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Keenan was one of the last to arrive in the chantry halls. The smell of a fresh vegetable stew wafted past him as he climbed the steps to the building. The interior was set with the gold light from candles and the smell of wax and incense brought him good memories and soothed his fatigued mind.
His armour he cleaned and put away in a corner with Blue's choosing to stay in his padded tunic as the night's chill began to settle in outside.
When he was directed to his party he was given a tray filled with bowls of the food and he took it diligently to them, coming into the room and distributing one each among them.
He didn't have much time to look up as he was focused on not spilling the lovingly-made meal. He wandered to the back and set a bowl down by Evelyn, then he caught sight of Numerious in his current state of dress. The bowl he held nearly slipped from his hand but he caught it just in time.
"C-chantry sister took the time to make us food, though'd you'd want some."
With that he turned away, still holding the tray and wondering what had just happened.

The last person on his route was Vunora and with two meals left he sat down beside her with the tray between them.
"That's a beautiful song." Keenan remarked, offering her a bowl.
"Here, I didn't see you eat yet tonight. Did you know the chantry sisters here are wonderful cooks?"
He sat by her and regarded her seriously for a moment as Serenity began a new song, this one seemed filled with sadness.
"How are you fairing?" He asked Vunora gently.

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( I dont want to do a timeskip or wait for time to pass so I deleted my last post so I can hop into the RP right away )

Perched anotop of the Hart mount, Sul came to the outskirts of the town, the smell of fires and mead hitting his nose. Accompanied by 4 Qunari warriors, the brown haired politician pulled his scarf closer around his nose and mouth, hiding the smell of smoke from his nostrils. He enjoyed the smell of campfires but this one smelled of death and sadness. Kicking his Hart into motion, it casually strode into the town. The armor of his posse clanked against itself, announcing their arrival in the stirring town. There was an occasional cry of pain and hurt off in the distance and people shouting as they struggled to get their wounded all accounted for.
Looking down to his Qunari group he raised a long nail and pulled the scarf from his face,"See if anyone needs help. I need to find the Inquisitor. " he said with a voice smooth as honey.
Dismounting from his hart he made his way over to the stables and tied up his hart, offering it oats and some nibbles he had in his saddlebag. Petting it's nose with affection he turned on his heel and pointed a teal fingernail towards a stableboy,"I had word the Inquisitor is in town. Know where he is currently?"
"Last I saw he was in the Chantry, sir." the young boy replied nervously, looking up to the Qunari.
Sul smiled and tossed the boy a few coins,"Thank you kindly." tossing his scarf across his bare chest, he made his way over to the large building.
Pausing right outside the doors he took a breath and held his head up before opening the doors and entering without opening the doors up too wide.

Adjusting his scarf around his chest he pulled out a letter from his sidebag and clutched it close to his chest. Seeing a group of men and women gathered around and eating, he folded his hands behind his back and inhaled, puffing his chest out slightly before clearing his throat,,"Mmhmm!" he raised a hand to cover his mouth, announcing his arrival.

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Alessandro
Time: Night time
Place: Refcliffe
Characters: Inquisitor
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Sandro was just sitting there, resting body after the battle. His shoulder was still torturing him, the pain wasn't too awful but it just kept hurting, like it's blaming Sandro for not taking a good care of his own body. He had taken off his gadget belt, his red jacket, boots and gloves off, it's always nicer to put off those weight for a little moment. Sandro was enjoying his cigar then he heard a voice.

"- Inquisitor..."

The Antivan spymaster spoke as he noticed the friendly smile of the Inquisitor. Now he got a chance to have a look at the Inquisitor with those heavy chainmail armor off for the first time.

"- It's not my profession but it's nice to change pace for a while."

He answered to the Inquisition's question. The job of a spymaster wasn't always so exciting like hunting dragon. A spymaster responsibility, at the highest priority, was to take care of the Inquisition's espionage and assassination. He watched over many Inquisition's secret operation, realizing threat for the Inquisition and deal with them. With the Inquisition's already large network of agents and scouts, Sandro mainly had to deal with information and report them to the Inquisitor only. He felt content with his job, at least that's the only thing he could do well, though sometime he and the Inquisitor had disagreement in the Inquisitor's lack of awareness.

"- You seem to enjoy these occasion to go hunting dragon. It's very dangerous for you, the leader of the Inquisition. Your position is now a more of a political position than when Corypheus was still a threat. Maybe you should consider working behind the curtain a bit more. Appearing less in these... "exciting ocasion". For your own sake."

He remembered his previous employee, the royal family of Antiva. They're also reckless and adventurous. Maybe it's one of the traits that a leader had to have. But from time to time it made the job of Alessandro a little harder.

 

[Oenanthe]

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For my group RP OCs, please do not use but feel free to join us...

Max looked up from his final touches on the tunic and nodded in satisfaction before pulling it over his head. At one point he might have been a great deal more modest, but after traveling and fighting amongst a band of mixed company and soldiers for so long he became a big more accustomed to it. Of course, he still would scurry like a fawn come bath time.

Glancing over at Sandro he snorted and nodded. " It's not that I particularly 'enjoy' it. It's just...after the defeat of Corypheus everyone just shook hands and went their separate ways, but the work wasn't even close to being done. The world is always in dire need of those willing to help, and it felt a shame just to pack up and disappear. Skyhold would have just...sat there abandoned again.

