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"A wise idea. Who knows how many more we'll be fighting." Ayen said. When Keenan asked to accompany him to meet the Inquisitor and his daughter he simply nodded and followed him to the garden. Ayen followed Keenan to meet the Inquisitor and his daughter. Before he could introduce himself she ran off to play with Blue. He smiled as he watched Vunora climb into the tree playing with Juliana.

He listened as Max opened up about the passing of his wife. Ayen hadn't thought of having a family of his own for a long time. When he was taken to the Circle it was clear that relationships and anything more was forbidden. Obviously people broke those rules but Ayen just never found the right women. Then he became a Grey Warden and he didn't want to put a wife and children through the pain of him leaving to the Calling.

Soon the Inquisitor was whisking the little girl away. He wondered what the party was for. Probably for defeating the dragon. Ayen was curious when they would head out to find their next dragon, and why he needed all of these different ambassadors to represent individual groups. Only time would tell for sure.

 

[The Silent Z]

Quietly he gazed in watching the child play with Bell and Venora, seeing the hound chase each stick instead of following the elven mages intent. Playfully they took to one another in running about, climbing trees and dodging sticks like arrows while bell chased about, bringing a shook of the Tevinters head and chuckle of a smile. The mabari was certainly a entertainer even she didn't try to be. A lovable nature he thought while he listened to Evelyn and Max speak to Sandro after Marylin, Ayen speaking to Keenan and noticing the young mage Serenity reacting to their enjoyment and praise of her ability with a violin. Rather surprised to her reaction but it was fair, he supposed..... though he couldn't say why exactly. He would have thought she would be happy to hear such kindness and that others enjoyed her play.

Perhaps it was new to her? Like some things were to him. It was then he heard Keenan speak to him with question. Bringing a quick turn of head to Keenan and gathered thought sort of gaze to him, he hadn't allowed his troubles burden another had he? It wasn't his intent to spoil another and burden. His troubles were his own and often took lengths to ensure it. Few was won with thy burden placed upon another...... As he grew learning from his father to instill strength in the lad and to each of his children as they grew into their own.

He paused his motion of hand before it reached his lips, forgetting he hadn't a pipe nor his glass of wine. Truthfully he was without so far today. "I'm well, yes.... um Thank you for asking, Keenan." Numerious responded using his best quick reaction of thought reply. Doing his best to hide his expression from telling he was untrue of his word, though it was hardly too bad of a lie in his opinion. Before long his eye turned toward Max as he spoke with Juliana about a bath and getting ready for the party.

To which Numerious nodded and saw them off with his eyes in following, before moving them back toward Keenan, Ayen, Venora, Evelyn, Serenity, Sul and company. Deciding he should head for the tavern for a drink before the party would begin, thus he gave a polite nod to each. "I'm aware that I've yet to officially meet some of you... I do apologize for any rudeness on my part. Perhaps we shall meet later on with the party coming soon." He spoke with a kind bow and excused himself for moment. Leaving for the tavern on way for a drink or two before the party. Though he was rather curious of the party, he had never been to a dragon slaying party before now. What was the proper attire for such a thing?

Upon reaching the tavern and stepping foot inside, Numerious walked up toward bar and sat himself atop the bar stool. Looking to the dwarf behind the counter with a short grin before raising his hand for two drinks and the bottle of rum ahead of him on the back counter. "My Thanks! Any news Sir dwarf?" He spoke with a conversing of thanks and politely asking after any recent new stuff or rumors.

The dwarf merely nodded and took his coin, told him of some news down in the dales. But he was certain that was something he heard before being told by he dwarf.

Shortly after the pair parted company as the dwarf answered his query and moved to another tavern customer. Numerious meanwhile hoped his manners were not rude as they seemed to him back with the others, but his mind had been elsewhere as of late and a good drink or two and a bottle seemed like a necessity at the time and still did truth be told.

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[Oenanthe]

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• Oenanthe
• Jun 6, 2017

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Max wasn't much for parties or drinking, but for once in his life he was actually enjoying tossing back a good ale. They were back home, they had accomplished their goal, and his goofing off wouldn't damn the entire fate of Thedas. So what if he got a little drunk? One drink in and he was ready for a round of Wicked Grace with anyone who would play. It had been almost a year since he last played and had the honor of watching Commander Cullen run away- ass cheeks shining in the moonlight. Maybe it was time for another bonding night with his new team.

Sitting down he began to shuffle the cards in his hands. " Who's up for a game!?" His voice bellowed over the sound of the bard but did nothing the halt the music making.

Vunora passed on the game of cards, having no idea how to play and with a good feeling in her gut that there would be no mercy for her tonight. Instead she busied herself in other areas of merriment. Namely she was endlessly fascinated with the bard. Prompting Blue to be her buddy for the night, she made a cozy little spot for herself on the carpet in front of the fire and listened like a fascinated child. A part of her wanted to drink, play games, and dance with the others, but she also had no idea where to even begin or what anything was.

So for now she was happy just to be learning the songs and rubbing Blue's big bull head.

((I don't plan for this scene to be massively long, like I said it's really just stalling until I have enough to reveal our next mission. Feel free to have your characters do as they like.))

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Sul had long made his way into the tavern hall, craving a nice red wine for the time being. His travels had made his cravings even more prominent. The dwarf manning the bar looked at the politician funnily as he swept the chalice to his nose and gave a deep inhale, taking in the scents of the wine. Opening his gaze to look at the other patrons, he sipped his drink attentively, leaning against the bar and crossing his legs in an almost sultry motion.
Hearing a game being called together, he sat up and raised his glass"Oh yes, deal me in if you would please!" sweeping himself in a chair across from the Inquisitor and raised his glass in greeting.
"Any idea on what game we will be playing tonight?" he took a sip of his drink and sat it down on the table infront of him.
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[SilverFlight]

The way Numerious replied did not entirely convince Keenan of the truth of the words, but he decided to let the matter lie for now. It was a subject he was clearly trying to avoid. Keenan did not get an opportunity afterwards either as the tavern began to fill not long after he had entered it.
Keenan stepped into the room, the velvet tunic and silver thread reflecting the light of the fire mutely as he moved. He'd done his best to clean the muddy signature Blue had left on his chest so only a faded mark of the paw prints remained. He'd also tried to tame his wild hair and tie it with a leather cord.
Keenan asked for a fall apple cider at the bar and when the inquisitor called for players Keenan reluctantly sat down at the table and accepted a hand. He recognized the cards with a sinking feeling.
"Just to give you fair warning I am absolutely rubbish at this game," and it was true. For those who were looking could read the warden like a book. He was too used to being honest.
Keenan looked at the Qunari with a rueful smile. "Do they have Wicked Grace in your land Sul? Lucky if they don't. This game's ruined the dignity of many a player."
The warden had some rather interesting stories involving rounds played at Weisshaupt, which he would likely share later, after more drinks.
The first round played Keenan lost (he hadn't even come close) and he resigned himself to handing over the few coins he had bet. It was then he noticed Vunora, sitting by Blue and the fire, watching the bard with intense interest. She seemed slightly lost, and it occurred to him that festivities with her clan might look a good bit different from this. Keenan thought for a moment, then he downed the remainder of his drink and got up.

