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||Evelyn Faux||

Evelyn’s slender fingers glided the feather quill over her desk. A letter to be returned to Orlais. A former partner of hers relaying some rather unfortunate news. It would seem a game she had no knowledge of had begun to take place in her absence. One that she too was a part of - though this was the first she was hearing of it.

It was troublesome.

But fretting over such dilemmas with no details would only make the situation worse. Until then, she would have to merely wait. However, for the time being, it would seem her intuitions of having a target on her back were proved true. This would only cause her to be more on edge than usual. For the meanwhile, this would have to be kept quiet. There was no need to cause alarm among the rest of the group - though it would seem this caused her trust to decrease as her suspicions grew.

What if it were that someone at Skyhold was watching her?

Rolling up the letter, she attached it to the crow’s leg before ushering it off. She watched it with a leery gaze; flying up against the moonlight. A breathy sigh left her as she closed the window and continued to get ready for the evening.

With the news she’d received, she felt it best to wait before heading to the tavern. Her nerves seemingly on end, she didn’t wish to intrude on anyone’s evening. For it was her concern and hers alone. However, should there be wandering eyes, she didn’t want to give off the impression she was indeed startled.

Too much could be given away with a single glance.

Down the stairs and towards the Herald’s Rest she made her way. Her cerulean gaze fell on the Inquisitor and Serenity just outside. Once again, she seemed disturbed. Evelyn stopped in her footsteps for a moment, watching the two interact. Once it seemed the Inquisitor had a handle on the situation, Evelyn once again took her leave.

Opening the wooden door to the tavern, the scent of ale was quick to welcome her. Not exactly her choice in alcohol, but if it were all there was to offer, it would suffice. The music of the bard played as they played their lute, a warm fire was lit, and a plethora of games was being played; be it drinking or cards. Her eyes landed on her companions. Placing her hands in her lap, she made her way over to the group;

“Hello.” she greeted with a warm smile, one that easily hid her own woes.

Kyra scrunched her nose to the blonde Orlesian, “Fashionably late?” she seemed to presume with a slight slur of her voice.

Evelyn chuckled lightly, “As always. I do hope everyone is fairing well?” Seeing a seat beside Numerous, she sat crossing her legs over the other. She’d noticed a deck of cards, ones that seemed to be abandoned some time ago. “Wicked Grace and stories, I take it?”

||Kyra Jerriken||

The stable boy drunkenly dropped the pouch of gold into the Avvar woman’s hand. A victorious smirk plastered across her face as Delan chuckled beside her, taking another sip of his ale. Attaching the bag to her belt she looked over the group seeing them surrounding the fire. It’d almost reminded her of home.

When the Warden asked Kyra for a story - she merely tucked her chin in the gap of her arms that wrapped around her knees. A heat grew in her cheeks feeling rather embarrassed. It wasn’t normal for people to ask of her culture - let alone stories. Much like Vunora, it was lore. If he wished, she could tell the story of Sigfrost the Great Beat and the lost girl - however, in her drunken stupor she felt she wouldn’t be able to tell it how it was to be told.

It would be a mockery.

Vunora spoke of fire twirling. Something she’d given a try when she was a young girl herself. Where she wasn’t as gifted as to set her whole tribe ablaze, it was safe to say she hadn’t been graceful. During ceremonies, it was something they would do in celebrations. As such with weddings. The wife would do a ceremonial dance - something that was to express the sanctity of the marriage. Some were beautiful and others were a test to try the soon to be husband’s patience and commitment.

Some people may have wound up on fire.

Everyone gathered around the fire to tell stories - as what they were doing. She’d moved over listening as best she could. Some of the words were drowned out by the music of the bard. However, things grew eerily quiet when the Ice Mage shouted at the Templar. Her glazed gaze glanced up to see him grabbing her wrist. She was quick to draw back her arm; a rather hate filled look cast in her eyes as she stormed out.

Soon after Serenity stormed out, her eyes watched as the Inquisitor chased after her; leaving his Qunari dance partner. Watching the red-haired male make his way over to the bar, Kyra’s eyes watched him. Delan noticed this, gently smacking her against her thigh. Ignoring him, she stood to confront the male. The Dwarf let out a sigh before being mauled by Nibblet, causing him to stumble backward. The nug being anxious and in search of food.

Coming up beside the Templar, Kyra plopped down beside him. The stool wobbling slightly, though she seemed unphased by the sudden movement. As the ground felt as if it were moving under her. The alcohol from earlier finally catching up with him. She twisted her waist to face him, elbow resting on the tabletop to support her head. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him take a sip of his ale;

“You want to talk about it?” she asked rather bluntly, if not slurred. Of course, she could still be understood, but it was easy to see that the liquor was starting to kick in. She would often become more playful and open when drunk - something that Delan said he preferred. She was ‘more fun’ drunk - as he simply put it. Which she often found offensive. But she usually forgot it the next morning.
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[Oenanthe]

The evening passed with relative ease. Max spoke with Serenity about this and that, touching on nothing too deep as he hoped to lift the girl's spirits and keep her company. Too often was she an outlier on their conversations and he wanted her to feel more included. After chatting with her, he fulfilled his promise and returned to Sul for the last few moments of the evenings as everyone began to bumble back to their rooms.