Of course, what I wouldn't give to settle down somewhere in this very area. Just me, a little farm, and June-Bug-"

He was about to elaborate when suddenly a man clearing his voice silenced the portion of the room closer to the door. A Quinari had entered, drawing attention with his tall horns and brightly colored clothing. He was far thinner than most males, but he still had that intimidating stature and muscle that was associated with the race. " Greetings." The Inquisitor spoke standing, it always fell to him to make the first contact when it came to out-standing people. " I am Inquisitor Trevelyan."

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Vunora was all too happy to be joined by a second singer and was thankful that she was able to keep their attention. As much as she loved the children, her body and heart were both weary and weighed heavily down on her. Slipping away before they could notice she situated herself on a bench off to the corner and began to braid her hair. It was near the end when Keenan approached with a bowl of soup for her. " Oh, thank you, it is a Dalish lullaby. It's not much, but its one of the only elvhen songs to survive the test of time." But as she spoke she was eyeing the soup and took it gratefully. " Ma serannas, I'll be honest, I'm starving. I was just too afraid to go get any, I've never... This is my first time in a Chantry and I wasn't sure if they'd be happy about me being here, let alone allow me to eat with them."

She did not answer his question, not at first. She pushed the soup around in its bowl and gave a few experimental bites, nodding in agreement that it indeed was very good. " Um, I-.... It's weird. I haven't seen her in oh... well the better portion of my life. My pain is not deep as if it were someone close to me, but it's a different kind of pain. I had just gotten her back, and now she's gone again. I'll be fine...with some time. I am excited though to have met another Dalish, truly Dalish."

She'd never forget the first moment she saw him. It was during the battle as he fought by her side, a handsome Dalish man was not what she had been expecting to see.

" We have a saying in my clan, that those born with white hair were touched by the Fade..but uh, what of you Keenan? And Blue? Are you both doing alright?"
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Keenan's brow furrowed when Vunora admitted her unease at moving about the chantry. "If anyone gives you even a hint of trouble I'll see to them. I made the same promise to Numerious. They don't know you so they shouldn't judge you. As if that hole in the sky wasn't enough of a reason to bring all Thedas past petty discrimination...well, we could certainly still benefit from a greater sense of unity in any case."
He listened to her talk about Rashaan. "She was your clan. I'm told that's a bond that doesn't wear with time." The other Dalish was mentioned and Keenan regretted not greeting him when he approached the inquisitor, just too much to get done. Keenan made a mental note to speak with him later.
His attention was brought back to Vunora when she asked after him.
"Who? Us? Oh we're fine. I didn't get more than a few bruises in battle, miracle that that was, I spent most of my time under the dragon's feet." He gave her a half smile before stifling a yawn. The day of clean up had taken a lot of his strength.
"And Blue..." he trailed off as he scanned the room for her, finally pointing to the stew pot tended by the sisters. There the mabari sat, begging scraps from the women as they worked.
He sighed, shaking his head, "loyal to a fault, unless there's food to be had. That dog's first love will always be a good meal."
Even as he said it the dog's ear twitched and she looked over, letting her tongue loll out before she came trotting to them. She stopped at Vunora, placed her great head on the elf's lap and sat down.
"Well look at that." Keenan marveled as he watched the animal. She must have realized Vunora still needed comfort.
The Qunari's entrance made him look up. No word of greeting, just a cough, as if he expected something of them. The warden forced himself to reserve judgement until he actually got a chance to speak with the new arrival.

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The day had been long and full of hard work. He helped people rebuild their homes, put out fires, and entertain questions from the local children. As he took break a group of children eyed him. A boy no older than ten approached him. Ayen looked at the boy and smiled "Hello young man. Is there something I can do for you?" Ayen asked knowing full well he would be asked a series of questions regarding elves, and magic. After the children's curiosity was quenched they ran off to play near the docks.

A very rewarding day in his eyes. It brought him back to his Dalish days, helping his fellow clan members with setting up the tents. Even though he enjoyed teaching magic to children, this work was far more enjoyable in his opinion. He wanted this for all the mages, to have the freedom to go out into society and enjoy the world. Just with some guidance and education first. After hours everyone was calling it a day, heading into the chantry.

Ayen headed into the chantry and the smell of food instantly drew him in. It had been hours since he had anything to eat. As he waited in line he heard a familiar song, a Dalish lullaby. It had been almost a decade since he heard that song. Vunora sung it beautifully. A beautiful voice she had. Soon he had his food and looked among the tables. He saw Vunora and the Grey Warden sitting together. He had a positive feeling that he would get along with these two and now was a good time to chat.

"I hope I'm not intruding, but might I join you two?" Ayen asked. Suddenly a Qunari entered the Chantry and coughed loudly. Clearly wanting the attention of the Inquisitor. Which was no surprise, the Inquisitor was the whole reason they were here in the first place. Hopefully he would have time to chat with the Inquisitor sometime, but for now he would leave the him be. He looked over to Vunora. "You sung the lullaby beautifully." he praised. He had debated about saying it in Dalish, but did not want to exclude the Warden in the conversation.

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[Oenanthe]

A small smile quirked across her lips and she shook her head. " If I didn't know better, I'd say you're more Mabari than Blue." She said, watching the great war hound beg like a scrappy farm dog, whereas Keenan was pledging protection over his companions. Perhaps that way why they always compared Ferelden's to dogs. " Ferelden's really are dogs." The phrase was an insult, but Vunora did not know that. To her it sounded like a high compliment and praise.