He didn't have to search far for the other musicians, they were sitting idly about the room. Keenan recruited a fiddle player and a tin whistle player and a dwarf with a Bodhran drum. He then ordered the tables at the far end of the room be pushed aside (leaving the inquisitor's table well enough alone) to allow for proper dancing.
After the room was set he took the bard aside and told her the song he wished her to play. A beaming smile lit up her face and the rallied the other musicians to her, taking a modest guitar from the corner of the room. The reel began with a few fluttery notes on the tin whistle and several smiles as some recognized the music, then the drum joined and the fiddle too and before long people were clapping in time to the music as the first few dancers skipped their way onto the floor.
It was a country dance, one of the most popular in Keenan's little mountain village, and, it was one of the only songs he knew the steps to.

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Pleased with his instigation of merriment Keenan made his way over to the fire.
He stopped in front of Vunora and, with his gentle, sheepish smile he held out his hand to her.
"Would you dance with me?"

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[Oenanthe]

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• Oenanthe
• Jun 6, 2017

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Dealing Sul in with a smile he shook his head. " I hope you know what you're getting into Quinari." He jested with a playful smile. " Fereldens are serious about this game...thankfully Evelyn hasn't come over yet. Fereldens are serious Orlesians are damn deadly when they play."

The first round of cards Max had dominated, but that was to be his last victory of the evening as the alcohol mingled with his blood and muddled his decision making. It always baffled him how alcohol could make others so bold and quick witted, he just acted-a fool whenever he was under the influence. Staring at his cards with a furrowed brow as he examined his hand for the new round he tried to develop a strategy with all the band striking up such a familiar tone. He was so tempted to jump in and dance but he was committed to the game now and wouldn't budge.

No matter how furiously his toe tapped.

Looking up, the Dalish woman grinned at Keenan and took his hand- letting him pull her from the ground. " I don't know this dance Keenan!" She laughed as it seemed the violins would not wait for her to figure it out. That was when a little known talent of hers was revealed, she was a fantastic dancer. When it came to the arts she couldn't draw even a circle, her painting was limited to swirls and dots for war paint, she could not play any instruments, her writing was base at best, and her singing was enjoyable but nothing to shake people to their core. But her dancing.

Oh she could dance.

As she spun underneath Keenan's arm she laughed. " Did you know-" She waited until they made eye contact again. " Back in my clan I was a fire twirler. Set camp on fire once practicing in the fall."

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[SilverFlight]

Keenan grinned back at her as he pulled her up and lead her to the dance. "Don't worry, its mostly skipping and not too hard to figure out. Follow my lead."
Vunora did not need to follow Keenan's lead. Indeed he found himself hard pressed to keep pace with her as she leapt and spun, stepped and turned. She moved with the surefooted grace of a deer and Keenan found himself tripping twice so enchanted was he by her dancing. When she laughed he couldn't help but do the same. His eyes widened with amazement as she mentioned her past talent and the mishap.
"You didn't!" He exclaimed, joyfully aghast as he stepped in, taking her by the waist and lifting her as they spun, a mirror to the other dancers.
"I've never seen fire twirling, but if you can do it as good as you dance, you'll be a celebrity here."
Keenan redoubled his efforts to match Vunora, now she was becoming familiar with the steps he fell in beside her more easily and echoed her as they flew about the room. The candles on the walls became blurs of colour and the faces too until the only thing in Keenan's view was Vunora.
At length the fiddles bowed out with their final note and the dance ended in raucous cheers and whooping. Blue began to bark excitedly, goaded by the noise in the room.
Keenan laughed then, breathless but deep and rich and filled with pure happiness. For once in what seemed like an age he forgot completely about Adamant, and the calling, about darkspawn and dragons and all the terrible things in the world.
Keenan met Vunora's gaze, his eyes still alight with the joy of the moment.
"I have never met such a wonderful dancer as you, in all my years."

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[Oenanthe]

When the dance was over Vunora plopped down onto the nearest chair laughing. " No! I swear I did! It was horrible! Once we finally put out all the flaming leaves with water from the creek I got lectured for hours. Once the lecture ended though, we all just started laughing about it. It had become a running joke in my clan. It never stopped us though, dancing is a huge part of my clan.

Where is Ayen? Perhaps we could teach you all a Dalish dance?"

Blushing she looked down at her hands in a big beaming grin. It was just nice to see Keenan so happy. It was common place to dance with everyone and anyone in her clan and encouraged. Not once had it crossed her mind to decline his offer, but she never thought it would be so much fun accepting it. " You're not bad either! And the music! Oh I loved that song!!! Do all shem-er humans know how to dance? I was under the impression it wasn't as common in your clans."

" And what of you Blue? Would you like to dance with me?" She asked rubbing the dogs floppy ears and motioning for her to jump up and put her paws on her shoulders.
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||Kyra Jerriken||

Seeing the fiery haired male approach the window pane, Kyra felt herself stiffen until he stepped aside; granting her entrance into his humble abode. Cautiously she moved her feet out from under her, her boots landing with a soft - almost inaudible thud. Being of that of a hunter, she was always light on her feet.

"You know, you could just ask to pet her."

His teasing tone came to her ears. Her head quickly turning to him from her prying eyes in admiration of his room, “That was the fastest route from where I was.” she stated simply. Which wasn’t wrong, however, she knew it was a strange approach. Thus how Kyra was. It honestly couldn’t be helped. Soft mewls and purrs captured her attention.

The brunette turned her indigo hues - serious, still holding a deadpan appearance; suddenly cracked upon seeing the white fluff of the kitten pressed against his chest. Suddenly, it was like she was a little girl again. Ever so delicately and carefully did she close the space between she and the warrior. Her slender fingers stretching out to gently rub against the kitten’s cheek.

Soft purrs echoed from her little lungs as she attempted to gnaw at Kyra’s finger, “She is beautiful,” the Avvar woman stated through a thin smile, “How did you come to find her?”

It was a strange sight; something Kyra was accustomed too. She wasn’t one to outright judge someone - but she would admit it was curious. A man of his stature, with a small kitten. She’d noticed the Templar armor, and yet he had these furs which she induced meant he was a man of hunting; gathering by their authenticity. And there was the strange relationship that he shared with the Ice Mage. History between the two they seemed to share in not speaking of.

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After spending some time with Tasuki, Kyra retreated to the Tavern. Delan in particular was in need of a drink. Or so he had lead her to believe. Her dwarven companion wasn’t much of a ‘talker’ so to say. A comment that was often made of him - but Kyra thought nothing of it. In fact, she was almost certain that he stayed with her because he felt she was the only person who understood him. Though she felt he wasn’t difficult to read at all.

He seemed, merely sad to her.

“Oi! W-Where do ya reckon she’s puttin’ it!?” the male’s tone slurred as he watched the Avvar woman take another shot of the Dwarven ale. A rather rough substance, which would nearly knock anyone off their arse. Kyra, merely placed the mug back down and crossed her arms over her chest; leaning against the table with a rather smug grin on her face. Her eyes were somewhat glossed over and she appeared to no longer be uptight.