Vunora wanted to tell Keenan but, well.. she wasn't even sure what she would say. Even she didn't totally comprehend why she was feeling so uneasy about things. Despite her discomfort, she stayed by him most the night and shifted between chatting with Ayen, listening to stories, and petting Blue. She almost fell asleep right there in her seat, but somehow managed to make her way back to her room.

Morning was not particularly easy on anyone, but eventually, all had risen to see to their duties. Max had settled in behind his desk and began to sort his mail when suddenly a letter caught his eye. Its parchment was fine and a sigil was dropped upon the paper in red wax to seal it. It had been a long time since a letter so crafted had made its way onto his desk.

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Inquisitor Trevelyan,

Word of your Inquisition becoming the center of a great alliance has spread far and wide.
I hear even one of our own, a man by the name of Alessandro, was appointed to your company
by my predecessor. Summerday fast approaches and as tradition in my kingdom,
a great festival will be held all throughout our great capital of Antiva City.
As the new ruler of Antiva, I would like to extend a warm welcome to yourself
and those of the Inquisition.​

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~Queen Marie of Antiva
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Location- Antiva City, Antiva
Weather - Clear Skies, Humid
Time - 6:00PM/ Summer's Day 9:45
Objective - Attend Queen Marie's Ball

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Those of the Inquisition had arrived in the exotic streets of Antiva to the smell of sweet drinks and smoked fish. Flowers petals floated on the waves of music that filled the air from lofty fiddlers and impassioned flutist. Men, women, and children had flooded the streets to celebrate the coming of summer illuminated by the full moon and the stars both above and below- in the form of glittering lanterns and candles.

There was no time to enjoy the festivities of the night quite yet though as they were led from their ferry in the docks, all the way up to the great castle. It looked more like a glowing cathedral than the hard bastilles of Ferelden. The walls were made of a beautiful cream stucco that appeared gold in the moonlight and the red tile rooves added a dazzling amount of vibrancy and flair that seemed to be on fire with the heat of summer.

They were lead by an Antivan in a flowing black cloak to a nearby villa in which they were to be taking up residency as the guest of honor. It contained a main common room as well as two wings of bedrooms and a bathhouse in the back garden. Before allowing people to split to their respective rooms to dress Max addressed the group.

"Alright everyone, I know Antiva is...not Ferelden, but please do your best to make yourselves at home and enjoy the night. This is a diplomatic venture and so I expect you all to understand the weight on how this goes. Now, in your rooms you should all find outfits for you commissioned by the Queen and sewed by one of the finest local tailors under the instructions to make an Antivan garb with flairs from each of your respective backgrounds. Please show the Queen gratitude for all of the hospitality should you meet her.

Now if you will, please change with haste we only have so much time before we are expected to be arriving at the ball and fashionably late only applies if you're a local, or in Orlais."


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Ayen enjoyed chatting with Keenan and Vunora. Hopefully the unpleasantries between Tasuki and Serenity would simmer down with a night of rest and with the Inquisitor lending an ear. After sometime Ayen realized it was very late and he was exhausted. He bid his comrades a goodnight and headed to his room. With the long day mixed with good ale and good company, it didn't take long for Ayen to fall asleep.

This day had also been long, but no where near over. They had traveled all the way to Antiva to meet the Queen. Quiet the honor bestowed upon them. Meeting royalty usually rattled his nerves. However as long as he remained calm and collected he would be fine. Plus the Queen probably wanted to speak the Inquisitor more so than him.

When they arrived in Antiva Ayen admired the beauty of the city. The smell of the air was sweet thanks to the flower petals and sweet wine. The streets were crowded with people as they were celebrating the festival. They approached the villa and Max addressed them about how the Queen picked an outfit for them specifically. Ayen was impressed that someone of royalty would take the time and effort to create an outfit for each individual. Far different from other royals.

Ayen was absolute on not being late. He already made that mistake once. Quickly he found his room and looked at his clothes. His shirt was a deep ruby red, the gold buttons glistened in the light. As he put it on he felt the smooth material gently hug his torso. On the cuffs he noticed a small flame designed into it. He chucked at the small quirk. Clearly they based his clothing on his fire magic. He rather enjoyed it. The shirt was paired with a simple pair of black pants and freshly cleaned black shoes. A simple yet regal outfit.