" Let me know if you are stiff in the morning, it is customary for the clan healer to tend to the hunter's sore muscles after a hard or long hunt. I plan to make my rounds just as I would in the clan to ensure no one is in undue pain." Looking down at Blue as she approached, the Dalish woman fished out a little piece of fatty meat she had been avoiding in her bowl and flicked it out with her spoon so that it went on a short flight. Its aerial voyage did not last long as it was headed for the Mabari's mouth.

It prompted a giggle from her to watch the hounds adoration for little morsels of food. " You have the appetite of a bear. Perhaps that shall be my nickname for you, ara iovru. Little bear. You and Keenan are lucky to have each other." Kissing her on the nose she leaned up to see the Dalish again.

"An'eth'ara! Of course, please sit! We were just talking about you- oh, not in a bad way of course!" Looking up she watched the Quinari enter and her eyes went wide as saucers. Was this how the children felt? She had never seen a Quinari, even humans had been in the minority in her life until now. The only things she knew of them were legends of bull-men, towering and violent. " Is he Hunvhen- Quinari?" She relished in the chance to speak her native tongue but did not want to leave Keenan out of the conversation at all, so she would translate for him.

" Oh, thank you." Vunora looked down at her hands and fiddled with a soup, a small smile on her lips. It was nice to get praise from someone who could truly appreciate the song and its meaning. " I-um have you meant Keenan? He is a Grey Warden, Keenan of Clan Dunmar." She announced proudly. It was obviously she knew only the way of the Dalish and very little of human mannerisms and ways. " He has become a fast friend of mine, as well as his Mabari blue. I painted her...ah... What was the paint called?"
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Ayen smiled and sat down near Vunora. He ate slowly as Vunora did introductions. "Yes he is Hunvhen. Ir soun an rajathe vhen. A very strong and orderly race." Ayen explained. This was probably her first time seeing a Qunari ever. Vunora would be learning much about human and Qunari customs as well. Probably an overwhelming feat, however with so many different races for comrades she would be able to learn quickly. One of his party members had been a Qunari. He knew that they lived in a very structured culture and that they did not care for mages. So Ayen did not get to know his Qunari comrade very well.

"Pleasure to meet you Grey Warden Keenan. My name is Ayen Lavellan. I represent the Circle of Magi." Ayen introduced. He looked down at the war hound smiling and allowed Bell to sniff his hand. "Beautiful mabari you have." he praised. The paint is called Kaddis and you did a fine job with the painting. When I traveled I saw many warriors painting their mabari's with it. " Ayen said. He remembered back to Ostagar, watching the Kennel master and warriors painting the war hounds before the battle.

He finished his food, grateful to have food in his stomach for the night. Wanting to keep the conversation going he decided to ask a question to the both of them. "If you don't mind me asking. Were you elected to come or did you volunteer?" he asked. "I was elected by the First Enchanter or my amelan. Although I would've insisted I go due to my experience as a Grey Warden." Ayen shared.

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When the battle between the dragon and Inquisitor commence, she rode off on her steed as she believes those could defeat the dragon effortlessly and she knew, that one day, they would meet again. So, Valarie had continued her journey forth to her hometown and It had taken a while before she finally manages to arrive at Haven. She was shocked by the damage the rifts had caused, her dog chooses to scoop around. He caught an angry mob of raiders then and there. She couldn’t precisely take them all on by herself so it walks luck her canine was with her. She manages to take a few out but it all gotten gory in the end, her rib was still broken from the impact of the dragon’s attack previously.

After half an hour of an intense battle it seems like Valarie was dead, frozen on the chilly snow as she rested on her back, she bled through her armour and her dog was whimpering and crying. ‘’Let have some dog meat, shall we?!’’ one of them spoke. Ottis ran for his life and since he was on all fours he was wild and had an advanced stamina.

10 minutes later her horse came back and nudge her face, her eyes fluttered open and the wounded soldier pull herself up with tonnes of effort. Valarie hands rested on her plated armour around her stomach, as her head rested in the arch of the horse’s neck. Domino seems like he was carrying dead weight. Ottis came back after a while, guess he lost them in the snow.

Valarie glances around, seeing an Inquisition’s flag hanging out of the snow ‘’Sniff it boy.’’ He followed orders and surprisingly he got a sent, a trail that they must follow. After time went forward Domino rush straight into Sky hold panicking, Ottis ran around like a lost puppy but as Domino stop it was clear Valarie couldn’t hold her own. She flung off in front and into the dirt. Those around would circle, questioning who this was and what happened.

Could this be the end for Valarie?

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[SilverFlight]

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Keenan by now knew Vunora well enough to know how she meant the statement. "Half Fereldan remember? And I can't be a dog, I don't like having my belly scratched," he was grinning when he said it.
He was grateful for her offer to tend to him in the morning, he would have no doubt that sore muscles would plague him then.
Keenan made room for the other Dalish elf on the bench. "The pleasure is mine Ayen." His company seemed to be doing Vunora some good, he was grateful for that.
Keenan was surprised when the elf mentioned his previous profession. "You're a grey warden?" His tone was both surprised and happy.
He was immediately curious however as to how a grey warden became a representative of the circle of magi. Warden's were notoriously reclusive when not fighting blights. The order was shrouded in much secrecy and its members rarely got involved with other forces. That one promised to be a tale indeed.
Before he asked however he answered Ayen's question as best he could.
"I was a senior warden, assigned to the new warden commander of Ferelden, to help rebuild there. After the..." he cut himself off, feeling a flash of pain and regret. He began again carefully: "After...we were called back to Weisshaupt, there were...significantly less of us. I was promoted to constable and helped organize the warden forces in their relief efforts. I was about to return to Fereldan when we received the request for a representative in the inquisition. I volunteered."
Keenan had so many more questions he realized. He wanted to know where Ayen was when all the wardens were in chaos, if he heard the call as strongly as the rest of them, how he had escaped the happenings of Adamant. Those were questions for later however, he could not discuss matters like that in front of just anyone.
"How did a warden become a representative for the circle of magi?" The unspoken extension to the question was: 'why were you not back at Weisshaupt with us?'