Kyra had a rather high tolerance for alcohol. Something she used as a means of hustle when looking for quick coin. Play a game, loser takes a shot. Back with her tribe, such occasions happened often - with a successful hunt, wedding, or trail was completed.

However, one of the stable boys, thought it would be amusing to challenge Kyra to a game of cards; a childish way to get a rouse out of her, along with spitting other slanders. Why he had such a distaste for the Avvar was beyond her, ignoring him but accepting his request. The game of cards was quick, with the losing party taking a shot when lost. Feigning the drink was too strong for her, she decided to add coin into the play. Which the blonde stable boy quickly accepted. However, after a couple more rounds, it was apparent that he was feeling the affects of the ale.

Kyra, however, was not.

She’d been known to out drink most of the men in her clan. Likely nothing a lady should be proud of, but it was all for fun and games. Even if it was frowned upon by some.

Delan snickered earning a drunken glare from the young lad. He couldn’t have been much older than herself. Nibblet had taken it upon himself to make friends with the bard as they strummed their lute. Or maybe it was the leather shoes that he’d really wanted.

“Look there - odds are in my favor. Again.” Kyra taunted. The male’s friends holding their breaths that threatened to erupt in a fit of drunken giggles.

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[SilverFlight]

"Thank you," said Keenan, flattered at her compliment. "And no, many of us are quite awful at it. There are different kinds of dances. I know a few of the country ones, informal and a bit more fun. Lady Faux for example would know a different set of dances entirely."
When Vunora gave the gesture-command to Blue he put his hand out to stop her but took it back as the great dog reared onto her hind legs.
"She's quite heavy!" Keenan warned, a bit too late as the mabari's great paws came down to deliver half her weight onto Vunora's lithe frame. The massive animal's head easily came up level with the elf's and her brown eyes, soft and bright, sparkled in the firelight.
Bluebell wasted no time in offering Vunora a thorough face-licking and Keenan hid a grin.
Afterwards he thought about rejoining the game of wicked grace, but decided that he liked it better here, with the smiles and the laughter and Blue's wagging tail.
"Who here has a good story to tell?" Keenan called, posing the question to anyone in the room who was listening. He pulled up a chair by the fire and sat in it comfortably, waiting for someone to rise to the proffered occasion.

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Ayen followed the group into the tavern. It was loud with music and laughter, he enjoyed the fun care free atmosphere. He ordered ale and slowly sipped it. The last thing he wanted to do was become hung over. The ale was good, filled with a rich flavor that he couldn't put his finger on. Normally he didn't drink, he preferred to have a clear head. However this day was cause for celebration so one drink wouldn't hurt.

As he sipped he observed some of the party play Wicked's Grace. He never played, but based on what the others were saying, he decided not to play. He didn't want to lose his coin or dignity to his new comrades. Although he would enjoy watching the others embarrass themselves. His attention eventually drew towards Vunora and Keenan dancing to the music.

Then he heard his name from Vunora. He didn't catch everything she had said but he approached her and Keenan. Keenan then asked if anyone had stories. Ayen thought back to the storyteller in his clan. A grin approached his face. Every night the story teller would share a store, probably his favorite time of the day when he was a child. He remembered the story of the legendary were bear. It was a good story to keep the children from wondering the woods late at night.

He figured Vunora would know better stories then he did. After all it had been many years since he heard any stories. At least any good stories. The Circle didn't have many books for leisure reading. "A great idea Keenan." Ayen praised and looked to Vunora. "Do you have any stories?" Ayen asked. He hoped she had at least one she would be willing to share with the group.

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After her long and tedious session of practicing on her violin, Serenity put the delicate instrument away and made sure that it would be ready for the next time she felt in the mood to play again. She took great care of the few tings she possessed. The violin was her favorite item as it was the only thing she could really put her heart and soul into. She couldn't do that with many things but music and movement, that was something she could cling to and be a part of. She could be herself in visual and audial art but any other time, no way. She had to be still, calm and cold. Like the ice her magic is made up of. This way, she will never be hurt again. She will never be betrayed again.

After a brief reflection she made her way back down from her room to the tavern where the others had gathered and the music had livened up. Things seemed to be entertaining for everyone but Serenity's eyes were as ice once more. She did not show any real emotion other than passing interest in the game of Wicked Grace. She knew how to play and because of her walls she could bluff with the best of them. After all, it was only a game and only money. Not something to get hung up over. She asked to be dealt in for a hand or two and was rather quiet save for when she had to speak. The music that plaid while the game went on was lively and cheerful but it would not change Serenity's icy mood. Of the two hands she played, she won both and instead of keeping the money she won she spread it among the others so she could would not be seen as greedy or cowardly. She preferred to be seen as noble or generous. She wanted to be a good representation of both her family and her country. She could not let herself be the shame on her family name any more than she already was. It seemed better to be cold anyway. You don't get hurt.

Tasuki's smile grew even more when Kyra explained even though he didn't really ask how she got there or why she was outside his window. He didn't mind. He was an open book and not really one to keep secrets about himself or what he does. He chuckled a little in a deep low tone as he let the Avaar girl hold Snowfall and just be a normal girl for a while. She was actually pretty cute now that he gets a good look at her. She may have a fierce exterior and she may be a strong woman and warrior but she was just as gentile as he was when it came to the cute little creatures that are never really tamed.

When Kyra asked where and how he found Snowfall he kind of gave a sorrowful face but he still smiled through it as he gently pet the little kitten's head as it purred under his soft touch. "While we were in Redcliff, after the battle with the dragon and during the clean up and repairs. This little one was under a smoldering pile of wood. Her fur was singed and she was covered in soot and ash. Thankfully she wasn't hurt but her fur needed cleaned and trimmed. After a bath she didn't thank me for I gave her a little trim to remove the burnt fur. Now you can't even tell she was near death just a few days ago." he was happy to have the little companion as he had lost his old one. He had hoped that this little one would be as good company as Bluebell was to Keenan. It would be something to aspire to but he doubted that the kitten would be as powerful as the massive dog.

After a good while of talking with the entertaining Avaar woman and getting to know her a little and her love for the little fluff ball in his hands, he left his room and headed to the tavern with everyone else. He was surprised to see Serenity there since she didn't drink the last time he checked and she was even playing a game of Wicked Grace. He watched her win her games and leave without taking any winnings. He had thought about playing a game but laughed at himself and raised his hands a little in surrender, "I'm not getting into that dangerous game again. Last time I played I lost two sets of clothes, a week's worth of soap and my deserts for a month." he had to admit it was kind of funny but really sad. He just didn't know when to quit. After that he turned his attention to the others and the lively music that was playing in the room and as tempted to dance but he knew he would just look VERY stupid. A big guy like him with his appearance dancing like a clown and a push over which he was not at all. He could not lose his image, after all he needed to represent his people. But it was alright to be just a normal guy for a little bit, right? Just one night wouldn't hurt too much, right? What could possibly go wrong? It was just one night and just a little fun.

