these types over the years. Very troubled individuals, often with something to hide - be it shame, ulterior motives, something of the sort. It was unlike Daya to judge them (she figured they were often misunderstood), but something about Gemma rubbed her the wrong way. Something imperceptible at first, like an aura of slyness that constantly wafted around the woman, but it only reared itself once they had entered the Hanged Man. Daya was simply waiting on Corryn and the new recruits, taking in the tavern's interesting patrons, but it wasn't hard for her to notice something even more unusual. A dwarf had been chatting with Gemma, with the closeness even Daya would begin to question if they weren't acquainted already. Though it didn't go on for much longer before the awaited party made their entrance. As they sat with the pair, she made her introductions as cheerfully as usual, then commenced with the proceedings. As Corryn aided in giving the recruits the rundown, she was able to assess the characters in front of her.
Each of them seemed friendly enough, nothing sounding her alarm at this very moment. Like many other Wardens she knew, Corryn was a straight-to-business type of individual. Most tasks they were given required no nonsense, and she was upholding this briefing no different. Daya knew that in Kirkwall, most elves were treated as if they were no better than slaves, something that hit far too close to home for her. Corryn's attitude showed a resilience that she respected, and even though she clearly looked as if she could stand up for herself, Daya inwardly declared that she would stand with her too. The same went for the Rhys fellow, who looked much more relaxed - but his eyes told a different story. Fiery and determined, he looked ready to start the Grey Wardens' trials without a doubt. Now, Lucan on the other hand... He amused her the most. It didn't seem like he was paying attention to the words coming out of Corryn's mouth at all - he seemed to just be happy he was hearing the sound of her voice. It was intriguing to see how humans operate, and how much they wear their hearts on their sleeves.
Unfortunately, the moment of order was abruptly cut short by a human with enough liquid courage to lead an army into battle. The way he staggered over to Corryn, and the filthy words that escaped his ale and saliva-coated lips - Daya knew this man was up to no good. But before she was to rise from her chair and do something, Corryn moved from her spot in a flash. Suddenly, she had the man stunned on the ground, choking through obscenities. All with her light yet concentrated movements, and swift jabs with her staff. Instinctively, she brought her hands together with two loud clap! sounds. The tavern had gone quiet during that time, so her gesture rang through the establishment.
"First light sounds fine to me," she declared justly. It was with that that Daya got up from her chair, exposing her full height to her comrades. "Don't get too drunk, or you'll sleep through it. As for this man..." She stomped over to the near-unconscious man that was still sputtering on the wood floor. In a hefty motion, she hoisted him up by his dirtied shirt collar and looked over at the barmaid, who had now arrived to serve the group a round of drinks. "Allow me to take out the garbage, and then front the bill for you all." Giving the human in her clutches a light shake, she headed for the entrance. Onlookers muttered to each other as they watched the hulking qunari woman effortlessly open one of the doors and throw him out of the place. When the deed was done, she lightly dusted her palms and went back to her seat.
Rhys โโ
It was shaping up to be an interesting day for the elf, what with meeting all of his new associates, then witnessing one of them beat a man in record time. He leaned back in his seat to watch the event unfold, feeling vindication as his fellow Dalish compatriot got payback for the human stupidly making his advances. Maybe that would be the only time he would feel some solidarity - in the face of sheer ignorance.
"We'll leave at first light, if that works for you three." As if nothing had transpired before, Corryn finished the briefing. It suddenly donned on him that he was looking at a mage. He kicked himself, he should've noticed the staff earlier. Though he would've expected some form of magic to shoot out of it, it served as quite the trusty physical weapon as well. Those Keepers, he thought, they certainly let on a lot more than they seem. It was definitely a good thing that he was on her side. As the qunari stood up to finish the already-finished job, he made a similar mental note with Daya. He didn't want to know what the sheer strength of a qunari felt like, and given the mood in the tavern at the given time, neither did anyone else. Rhys sat back up in his chair to take a mug of the ale that was now being served to them, and nodded his head in thanks to the barmaid. Though he never much cared for ale, it wouldn't hurt to try it again. He was embracing a new life - a new identity, after all.
"If first light is what you want, I'll be there." Rhys affirmed. That was it. His need for counting days would be over. He would do whatever it takes to obtain a vial of that darkspawn blood and get the show on the road. He instinctively reached with one hand onto his belt, where one of his various daggers was holstered, and gave it a few mindless taps. "Is there anything else we need to do to prepare for this?"
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 20:25:14 GMT -5
(varryn just out here with his griffon posse... i can imagine him holding all of them on leashes like those crazy dog ladies lmaooo)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 20:29:48 GMT -5
( lmao yea )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 21:08:29 GMT -5
( not anymore do you have more posts than me )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 21:08:38 GMT -5
( so get REKT )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 21:39:35 GMT -5
( NO )
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" xD i love her too)
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