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[Oenanthe]

"That is impossible." Vunora muttered like a scolded child underneath her breath. He could not possibly be half anything than what he was.

She listened to his story and placed an empathetic hand on the side of his arm for a brief moment. So badly did she want to ask him what had happened, but equal was the desire not to open any old wounds for him. Whatever had happened had hurt him deeply. She heard word that Corypheus had turned some of the Wardens into monsters, but he did that to everyone and she had assumed only the mages. They were the only abominations she had ever experienced, and even then not many. Perhaps later. When they knew each other better and were not in a public venue, should he feel vulnerable.

" A bit of both really. The second I overheard the Keeper talking to my lenalin- father- about the Inquisition needing a representative, I knew I wanted to do it. It wasn't originally for me though, Inquisitor Trevelyan was just looking for a Dalish and we were the only clan he had come in contact with during his travels. It was my father who nominated me, and in truth I was the obvious choice. I wanted desperately to see the world and acquire more information on Dalish people, and I had absorbed more of our culture than any other. Eventually, I talked him into letting me go. It wasn't easy, there are fewer of us every day it seems."

Hearing Keenan's question she turned her attention back on the elf and nodded. " A Dalish, a Warden, and a Circle Mage? How are so many things possible, it is like living three lives."
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Ayen listened as the both explained how they got to be Ambassadors. Then he could see they were interested in hearing his tale. He decided to start from the very beginning.

"I was the First in my clan. One day we were ambushed by the local village. In order to give my clan time to evacuate I used my magic to keep them at bay. Eventually I was over powered and taken prisoner. Instead of killing me they handed me over to a templar. He dragged me to the Circle where after several years adjusting, learning, and training I eventually became a Senior Enchanter or ghi'lan. Then Grey Warden Duncan came to the Circle. He thought I had potential to become a Grey Warden and recruited me."

He took a sip of water and continued.

"I became a Grey Warden and helped the Grey Wardens during the Fifth Blight. After that I headed to Weisshaupt for a bit. Helping when needed but usually kept to myself. I received a letter from Irving begging me to return to the Circle. The templars and mages were at ends with each other and wanted an extra hand. Normally Warden's don't go back to their old lives, but I didn't want to risk the Circle going through another blood magic crisis. I headed back to the Circle to see the tensions between mages and templars were strained. I stayed there and tried to keep the peace. Then Irving got the letter asking for a representative. I was elected and came here." Ayen concluded and sipped his water.

He left out the fact that he had heard the calling. How it dug into his brain urging, no compelling him down into the Deep Roads. Irving and the Knight Commander refused to let him go and kill himself. They reasoned he was far to young and too healthy. Oh how he cursed their names, they could not possibly understand! They practically locked him in his room with templars on guard. A fellow Grey Warden eventually came and informed him of everything that had happened in Thedas. The explosion, the hole in the sky, the Divine, Corpheyus, and the Inquisitor. Then the horror of the Wardens and how the mages were using blood magic to turn them into abominations to end all Blights. Or so they thought. That was far too personal to be discussing so openly though.

"It has not been easy living these lives. Each life brought many challenges and losses, but each life granted me growth into a more well rounded person. It also brought me friends, memories, and seeing the world. I make sure to live each life to the fullest. Now I will live this life to the fullest, being the Circle Ambassador." Ayen replied a smile on his face. "I did not mean to dominate the conversation." he apologized.

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[nettie.]

||Evelyn Faux||

“Still, sunburn or no, I’m glad it’s nothing serious. Dragons are dangerous enough as it is. Breathing fire almost seems unnecessary.” she mused with a small chuckle. Making light of a situation, was more or less a coping mechanism for the Orlesian. The day’s events had left nothing short of a strain on not only her, but the rest of the group as well. She could just be thankful that the casualties were at a minimum and they were able to save most of the village from destruction; but that did little to morale. For the burden they carried was thrust upon them now. She, now knew the dangers of what they faced - not to say she’d expected it to be easy or any less dire. But experience she now had.

They would be ready next time. For the next time, she feared it would be more evident of what they were dealing with.

“I was - though Vunora had time to heal me just before the battle’s end. She healed most of my flesh wounds; the scars and such. Though I still feel the sting of where the dragon’s tail came in contact with my ribs.” one of her hands instinctively touching her side. Wincing slightly, feeling the giant bruise that would undoubtedly be there in the morning. “Nothing that should slow me down too much.” she flashed an assuring smile to the mage. “I’ve had far worse, if I’m being honest. But I thank you for your concern.”

Her eyes fell curiously to his book, “What is it you’re reading?”

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The moonlight cast a beautiful glow over Redcliffe, bouncing off the ripples of the lake and reflecting onto the hillside. A night most warm, having moisture in the air - indicating that a summer rain would be upon them shortly. In the night, ocean blue orbs focused on the civilians below; the fire from within the Chantry flickering against them as if holding flecks of gold.

Fluttering as they did, from face to face. There were mostly humans, though the eyes caught sight of a two elves and a Qunari; most of the townsfolk were resting of trying to calm their nerves. For those very same eyes caught glimpse of the dragon that had attacked their simple lives. For they saw the battle, the body which held them had no desire to aid them in their efforts. For scorned were her body and her people.