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The great dog almost knocked her over but she grabbed onto Keenan's forearm in time to catch herself. It didn't phase her though, only made her laugh as she leaned forward to put the chair back on all fours. Rubbing Blue gently she motioned her down so that she might be able to actually speak. " The Dalish always have a stories to tell. My father is a great Era'Haselan - a story weaver. One of the best out of many of the clans, I personally think he is the best. I'm...not as good at coming up with tales off the top of my head or telling them in an immersive way like he did. In fact he used to use shadows from the fire to illustrate his stories as he told them...but uh- that's not my story."

" I will tell you the story of the Halla, our most sacred animal and companion, as well of the story of Ghilan'nain, the Mother of the Halla."

Standing up in front of the fire she took inspiration from her father's methods and had them turn off all lights aside from the harth so that she could depict shapes across the floor using her magic. She was not as talented as her father, but it would do. The band was told to play soft and low so to give ambiance to her speaking. Stories were sacred to the Dalish and the exchange of them was a ceremony as holy to her as a sermon of the Maker was to Ferelden's.

Vunora swirled her hands until they began to form the basic shape of a woman in the flames. What once was tendrils of hot red light soon shaped into that of towering trees, their flickering becoming the sway of branches in the wind as she began her story.

"They say Ghilan'nain was one of the People, in the days before Arlathan, and the chosen of Andruil the Huntress. She was very beautiful—with hair of snowy white—and as graceful as a gazelle. She kept always to Andruil's Ways, and Andruil favored her above all others.

One day, while hunting in the forest, Ghilan'nain came across a hunter she did not know. At his feet lay a hawk, shot through the heart by an arrow. Ghilan'nain was filled with rage, for the hawk—along with the hare—is an animal much beloved of Andruil. Ghilan'nain demanded that the hunter make an offering to Andruil, in exchange for taking the life of one of her creatures. The hunter refused, and Ghilan'nain called upon the goddess to curse him, so that he could never again hunt and kill a living creature.

Ghilan'nain's curse took hold, and the hunter found that he was unable to hunt. His prey would dart out of sight and his arrows would fly astray. His friends and family began to mock him for his impotence, for what use is a hunter who cannot hunt? Ashamed, the hunter swore he would find Ghilan'nain and repay her for what she had done to him.

He found Ghilan'nain while she was out on a hunt with her sisters, and lured her away from them with lies and false words. He told Ghilan'nain that he had learned his lesson and begged her to come with him, so she could teach him to make a proper offering to Andruil. Moved by his plea, Ghilan'nain followed the hunter, and when they were away from all of her sisters, the hunter turned on Ghilan'nain. He blinded her first, and then bound her as one would bind a kill fresh from the hunt. But because he was cursed, the hunter could not kill her. Instead he left her for dead in the forest.

And Ghilan'nain prayed to the gods for help. She prayed to Elgar'nan for vengeance, to Mother Mythal to protect her, but above all she prayed to Andruil. Andruil sent her hares to Ghilan'nain and they chewed through the ropes that bound her, but Ghilan'nain was still wounded and blind, and could not find her way home. So Andruil turned her into a beautiful white deer—the first halla. And Ghilan'nain found her way back to her sisters, and led them to the hunter, who was brought to justice.

And since that day, the halla have guided the People, and have never led us astray, for they listen to the voice of Ghilan'nain."

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Keenan grabbed onto Vunora 's arm too and the back of her chair to prevent it from tipping over. When it was righted he bade Blue sit by his chair and began scratching her behind the ear idly.
He felt a light thrill as Vunora began to speak. He had never heard an elven tale before, not properly anyway and as he watched, the fire illuminating her from behind and the magic beginning to weave itself through the flickering shadows he felt himself be drawn in. Her voice was low and soft and clear and Keenan lost himself in it as the images began to float into his mind's eye. The story played out in full, Keenan's emotions waxing and waning as it was told. When Vunora had finished he stayed silent for a long while.
"That was...magnificent. You're a wonderful story-teller. I will remember that for a long time to come."
Blue was lying down now, eyes closed, a contented expression on her sleepy face. He patted the dog's flank affectionately. "And Blue thinks so too."
Then he looked up and noticed the Templar come in.
"Tasuki, get a drink and come sit with us, we are exchanging stories."
He then looked at the others expectantly.
"Who has another one then? Numerious perhaps? Or..." He pointed to the Avaar woman he had not really met. "Kyra, what about you?"

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[The Silent Z]

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Time was passing like clockwork and Numerious hardly came to notice. Instead quite focused on finishing his bottle of rum and letting his tankard of ale and his shot of some drink the dwarf assured was strong enough to get the job done. But so far asfter finishing both and now his bottle, nothing felt different, hardly a buzz from all his drinking. He began to ponder if his constitution was too high or the drinks were watered down by someone or thing? Though it wouldn't matter enough to ponder any more. The party was likely to begin soon, leading Numerious to rise from his stool and wander the tavern. Leaving behind the empty tankards and bottle, while he walked up the stairs and around the place on the second level before walking up the second set of stairs to the top where a door led out onto the Battlements as far as the mage could imagine. It made sense by the construction and design of Skyhold.

He could hear others enter the tavern and begin to play cards, noticing as he went lower and now sitting on the center of the steps that led down to the main level of the bar. A pair dancing with one another the pair of Venora and Keenan. While Max, Serenity and Sul played Wicked grace. It seemed Avira was playing a drinking game with one of the boys in the tavern, while Tasuki entered and Bell lay down at Keenan's feet while Venora had since told a story. A elven tale for the Halla.

He listened and smiled briefly as she told her story. A rather interesting tale of legend. Before long he got up and ordered himself another drink deciding on some more rum while he listened and heard others chime in.

Numerious stood against the bar with his arm pressed against edge and him leaning back on it with his side, while he took a drink from his tankard of rum. When Keenan asked for another from someone else, even mentioning names like his own and Kyra's..... The mage thought quietly of this idea. A story shared and told by him? He knew plenty of experiences he could tell though he wasn't certain of his storytelling ability, it wasn't after all a common practice back home with his daily life or adventures as you might call them. While somehow turning to Tevinter history just seemed like a bad idea. Thus it left him with his own personal tales....

Expeditions, political encounters and battles, travels out into the beautiful landscape his homeland hand to offer and finding adventure in that mere occurrence? He wasn't sure but Kyra was asked next so his mind went off into focus, listening to what others might have and what Kyra might respond with in the form of answer and potential story.

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[Vys]

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Sweeping the cards into his hands he thought carefully,"Most Qunari don't sit and play cards. Fist fighting and spars are common, at least with my men." taking out a long oriental pipe adorned with gold, he stuck the mouthpiece in his teeth when it was unlit,"But do not doubt." he shook a finger in a 'tsk tsk ' motion before taking the pipe in his fingers to go and take a drink again.


The game was absolutely terrible for him.
Furrowing his brows he rubbed his temple, grinding his teeth against the mouthpiece of his pipe,"What in the maker's name is this game." he grinned and looked to the Inquisitor questionably,"I can't seem to make matches despite my bluffs." he spread his cards infront of him as the game round came to a close, his fingers pressed against the cards, tapping his nails against the surface as he thought. /Am I losing my touch or am I missing something? /
A noise of glee made him turn his attention briefly to the dancers, a smile spreading across his face and showing his brilliant teeth. Dancing seemed pleasant at the moment.
Looking back at Max and chuckling, he tipped his head,"Id dance with you if you so wanted, Inquisitor. I'm sure I'm smoother on my feet than with my card hand."

Oenanthe
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[Oenanthe]

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• Oenanthe
• Jun 6, 2017

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After Vunora finished her captivating tale of the first halls, the candles were soon relit and the volume of the band increased once more. This gave Max the ideal opportunity to continue his game or...'Id dance with you if you so wanted, Inquisitor. I'm sure I'm smoother on my feet than with my card hand.' His smirk blossomed and he stood up, throwing down his mediocre hand onto the table and bowing. One arm was placed behind his back and the other was extended out in invitation as the band struck up another tune.

" I accept your offer Ambassador Sul, let us dance." Oh this would be the vision of a lifetime. The stiff, stereotypical hero dancing across the tavern floor with a Quinari dressed in unusually colorful and regal garbs. Maybe it was the drink, but he looked forward to the jig and went into the dance with confidence.

Leaning back in her chair Vunora tapped Keenan on the arm with excitement. " Look! Look the Inquisitor is dancing with the new Quinari!" She said letting out a soft happy laugh. It felt nice to share a story of her people with those around her, and Keenan's praise only fueld her joy. It seemed everyone was feeling a bit rebellious and experimental, because she reached over and took Keenan's tankard- stealing a sip.

" Its... Not so bad." Not nearly as good as the elven berry drinks they had back home, but it wasn't undrinkable. Soon she ordered her own and sat there sipping at the beverage with a slight rosy hue to her drinks from all the exitment and the lull of alcohol.

" I don't think I've had this much fun since Myrinn's birthday when everyone went swimming at night in the creek and Tal stole everyone's clothes then hid them all across the nearby area. Have you ever had a naked scavanger hunt with half of your clan at night? Most of them drunk. It was hilarious! What about you Keenan? Surely the Wardens weren't all gryffins and steel." It might be nice for him to think of the good times and not just what went wrong.
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[Vys]

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Surprise flushed over Sul as Max stood and bowed, accepting his offer to dance. His smile spread and he stood as well, taking one last swig of his drink and placing his pipe across the lip of it. Placing his hand lightly in the palm of Max's, he knelt down gracefully in a bit of a curtsy.
Allowing them both to flow to the open space that was used for dance, he swept one of the piece of cloth that hung around his thigh and tucked it in one of his bracelets to keep it away from his feet.
Squaring his shoulders he placed his other hand on Max's shoulder and allowed the music to take them.

With only a few buzzed mis-steps from Sul's end, the Qunari laughed and bowed his head a little, forehead pressing against Max's shoulder briefly before he raised his head again. Sul's laugh was light and sounded naturally effeminate and very nice on the ears,"Even with a few drinks in you, your steps are seasoned! Id love to see you sober!" he spoke just enough for the man to hear without outshining the bard's lovely tune.
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[SerenityAngel]

There was not much that Serenity did at parties or gatherings save for sit by the wall and just watch. Occasionally she would participate in the game of Wicked Grace but not for very long as she had just done. She listened to the story and gave little expression or indication that she had any interest in the tale but she liked how Venora was quite good at telling the tale. It was calming and almost lulled her to sleep but she remained aware and standing. Granted it was by the wall, but still, she was in the room and being....somewhat social. At least she was out of her room and being seen.

The story was pleasant to hear and imagine but once the story was over and te lights brought back to life Serenity's violet eyes just watched as things got more lively and that was when Tasuki walked in with that idiotic smile on his face. His burning red hair and tall stature being a bit attention grabbing but he was way too gentile to really portray a strong man. But that was just his casing and how he wanted to seem. His true self was much harder and burned a lot hotter than he was currently. He was being so very tame. He was welcomed by Keenan and the others with open arms and smiles and warm greetings. It honestly ticked her off to no end. She wanted to forgive and forget but this wound she carried was way too deep and he had no idea and she was not going to tell him just how deep his betrayal ran.

Tasuki Entered the room with a big smile on his face and a warm greeting. When he was asked to grab a drink he gave an apologetic smile and raised his hands a bit. "Thanks but I don't drink. I'd rather not let other's fire bring my own out. I'm not a good drunk, you see." he said a bit embarrassed to admit that he really shouldn't drink and with his personality he was a little worried they would not like him too much if he let himself go. "But stories,on the other hand, I can't pass up. I know of only one story but it was a long time ago when I heard it. I'm not a good storyteller, but I'll do my best."

He took a deep breath and started a fairly short tale, "Once, long, long ago, there lived a young witch. She was beautiful and kind and cared about the people in her village. She was their healer and was much loved by everyone. One day, a prince came to the village to see his people on the outlying villages. He saw the witch in a field of flowers making flower crowns for the children. He was captivated. She took his breath away and the longer he watched her, the harder he fell for her. Eventually the two fell in love but their happiness was not to last for very long. You see, the prince had a lover. A priestess who loved the prince so much that she got rid of any threat to her chance to have him fall in love with someone else. When she learned of their relationship she accused the witch of being said witch though she had never seen any magic or had any proof. The witch had never used magic in front of people so no one knew what she was. One day the priestess convinced the prince that the girl he loved was a witch and should be burned at the stake for her crime. With tears in his eyes, the prince approached the witch and subtly grabbed her long hair before cutting it and having her tied to the stake. The prince and the witch were both heart-broken but the witch could not give up. She cried to the prince over and over, begging him to spare her life. Trying t convince him that she never harmed anyone or anything. That she was not a witch. The priestess lit the pyre and as the flames grew higher and higher the witch screamed and begged until she could no longer stand it. She revealed her true form, a guardian with large white wings. He had accused an angel of being a witch. She flew off, leaving behind only a single, singed feather. The prince was shattered and because of the betrayal of the priestess he cast her out of his kingdom and lived alone from then on, hoping that the guardian would return to his arms."

After his story he scratched the back of his head a bit animatedly and wondered if he did alright. "Like I said, I'm not a great story teller." that was when the music got a bit louder and the inquisitor started dancing with the Quinary. It was a bit fun to watch and he could not help but cheer and laugh a little. He decided to go and try his luck at talking to Serenity. He took a deep breath before walking over to her.

Tasuki trotted over to Serenity who did not change her expression and ignored him completely. She was in no mood to entertain him in any manner. That goofy grin he gave her only made her roll her eyes at him and attempt to walk away. Before she could get very far though she felt his hand grab her upper arm and stop her from walking any further away, causing the ice mage to gasp and glare at the fiery ex-Templar.

"Serenity, come on, you can't stay mad at me forever. It's not fair. Talk to me. Dance with me." he pleaded a bit loudly as he tried to get her to loosen up and be like she was when they were traveling together.

"Let go! Don't touch me!" she shouted at him and her free hand came across his face with an icy cold touch, stinging Tasuki's face and leaving him shocked and metaphorically frozen. His grip on her released and she snapped her arm away from him. His hand came up and gently rubbed his injured cheek as he stared at her with his golden eyes.