Savages; they were. For not wearing prim and proper attire. For choosing to use the very earth as their shelter - as it were their mother. For choosing to hunt for their meals and use every piece of the creature as if it were holy. Because life was precious and thus they were taught. For the simple townsfolk, were not so simple. For she were lesser for not believing in their ways. And thus wary eyes be cast unto her; fear that she may wreak havoc. And in some case - wreak havoc she did.

Though not where deserved.

However, these heroes - the Inquisitor was the one she sought. Her nails dug into the Chantry’s roof, trying to hold herself steady. Before too long, she had her footing and easily perched upon the shingles. Her staff, aiding in holding her weight as best to not make a racket. Though most would blame the creeks on the wind or birds nesting in the scaffolding.

*tink*

A sudden thump came to the back of her mahogany locks. Batting her eyes, she glanced down in the direction in which the stone was cast. Her brows narrowed together, falling on a gruff Dwarf standing with his hands placed firmly on his hips. His eyes expressing his concern for the time and likelihood of her being caught by a passerbyer. Rolling her eyes, she turned her attention back to the people within the Chantry.

“Hey you!” a voice shouted from below. Two guards from below, having finally spotted the dark haired female. Turning her gaze to peer at the two men with a deadpan gaze; one that showed both amusement and annoyance. “Get down from there!” One demanded.

‘This is a waste of my time.’ she thought bitterly. Quickly, she moved one of her legs out - one that was holding most of her weight, and inched her staff to allow herself to slide from the roof. Catching herself at the edge before letting go and easily landing on her feet below, where her Dwarven friend gave her a knowing stare.

“I’m here for the Inquisitor.” she stated simply. Her glower and stance intimidated the men. How she seemed to hold no fear - even should they use meaningless threats. “Lead me to him.” she demanded.

Without hesitation, the men quickly fell to her whim - fearing that she would quickly land them on their arses; which she gladly would. But she had impressions to make. Though she cared not, but of the person who placed this task in her hands.

The Chantry’s door opened as the guards lead the female to their prayer room where the Inquisitor and his companions were.The gave a subtle knock as they slowly opened the door, to which the brown haired female sighed with irritation and pushed the door open herself;

“Inquisitor-”she began, though the guards were hasty with their decision to hold her back. One quickly laying his hand upon her shoulder caused her to pause altogether. Mouth coming to pull in a tight line, as her eyes slowly slid to the hand; following up the arm and eventually to the face that showed his immediate regret upon her glower. He retracted his hand, clearing his throat as he averted his gaze;

“Sorry Herald - she said she had business with you and -”

“I can speak for myself.” she spat rather viciously towards the guard. “I’m Kyra, and this is Delan. I’m told you’re friends with my Thane, Svarah Sun-hair. She sends me on behalf of the Avvar.”

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[SilverFlight]

Keenan felt Vunora's touch and gave her a grateful loo.
"That is quite a story." He said when Ayen had finished. "And now you're here, helping fight dragons." His expression became more somber when he remembered the dragon.
"There is something I must discuss with the inquisitor, please do carry on without me."
He stood quietly, leaving the tray and food with Vunora before going to find Max. Blue stayed behind and lay down at Vunora's feet before rolling over and asking to be rubbed.
He was surprised to see the entrance of another warrior, a woman with Avaar markings. This gathering was getting stranger by the minute.
He greeted her with a stoic and respectful nod.
"Inquisitor, when you next have a moment, I would like to discuss the matter of the dragon, more specifically what we found...inside it. We should tell the others."

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[Vys]

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A smile graced his face as the Inquisitor stood and introduced himself,"Ah Inquisitor it's a pleasure. My name is Sul Ornay." folding himself at his waist he went and bowed in respect to the man.
Straightening up he smiled once more before lifting the letter in his hand,"I got word you are putting together your Inquisition. I was hoping to offer my services to your cause." offering the letter to the man, inside was something that of a resume.

Looking around the room and studying the faces and races of the others, he was slightly shocked of the lack of Qunari along their ranks. His eyes narrowed slightly and he exhaled slowly, turning back to the dark skinned Inquisitor,"I also have a mass of Qunari men that would be at your side as well, to be sent off on how you please as long as you have mead." he smiled thoughtfully.
Adjusting one of the rings on his fingers he rubbed his own palm in thought, digging through his mind for any more words.
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[The Silent Z]

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"Well it wasn't my idea for getting tan..." He joked with a small smile and nod of thanks. The concern was a pleasant reveal, a kind one he couldn't of imagined prior to the dragon. The gathering of ambassadors and Inquisitor were only a short time ago after all. He then turned up his gaze toward Keenan as the warden nearly slipped with the bowls of food and left some behind before moving on with a curious look on his face. A amused grin cross his lips at the sight of Keenan nearly slipping with the bowls of soup and the curiosity of what the look was for? Though he was indeed grateful that a bowl of hot soup hadn't spilled atop of him. He felt heat against his flesh and the scolding blaze of fire once already today, hot soup added to it would have been quite unpleasant and setting back his comfort level.

Meanwhile after a thankful nod for the food. Numerious looked toward Evelyn his eyes maintaining a attentive gaze as she spoke. Listening as she explained of her encounter with the dragon and what happened to her, while telling of how Venora got to her during the battle and took care of her injuries. Whilst his eyes lowered to her hands and side, noting a seeming tell of what she meant. That she could still feel where the dragon hit her with a tail at her ribs, seeing her hand touch just there as she spoke. He thought to have noticed a wince in pain, but soon relaxed upon seeing her flash of smile to him in assurance, relaxing his concern a bit.