Unable to handle the situation any longer, Serenity hastily walked out of the tavern. The scene was embarrassing and humiliating for both her, her family and for Tasuki. The tall man just stood there in shock. This had never happened before. They had never fought like this. She had never struck him or looked at him so coldly, like she hated him. She looked at him like he were a darkspawn. Serenity's hasty retreat took her outside the tavern and towards the open area to breathe. When she left and Tasuki was left alone and embarrassed he gave a nervous chuckle and apologized for the scene and decided, maybe he would have a drink instead of staying sober.

Serenity stood alone in the open area. She trembled a little as if shaken or cold. Really she was feeling something she hadn't let herself feel in a long time. A feeling she didn't want to feel ever again. She envied the others. They were all so much stronger than her. They could all be themselves and be so free with their emotions and just let go. She couldn't though. Even Tasuki, she envied. She wished she could be like them all. They all had hardships in their lives but still, are the still living with their past? Are they still tormented with it? Some of them, maybe but she still had physical and mental anguish to look forward to when she got home.

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[SilverFlight]

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Keenan could not hide a surprised smile when he caught sight of the inquisitor and Sul stepping onto the dance floor.
"I just hope Sul knows what he's doing." He joked lightheartedly. He clapped along with several others when the dance began.
Not long after Keenan felt a tug on his arm and looked over just as Vunora wrested the tankard from his grasp.
"Oi!" He exclaimed in a mock-offended tone even as he laughed. He regarded her with a patient affection as she sampled the drink and went for her own. Whether it was the atmosphere or the drink or both Vunora seemed much more comfortable now. She recounted the naked scavenger hunt and Keenan thought about her question in earnest.
"Well, no, but a group of us did have to run about Weisshaupt keep in the middle of winter in our birthday suits because one of the recruits had sent the sacks of laundry to the castle fires instead of the firewood."
Then she asked for a story from him. "Oho! The lady likes a warden's drink but has no time for Griffin tales does she?"
He was teasing her and the mischievous grin on his face proved it.
Tasuki volunteered a story next and Keenan waited, listened with dedicated interest.
"That's a sad tale." Keenan remarked quietly when the story was done.
He looked about the faces and guessed that it was his turn to offer a tale of his own. He did have a tale in mind that involved griffins, but relenting to Vunora's previous comment he instead chose a different one.
"I'll tell you a story that was told to me by the man who gave me Bluebell. This one is called 'The Three Mabari Hounds', and its a long one, so settle in."
Keenan himself, settled into his chair and looked at his listeners seriously.

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"Once, a long way back, when giants still roamed wherever they pleased, there was a king who had jusy become a father. The little girl was so fair and so kind that everyone who saw her loved her. One day, an enchanter came to the king with a message. He warned the king not to let his daughter stray from the castle grounds, for the child was coveted by the giant king that lived deep under a mountain, and that was a foe too terrible to face. If she went beyond the protection of the castle, she would surely be taken.
And so the young girl grew, and as she grew, she grew restless, she wanted so badly to see what was beyond the castle walls, so one night, she crept out, and no sooner had she reached the gates of the village a shadow fell upon her and she was gone.
Now, at about the same time, in a small wooded glen there lived a penniless pig boy and his mother. They had three fine, fat hogs which the boy took out every morning to forage among the trees. The boy was not the brightest of lads, but his heart was good and he was brave.
One morning the enchanter, disguised as a peddler with a graying beard happened by, followed closely by three great mabari hounds.
When the boy saw the dogs he marveled at them and wished very much that he could have such dogs.
The peddler saw his expression and spoke up: 'I see you like my dogs, so I will make you a deal, I will trade you my dogs for all three of your fine fat pigs. I promise you will not be disappointed.'
The boy knew his mother would be furious but he couldn't help but agree. The man took the pigs and before he left he said to the boy 'now you can rest assured you have gotten a very fine deal. These mabari are no ordinary dogs, the white is called "Hold Fast" and he will hold fast anything in the world without letting go, even if it was a fearsome mountain giant. The grey is called "Tear Well" And she will tear to pieces anything in the world, even if it was a fearsome mountain giant. The black, he is called "Hear Quick" and he can hear anything and everything, even if it was a hundred feet underground. Now the last thing I have for you is a gift,' and he held out a small reed flute to the boy. 'Play this and the dogs, loving the sound will dance for you, and when you find yourself in trouble, play a tune, for when the dogs dance together, it is almost like magic.' And with that, the peddler walked away, leading the pigs on.
The boy's mother was furious, but when he played the flute and the dogs began to dance she forgot her anger and laughed. The dogs proved very useful, Hear Quick could find the hardest game and Hold Fast caught it, and when the mother's larder was filled and coins flowed from her savings box the boy took his dogs and went to make his way in the world.
Now, it so happened that as he traveled he heard tell of the princess who had been taken by the giant king and he thought that that was terrible, so he decided to do something about it. Many laughed at him, saying great warriors and magicians had tried and failed, for most could not even find the giant king's home, let alone get in, but the boy was not discouraged; he bade Hear Quick to listen and the dog did, he heard the click clack of a spinning wheel, only it was deep underground. The mabari lead the boy to a great rock wall, where the sound was loudest.
The boy then called Tear Well and bade her break down the wall and the dog broke it to pieces in the blink of an eye.
The princess sat in a dark stone room, spinning gold for the terrible giant, who was yet not at home. She was overjoyed that someone had found her but her joy turned to fear and she begged the boy to run, lest the giant come home and find him.
The giant, had not been far away, and had seen the boy and seen his great mabari break down his stone wall and he was wary, so he decided to set a trap. When he returned to his home he met the boy with smiles and hospitality and the boy was completely taken in by the ruse.
When the giant had fed him at his table and made polite conversation he brought out an empty pitcher. He told the boy that there was a spring at the top of the mountain that ran with sweet wine."
Keenan deepened his voice when it came to speak the giant's part.
"'Your dogs could fetch us some, for they move fast on four legs and could do it faster than I.' The boy thought this was a good idea so asked Quick Hear to go up and fetch the wine.
'No no, the pitcher is very heavy when filled, one dog will not be enough.' So the boy told Hold Fast to go too and again the giant protested,
'It is indeed a very heavy flask, two dogs may not be enough.' And so, thinking nothing was amiss the boy bade all three dogs go from his side. The princess wept but the giant with an evil look silenced her. The dogs were very unwilling to go, and only did so when the boy pressed them with harsh words. No sooner had the dogs left then the giant used his magic to trap them, and as soon as that was done he turned on the boy and drew his great, crooked sword!"
Keenan mimed the drawing of a sword and brandished it before his audience.
"The boy, seeing his error was very sorry he hadn't seen the trick and tried desperately to think of what to do.
Just as the sword was about to come down and cleave him in two he shouted 'wait! Oh great giant, I can clearly see that I am no match for you, therefore before I die I would like to play a song on my flute so send my spirit off into the sky.'
The giant begrudgingly agreed and the boy began to play. The music floated up, up to the top of the mountain where the dogs were caged with magic iron and, when they heard the notes they began to dance. The magic of their dance rose up against the magic of the giant king and broke through it and the cage fell to pieces. They came running back then and as soon as the boy saw them he called to them
'Hold Fast quick! Hold him fast! Tear Well now! Tear him up!'
The dogs leapt on the giant and did as they were told and before long the giant was dead, torn to bits by the great mabari hounds.
The celebration back in the kingdom was the larges the people had ever seen, when the boy returned the princess to her home he was welcomed as well, and his hounds too. The boy was given land and title and eventually, he married the young princess he had saved, and...they lived happily ever after."

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Keenan finished his story with a smile and waited to see the reactions on the faces of his listeners.
He only looked up at the dispute when he heard Serenity raise her voice. Keenan bit his lip, not sure what he could do to help. He decided to give the matter a good amount of thought.

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((I am so sorry, it wasn't supposed to be this long, but it's a good story I promise.))

 

[Oenanthe]

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• Oenanthe
• Jun 6, 2017

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Max- when a little bit drunk- had a belly shaking laugh that almost seemed to shake the walls. He was a seasoned dancer- " I had it drilled to me as the son of nobleman"- but he wasn't the most elegant. Especially not tonight where he seemed to fumble over Sul every couple of steps. It didn't seem to matter a bit though. Every misstep only made the two laugh more and by the time the music was over Max was halfway to tears.

" I don't think I want to see myself sober tomorrow. If I stop now...I won't have a hangover. But if I stop now I'll pass up my one and only opportunity to goof off like a fool in a long time." With that he summoned another drink and settled in to hear stories. Before he could sit though he heard the exchange between Serenity and Tasuki. " I'll be right back." He whispered to Sul, gently tapping him on the arm as he got up.

Walking over to Serenity he sat down next to her. " What's wrong? Was he bothering you?"

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"What!?" At Keenan's playful scolding Vunora giggled, burying her blush in her cup for another sip. " Is it not common among humans to share their cups or food freely?" It was commonplace in her clan for everyone to share everything. Drink, food, clothing, shelter, what was one was everyone. It was annoying at times, but everyone knew to hide what they did not wish to share- or hold it fast in their hands. " I wanted to see if human drinks smelled as bad as the people who made them." She stuck out her tongue like a teasing child before settling in for the story.

It wasn't all that different from the stories they would tell to children around the fires at night. Her father, in particular, was fond of telling her stories as a child of ferocious monsters. However, she greatly doubted that such stories would spook these warriors.

At least it wasn't as sad as Tasuki's, that one had almost made her cry. Poor things.

" I wish you could meet my clan, Keenan. The da'lin would love that one!" A look of sadness washed over her as the words sunk in but she buried it in her glass. By the time she lowered her drink she had forced up a glowing smile again, now was not the time to be sad. " Who's next!?"

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[stepherz345]

Ayen watched as Vunora shared her story. She was a lovely story teller and he couldn't help but be captivated. He grinned "Beautifully told!" he praised and sipped his ale. He could feel the alcohol course through his body. His normal calm and collected demeanor was now replaced with a care free happy attitude. A terrible hangover would probably await the poor elf tomorrow, but for tonight he was enjoying himself.

Then the templar stepped forward and began to share his tale. "Beautiful yet tragic. Well told Tasuki." Ayen praised and continued to sip on his ale. He chuckled as Vunora helped herself the Keenan's ale. Eventually she ordered herself one. He watched as the Inquisitor and the Qunari danced. The Qunari seemed talented while the Inquisitor was missing a step or two, thanks to the ale. Still the Inquisitor managed not to completely fall flat on his face. It was quite a see, a Qunari and the Inquisitor dance.

Then Keenan finally decided to share his story about the Mabari. Ayen listened eagerly. Once the story was over he heard a loud slap. He saw Serenity run off as Tasuki stood there. The Inquisitor ran off to comfort her. To try and keep the happy atmosphere going Ayen decided he would share his tale.

"I will share." he volunteered and cleared his throat. He stood up and used smoke from his fire magic to create the image of the Brecillian Forest.

"Long ago when there lived an elf named Zedar. He left his clan in search of a new home. Zedar traveled far and wide all over Ferelden in search. Then he found it: an empty meadow by the Brecillian Forest. There was plenty of game to hunt, the water was clean, the air was fresh, and plenty of space. He lived alone and content for years simply hunting and foraging for himself. Everyday he thanked the spirit of the forest for her generosity. He made it clear he loved the forest and respected it.

Ayen changed the smoke to show a large plain meadow with a single tent. Outside the tent loomed a spirit.

"Little did Zedar know that the sprite of the forest had always been watching him. Guiding, protecting, and observing him, for he was the only one to ever thanked her. She fell in love with him and the other sprites laughed at her. How could a spirit possibly have a life with a mere simple elven man? Using all of her power she transformed herself into a female elf. Fatigued from her transformation she crawled into Zedar's tent and fell asleep."

He manipulated the smoke to transform into the image of a female elf. With a male elf standing next to her.

Zedar returned to find a beautiful female elf in his tent. She wore a simple green dress, her skin tanned from the sun, her dark brown hair cascaded down her back. When she awoke Zedar couldn't help but stare into her eyes. For they were as rich and green as the trees. The sprite created a story, her name was Dia and she escaped the local alienage, tired of being a slave. Originally she had been looking for the Dalish. However she knew nothing of the forest let alone how to survive. Zedar decided to let her stay, teach her the ways of the forest.

Quickly the two smoke figures embrace and started to dance.

It did not take long for Zedar and "Dia" to fall in love. Sadly it did not stay that way. Zedar returned home one day to find Dia dying. She confessed the truth, she was the spirit of the forest and she had fallen in love with him. Using all her might she transformed to be with him. However someone was destroying the forest to build a castle and it was killing her. He vowed to put a stop to the destruction of the forest. That night he set out and soon found a tyrant prince and his guards.

He changed the smoke to form a small group of people, one wore a large crown on his head, the prince figure pointing at the forest. The little army headed to the trees cutting it down.

The first step he took was to set up traps. Scattering them around, to catch any who fled. Then he found death root and created a deadly poison. Once night fell Zedar went with his plan. With one swift throw he threw the poison into their fire, the poisonous fumes spreading through camp. The soldiers taken by surprise ran into the forest, trying to find the attacker. They of course fell into the traps. Only the tyrant remained who was running in circles. Zedar trapped him, bow at the ready. The tyrant pleaded for his life and Zedar did, on the promise that the Prince used his power to protect the forest. The Prince agreed and Zedar spared his life.

The smoke showed Zedar aiming his bow at the prince, then sparing his life.

When Zedar returned home the spirit was near death. Her power was weak and she could no longer keep her form. With her dying breath she created a daughter for Zedar from the wild rose bush nearby. Zedar cried in anguish as the spirit disappeared. Finally he looked down at his daughter and was instantly flooded with love. He named her Rose and treasured her above all, for Rose was the remaining piece of the spirit and their love that he could hold onto. He swore his eternal love for the forest by raising their daughter and protecting the forest from those who wanted to harm her. "

The last image Ayen showed was a rose transforming into a baby, with Zedar holding her. Finally Ayen made the smoke disappear. He finished off his ale. Overall Ayen was pleased with how his story came out. It had been ages since he shared that tale. Hopefully the others would enjoy it.