"I'm glad to hear it... A dragons wrath is bad enough, I wouldn't wish further harm or unease upon you." Numerious softly replied, taking a moment to think over her words. Far worse? It seemed the gentle woman of skillful blade and athletic ability was quite the tale. Though he shouldn't be surprised, each present and gathered by the Inquisitor would be deadly and powerful, no? Plus Evelyn was orlesian and likely aware of how the game was played and how to play it herself. "Oh? Comes with the territory, no? Politics and the grand game of Orlais and much of Thedas come to think of it." Numerious added before giving a smile and of course gesture.

"Its a pleasure, I value your company and wouldn't wish to see it end. Nor wish it upon our group here." Numerious continue with a look of sincerity and truth to his words. He then took his eyes and followed hers toward his book, raising his brow and smiled at her question. "I'm not quite sure, haven't worked that part out yet. The title has long since worn off it seems, while my reading hasn't revealed a certainty of what nature of book it is.... Its like a work of fiction but written like ones journal or diary. Ones notes they jog down over time. Always speaking in the first person... A nice little book though, tells of adventure across the frostbacks, setting out across the countryside, winning the heart of a maiden..... and showcasing a noble heroic man with a sword and unbelievable courage." He spoke in kind telling of his latest read and the books contents. Admitting to being uncertain of the title or the nature of book such as fiction or some heroes lost journal.

Meanwhile he looked up toward the Inquisitor and the Qunari who'd arrived with silent introduction of his presence, seeming like he was here for the Inquisitor first, so Numerious kept silent about him for now and the surprise arrival of a woman with markings on her face and seemed like a Avvar to him. A curious pair he thought before returning his attention and eye toward Evelyn. A quiet smile cross his lips and looking to her and the book. "I found it upon a shelf over there by the entry to this room. A dusty cover but caught my eye for some reason,"

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[Oenanthe]

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• Oenanthe
• Jun 6, 2017

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Well if this didn't remind him so much of his first days in the Inquisition? It was as if it had been condensed into minutes. One moment he sat in an almost boring level of peace, the next minute everyone wanted to speak to him and new faces were everywhere.

The first he addressed was the Quinari, having only taken the parchment from the man's hand when the Avvar woman made her entrance. He did not look up for more than a few seconds though as he scanned the paper. " Hmm, yes, Quinari. Well, we would certainly be happy to have you. We are always interested in growing our ranks." By then the Avvar had made their way up to where they were gathered.

" It's alright soldier," He dismissed him honorable with one hand, and passed the resume back to Sul Ornay with the other. This was exactly like in the old Inquistion days. Even Keenan was approaching him now but he put him on third priority, the man was noble and would understand. These people had traveled far and must be treated with great respect. "Ah yes, the Avvar, I had not heard word from your.. tribe? But I was also informed they are not the most letter-savvy people."

Then he addressed both new representatives with a smile. " I am sorry that we can not give you a better proper welcome, we just finished our first battle with a dragon this morning. We suffered losses and many of us are exhausted. However, please help yourself to a meal and set up in the second door to your left. Feel free to speak to anyone you like, we are all hear to establish ties and most are quick to speak with each other. Now, if you'll pardon me."

Looking over to Keenan, he gave him the cue to speak and he listened. " Now?" He looked over to the two new representatives. " Like I said, I apologize I cannot give a grander welcome. Please believe me when I say I am thrilled and honored to have both of you among us, however, duty calls." Giving a small bow he excused himself. " Let us go up to the balcony where we will not be disturbed."
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"No it's alright I was happy to listen, quite the story you have Sael Ayen." Vunora looked over and bid a quick goodbye, thanking Keenan once again for the food and listening ear before the Dalish first soon had her full attention. She couldn't help but be thrilled, even if he had been taken away from his clan early. There was finally someone who made sense in this world of Shemlen and their customs. Someone who would understand why she had almost choked on her water when Max mentioned his love for honey on pastries or get her jokes.

" Ar nira ma amahn! Tell me, what are these Shem Circles like? I might have been in one, had life been different for me. I hear they are great cold towers where they store mages away for the rest of their lives and they never see the sun again! And they are constantly under the stoney watch of Templar sentinels."
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[Sopranos]

Alessandro
Time: Day time
Place: Redcliffe
Characters: Inquisitor
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"- All I am saying is..."

Before Sandro could've finished his sentence, he saw the Inquisitor stood up and turned his attention away as Inquisitor Trevelyan had to greeted another visitor of him. Surely unhappy, but Sandro didn't interfere their business as he understood how important the position Inquisitor was toward Thedas. He sighted and stood up , head in his own way, carrying his jacket and belt with him.

"- We will have this conversation another time, Maxim. For your own good."

He whispered to the Inquisitor's ear before walked over his shoulder and on his way. Sandro walked away also trying not to remember that this wasn't the first time he brought this problem to the Inquisitor. But yet none of those time they're able to find a solution. But despite that fact, Sandro had no problem with the Inquisitor in a personal level. All he did was for his employee's safety. He understood the Inquisitor's job and position to the world, putting himself as risk to make influence to all over Thedas. What the Antivan Spymaster could do was to watch over the Inquisitor's back from the dark as he marched his way to fix the world. That's his duty, his position, in the shadow where none could find him, even when nobody would shouted his name in the victory of the Inquisition, when he would be forgotten or he would meet his death doing so.

 

[SilverFlight]

Keenan bowed also and left. The balcony was up a small flight of stairs on the left wall at the rear-most end of the chapel. Once Keenan stepped through the little door at the top the cold air hit him like a wall. He took a breath of it as he stepped out onto the balcony and waited for the inquisitor.
"That was red lyrium. I'm sure of it, and I am sure the dragon did not go mad on its own. Someone tried to taint it."
Keenan made no secret of the worry he felt, it was in his tone. He just hoped that to the inquisitor he didn't sound paranoid.
"What if they try again?"
Keenan had to admit they were very short on information. He had seen red lyrium before, but knew of its effects only indirectly. As of yet no one had tried to feed the stuff to wardens, as far as he knew.
"You've got more experience with it fighting the red templars. Is it possible? Could someone take control of a dragon if red lyrium was used in the right way?"
The thought was an awful one.

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"Goodnight." Ayen said before Keenan went to go talk to the Inquisitor. He wondered what Keenan needed to talk to the Inquisitor about. It seemed rather urgent. Hopefully tomorrow morning there would be answers. Soon another representative approached the Inquisitor. The guards apologizing as a dwarf followed behind the women. The first impression he got was that she assertive and knew how to handle herself. Clearly he would have to make more introductions as there was now a Qunari, a dwarf, and a woman who appeared to live off the land. This was going to be a fun bunch. He wondered just how many people the Inquisitor asked to come and fight the dragons.

His attention turned back to Vunora. "Ma serannas, ar sha ela ma amahn." He responded a genuine happy tone in his voice. He was happy to be celebrating with his a fellow Dalish member. There seemed to be fewer Dalish every couple years. Shem, disease, predators, weather, or just old age seemed to take the Dalish away. Still he was proud of his people and how they endured no matter what.

Sadly Vunora was not far from the truth. The whole reason he was representing the Circle in the first place, to break this way of the Circle. "What you've heard is correct for the most part. The mages are indeed kept in the Circle for the rest of their lives and the templars watch us heavily. However we are permitted to go outside if the Templars were escorting us. Running away is not a very good option since Templars are equipped to hunting run away mages." Ayen said. He disliked the word apostate since it was associated with blood mage majority of the time. Although in reality an apostate mage was just a mage not living in the Circle. Humans in particular seemed to be uneducated in that area.

"Not all templars are as evil as they seem. Some are nice and just want to keep everyone safe. Others try to abuse their power. The relations between mages and templars have been very strained. Templars fear mages will use blood magic so they try to control mages even more. Mages are more oppressed and trapped. They feel the only solution is blood magic or running away. It is an endless cycle and it must be changed." Ayen explained.

He decided to share some odd facts just for fun. "Sometimes we would have a dessert called cake. It is very soft and sweet. Alcohol was not allowed to be consumed. We were not allowed to have pets either, although there were always mice and birds around so I would occasionally feed them." Ayen shared. "What other questions do you have?" he asked, happy to enlighten her curiosity.

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[Oenanthe]

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• Oenanthe
• Jun 6, 2017

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Rubbing his eyes Max sighed. Red lyirum. Of course. Of course it was red lyrium. He felt as if he would never truly be able to rid the world of it's evil. " I ... don't know. Certainly, I encountered no shortage of it, but still we have almost no understanding of it or how it works. It is possible that it simply could have been tainted by lyrium in its water supply, I would not be so quick to assume another malicious villain. I cannot imagine what he would have wanted with a lyrium dragon."

The truth was, it might have been possible but Max didn't even want to think about it. " We need to tell the others, but we will do it once we have left the city. I do not want to panic the people."
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" I am so sorry to hear that, I had hoped it was an exaggeration," Vunora said as she finished up the last of her stew and put it on her tray in exchange for a piece of bread to munch on. She had always been a munchy person, and while it would be too far to say she 'ate her feelings' she definitely found comfort in a good meal. That paired with her love for cooking made her a big curvier than most elves, but she didn't seem to mind having a bit more of a human build.

Laughing softly at the mention of cake, pets, and alcohol she shook her head. " No, no I think you covered most of it. I think it's your turn to ask a question."
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[SerenityAngel]

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Serenity sat on her cot and continued to brush and comb her long bright blonde hair. Her amethyst eyes seeming to gaze at nothing anymore as she became lost in her own thoughts and her own memories. It wasn't often she visited the ghosts of her past but when she did she was always very quiet. She didn't mind being away from them but sometimes she wondered about them. Those she left in Rivain. The past she could never change. While she was deep in her thoughts she suddenly felt tension on her long golden strands, tugging at her scalp lightly. Her hair was being touched and it was not something that she appreciated without her consent and even less so without her knowledge. She snapped her head to see who was touching her pride and joy and was about to yell at them but it turned out the one touching her hair was a child. A little girl with dark brown hair tied up in two pigtailed braids. Her hands were small as they gently touched Serenity's soft pale blond hair. The little girl marveled at the length and softness of the young woman's hair. Serenity could never be cold to a child and she didn't want the little girl to be scared of the dangerous ice apostate. "Can I help you little one?" she asked and the little girl blushed from embarrassment that she had been caught touching the woman's hair and instantly stopped and put her hands behind her back, trying to hide that she had done something she was not supposed to. The little girl shook her head and was about to run off but before she could Serenity grabbed the little girl's hand and used some of her recovered mana to create a small ice ballerina in the girl's hand as a gift. The little girl's face lit up and she thanked the mage before running off to show her little treasure to the other kids that she got from the one that finished off the dragon. After making someone happy Serenity went back to brushing her long soft hair. She seemed in a slightly better mood and could be spoken to though no one seemed interested in talking to her really. She glanced up when their group got bigger by two more people. This adventure was going to be a long and difficult one and now it was becoming more real than she wanted it to be.