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[SilverFlight]

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Keenan considered Vunora's question. "I suppose its not unusual among friends, and we are friends now, or, I hope we are."
He laughed despite himself at Vunora's playful jab. "Now now, we can't all smell like spring fields in bloom or the forest after a rain."
Keenan imagined that he most often smelled like dog, but he kept the thought to himself.
Speaking of the mabari Keenan looked down to find her gone.
Blue had gotten up and trotted about the tavern with her nose to the ground, begging for food at every table that had it. Eventually she stopped by Numerious and butted his leg with her bullish head, pressing him for a scratch. She looked up at the mage with her soft brown eyes, her pink tongue halfway out of her mouth.

The warden's attention was drawn back with Vunora's next words and his sheepish smile returned when he was singled out specifically.
"Meeting your clan sounds wonderful, I...what's wrong?" He had caught the tail end of her saddened look and concern appeared on his face.
But she dismissed the feeling quickly and before long they were treated to one of Ayen's tales.
Keenan stole one more worried glance at the young elven maid before being pulled in by the masterful smoke weaving of the circle mage.
At one point Keenan realized he had both hands up to his mouth in anticipation and put them down in his lap again.
Keenan praised the story telling highly when it ended.
"I hope we can count on more of your tales in the future." He said with a note of admiration.

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[The Silent Z]

"The air was crisp, stars filling the sky as the silvery moon basked the trees below with a light so clean and brilliant. A soft reflection mirrored by the waters lightly flowing along a stream, waters splitting the canyon with cascading flow joint that lake below. Steps across the ground like muffled feet sounding against the rocky floor beneath thy boots. A castle perched atop a wide towering rock of earthen stand, a plate of smooth, flattened rock hosting the dark manor of ancient times."



" Trees as far as the eye can see spread throughout the land, waters beginning to rush below in pouring down flow, clouds of misty white scattered across the mountains, a thin path guiding from the castle tower down to the forests across the way. Legends of old creeping from out under the jungle floor, escaping the swaying trees as the wind ruffled and moved through the forests and all about the scene. A man so young whistling in occupying himself while seeking that takes his curiosity away, like a cat prowling for its prey, he's stalked by many eyes, thought to be the nights stars and called natures eye."

"But as time went on another would soon join him, a friend from ages it seemed ago, but eyes crept still, further in now silence they walked, unknowing of truth and what awaits, they walk once more of not twice, soon it's thought of beasts in the realm, wolves, bears, birds and big cats in the wilds protecting theirs by watching those who'd roam freely in the night,"

"A great witch said to be, And so they roam free, for now atleast, they alone are not just curious, many are said to be, including a legend thought to exist only in myth and lands far off, the deeper they crossed into the woods and wilds, however they saw and learn it was not just legend and myth. But true and beauty..."

"As smoky cloud swirls & obscures the transformation of nearing beast and whislt many eyes vanish in close, a beautiful woman forms into thee'...... Asks them of their deeds and what they seek in such moments as the sun dial told the stroke of midnights eve,"

" One with silvery white hair spoke first in elven tongue, the other also young but told of his curiosity In ancient tevene.... they both sought truth and wished not harm or to disturb, she was keen and delighted as perked smile featured upon her fair skinned face as her hair grew long and eyes turn a soft sharpened gaze toward thy pair,"


"She made each an offer and would allow visits more and more as they please, but the toll was not free......."

Numerious spoke softly but deep while his eyes seemed in loss as his mind wandered so far, telling almost to himself but loud enough to hear, a melody of words carrying in tune with the music playing off in the room of the tavern. Words aimed to carry and fashion like something more then a story but far from a true poetry. He almost didn't notice though his ears could hear others faintly amongst the bar, while feeling a head nudging in butting against his leg, his eyes looking down to see Bell with her brown eyes glancing up toward him with her tongue half way out of her mouth, she'd press him it seemed.

But all Numerious could do at first was smile and sit down upon the stool he was hovering over in lean against the bar counter. A soft chuckle escaping him as the mabari looked to him, suddenly it just felt difficult not to smile... It often did admittedly when such eyes met his own.

"I've no food dear girl, though I could spare a scratch, no?"

Numerious spoke but offering a alternative to replace any food she may like. Moving his hand down to pet and scratch behind her ears, recalling a technique that if done right seemed to delight a hound and relax. So the Tevinter mage stroke her ear gently with his hand and give her a good scratch a shot he petted the dog.

"They don't tell stories back home, it's uncommon practice amongst the Magisters, so I've no experience in storytelling and such. Deeds, power, standing and image are far more common place there, I know nothing of tales like the beautifully told stories you all shared. So I don't believe I've much to offer outside of experiences and history, some if not many personal experiences and others of history that can be traced across Thedas. Much learned about Tevinter and other lands, myths and legends. Beauty in different forms..... and the poetic encounters that with personal attempt to please ones effort to sound like a poet or just a well spoken lad from noble birth or high standing office. I've tried. Adventures, expeditions, travels through the fade and other places, even a lost empire now remembered but long forgotten like wandering without a map to guide you. As the tainted darkness looms in greater number."

Numerious spoke in truth explaining why he'd likely have nothing of interest to add. No tales like they heard and shared from their past. Though he did share without plan and barely noticing of that in which he was telling aloud, of one such experience.... a story now left in a cliff hanger.

"Hopefully Serenity is alright... But what of you, Bell? Enjoying the party are we?"

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[SerenityAngel]

Serenity snares have been shot. She had never struck Tasuki before. It felt strange and it didn't feel right. The night wind blew cool calm air across her face and it calmed her a little bit. Stars just beginning to peek out from the darkened sky. She was so disappointed in her so that she could not keep her emotions in check but he deserved that slap across the face for grabbing her like that when she was trying so hard to behave herself and not let her perfect mask slip. She had believed she had made it out without being fallowed but she was so very wrong.

Upon hearing the Inquisitor's voice she jumped a little with surprise. "Inquisitor! Y-you startled me." She said quietly as she calmed down and sattled her nerves. When he asked if she was alright and if Tasuki had bothered her she felt embarrassed and blushed because of it and turned her face away from him in shame, "I...I'm sorry, Inquisitor. I did not mean to create such a scene." she didn't know what to say after that. She didn't want to throw Tasuki under the carriage but still she didn't want to lie either. "It's....complicated...." she said finally after minutes of just thinking of something to say to explain her actions but nothing seemed to fit except that. "I was attempting to walk away before things got to that point but he would not let me and grabbed my arm. It was a reflex, to be honest. I'm sorry for ruining the party but....it's just not a situation I am accustomed to and it freaks me out. So for that and my actions I apologize."

Tasuki was so embarrassed and ashamed that he could not even look at his other companions. Instead he ordered a strong ale and just started drinking in his humiliation of being yelled at and struck by a girl almost half his size. This was not how he imagined being with Serenity again after so many years. He thought they would pick up where they left off. He thought she would be happy to see him but the reality of it was, she absolutely hated him. Her expression said everything he didn't want to hear. He listened to the other stories and could not help but smile as they made him feel a bit better. At least it was enough to get his mind off the incident and the drink helped to further lose himself. His true self slowly being let out. His smile now long gone. His golden eyes growing a bit darker to a deep honey color and the tension in his body ebbed and he relaxed.

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