Tasuki removed most of his armor to get comfortable for bed. He ate his dinner in relative quiet as he glanced around the temple at his companions. They all seemed to get along pretty well and things seemed quite calm up until the Qunari and the Avvar came into the room with their somewhat flashy entrances. Things were going to be far more interesting and complicated now and he knew it. For now though, he would just have to chill out and calm down. The stew was rather delicious and he savored every bite. It may have been a poor man's dinner but it was always his favorite. He'd prefer stew over anything fancy or high quality that people would serve at feasts. The stew warmed his core and he loved feeling warm. If he could, he'd sleep on a bed of hot coals but that would be a touch too hot for his human body to handle.

His golden eyes traveled to the two elven mages that were now deep in conversation. He could have sworn that he had seen the one with silver hair before but he could not place it. That was always his problem. He could not remember people very well if he is not around them constantly for at least a few days and if he had seen him then it would only be a familiarity that would nag at him. So he must have just seen him once but never really interacted with him. Might have been while he was training or even traveling. Though he was sure he would have remembered an elven mage with silver hair but he didn't so he must have reminded him of someone else. He shrugged it off and decided to finish his stew then see what he could do about his armor that was now quite dented and would be hard to wear comfortably. "And of course the dragon did a number on my uniform. This is going to be costly. I just know it." he said to himself with a sigh.

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[SilverFlight]

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Keenan understood the Inquisitor's hesitance.
"Doubtful there would be a contaminated water supply without other areas being affected, but you're right to question. We should be absolutely sure," he agreed.
"Tomorrow then, thank you for listening inquisitor. In the meantime I will try to think of people we could approach for more information."
As Keenan made his way back down the steps he took in the view of the chapel. Most were settled quietly, some were preparing for sleep.
He could feel fatigue pulling at the back of his mind, but with it came the dark thoughts that night often brought him and with those, the nightmares were never far behind. Keenan would not sleep well tonight he realized.
He noticed Serenity combing out her hair, saw her interaction with the child and grinned. He recalled the argument she had had with the templar the other night and his curiosity spurred him to go down to her.
"So, there is a fairly warm heart hidden under all that ice." He said as he watched the child show off her gift. He was teasing her, but it was not mean to be unkind. He knew her kind nature the moment he had seen her with Bluebell. "I suspect, there is a lot more to you then meets the eye." Keenan had a forward and friendly demeanor most often, the sort of nature you develop living in a small, rural community. Generally those of noble birth found it crude, but to some, it made them feel more like friends.
"I meant to ask...and I hope you don't think I'm being impertinent, you seem to be upset with Tasuki. I've gathered that you two are acquainted but...did something happen? I'm here to listen, if that helps."

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[SerenityAngel]

SERENITY​

The ice mage smiled as she was able to bring some kind of happiness to a town that had suffered such a great loss. It was just a small thing but it made her feel like she was more than just a deadly mage. She was lost in her thoughts once more before she heard a voice call to her and mention her icy walls and how there may be more that lie beneath the ice. "Isn't it the same with all people?" she asked him back, "All of us are books with a title but can only be understood once read, not just glanced at." she was calm as she spoke and now with her long hair finally brushed to a decent detanglement she started to try and re-braid it. This was the part she hated the most. With so much soft and thick hair it was hard to get the silken strands to cooperate and allow itself to be braided. "I'm proficient with ice and it suits my personality. Tasuki....Tasuki is....my opposite..." she was a bit quiet and did not really look at Keenan as she spoke. "He and I have a history together that I wish we didn't. I honestly wish I had never met him. He's far more dangerous than I'll ever be. That fire of his doesn't just burn flesh." She had been scarred by the ex-Templar deeply and now she refuses to let her walls of ice melt for anyone. Not even a comrade will bring them down but she will let them in if they ask but she will not trust. She glanced over at the fiery red head boy who was now whining to himself over his damaged armor. His own pride and joy as he took great pride in maintaining his old uniform. "Stupid fire muncher." she said under her breath and in her hands she made figures of ice appear one a female mage and the other a Templar boy. Both were young, the girl in her early teens and the boy a few years older. "It's a story I haven't told anyone before. It's not one I'm proud of either. You don't have to listen. I won't burden you with a story that to you, probably will sound stupid and childish." she made the two figures vanish from her hands in a puff of snow. She took a deep breath and brought her knees to her chest a little. At this moment she actually looked her age. She was only 18 but during battle and during the day when she was on guard she seemed so much older. Now she actually looked like her age and like any girl her age she felt alone and almost....lost.

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[SilverFlight]

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"No please, go on," Keenan prompted, "I would like to guess...that you were close once."
Then he did something unexpected, he knelt behind her and gathered up her unbraided hair, weaving the strands for her with practiced ease.
"My mother had me do this for her every morning." He mentioned casually as he finished the plat and tied it. "I gained a reputation among the wardens too, it was actually how I met my best friend..." He trailed off then as the memory twisted in his heart.
"Did he hurt you?" Keenan's voice was low as he directed the conversation back to Serenity, he didn't want to be overheard by the object of their conversation.
To Keenan, the conflict between them seemed like it could cause trouble in the future, and he could not prevent himself from trying to mend it. It was an impulse that was as much a part of him as the colour of his eyes.
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