Pleased with how he looked he stepped out of his room. Now the only questioned remained, were they suppose all suppose to arrive together as a big group or just come when they were ready? He decided he would head the to castle, but wait in the courtyard for his comrades. That way he was nearby and wouldn't be late, but he wouldn't be standing alone awkwardly. He enjoyed the gardens and the beautiful flowers in bloom as he waited.

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• Jun 6, 2017

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Max wasn't a huge fan of Antiva, but it was always better than Orlais. In Antiva assassins just killed you, in Orlais it was your fiance's mother twice removed because you only complimented her shoes twice and that was code that you were going to overthrow their power...or something. However, there was something that Orlais and Antiva were equally hated on in Max's eyes.

The. Clothes. Were. Awful.

Adjusting his collar to remove it as far from the level of choking as he could, he took as long as possible before he emerged. Andraste's ass... he only could imagine how much the other warriors such as Keenan or Valerie were suffering. He hoped they felt as silly as he did.

Eventually he forced himself to walk outside and wait in the courtyard. Shoving his hands in his ruffled pockets he plopped down on a bench. " Oh Ambassador Ayen, I'm sorry I didn't see you there." Truthfully he was looking at the ground like a little boy being dragged to sunday mass at the Chantry. "Do they have events like this in the Circles?"
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Vunora was in absolute awe and reverence. The sights! The sounds! The music! The people! Her heart was alive with joy, and her eyes were as wide as the moon as she walked through the streets. She wanted to look at everything! Taste everything! Talk to everyone! It was awe inspiring like dancing on a cloud. This clan was so big! She was practically dizzy with glee.

Everything was so ...strange. There wasn't a thing that didn't excite her, but...well...the dress did stump her. So many laces and ribbons and buttons and parts! Why did the shoes have buttons? They were so small, they kept slipping? And what was the black thing for with all the clips, it seemed to lace up the back. It didn't fit her leg, but it was too small for her waist unless she really squeezed. Eventually, she gave up.

Wrapping the skirt around her torso to cover her she grabbed up the millions of pieces to her ensemble and trotted down the hall naked until she found Evelyn's room. Knocking quietly she cracked the door. " Miss Evelyn?" Slipping inside she laughed. " Could you please help me get my dress on? I'm totally lost."
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[SilverFlight]

Keenan was surprised. The surprise lasted throughout the morning, when they prepared to leave, and lasted the many days journey until they arrived in the bustling port town, where the streets buzzed even at night and the sweet, spicy scents were absolutely alien to him. This whole venture had an alien quality that filled him with anticipation. Keenan was no noble, he'd never set foot near the Fereldan court, let alone something as exotic and dangerous as Antiva.
Everywhere he looked the customs and culture were lost on him, at the same time however he was absolutely mesmerized by the extravagance of it.
Everything seemed over the top. Fountains and gardens, patios covered with vines of wisteria and twining rose, lemon and orange trees whose foliage was clipped into round balls. The people glittered, just like the fixtures on every house. If the fabric wasn't silk it was velvet or lace.
On almost every bare wall frescoes were painted, depicting gallant heroes or animated hunts.
If Keenan thought the town was extravagant, it was nothing compared to the palace. He had no words to describe it.
The room was equally as large and unnecessary with gold and blue covers on the massive, four poster bed. The pillows were so plush Keenan felt he would drown in them and every inch of the mahogany wood floor was covered in lush carpets. If Keenan thought this was excessive, his mind failed to comprehend the outfit that had been provided for him.
The doublet was of a blue fabric with diamond-like shapes that became more intricate as one focused on them, and held a sheen that caught the light at every angle. There were no trousers, but a thin, stretchy fabric leggings in darker blue that disappeared into the most disastrously puffy shorts that Keenan had ever seen. They looked as if they had just been made of several strips of gold fabric, haphazardly sewn over more blue. The hat was tall and had several over-sized feathers embedded in it just above the rim.
Keenan threw the hat under the bed, trying to look as innocent as possible when the attendant that came to help him inquired as to its whereabouts.
The final piece, once Keenan had struggled into the hideous outfit was a half-shoulder cape, blue and velvet that bore an elegant rampant griffin, embroidered in gold and silver thread. They had also braided his mess of hair and tied it up with a blue silk ribbon. For Blue there had been fashioned an enormously-thick leather collar, studded with silver beads. The tag was a griffin of silver that matched the one on Keenan's cape. For the purpose of appearance, and to keep the dog under control the attendant insisted that Keenan hold the mabari on a leash.

Keenan tramped miserably into the garden to where the others were standing, Blue, equally miserable at being confined, trailing him. Thanks to the ridiculous pants, he could not sit and so stood, with arms crossed staring irritably into a swan-shaped fountain. He didn't even realize that together with Blue, he cut a strikingly noble figure.
Catching sight of the inquisitor he tightened his lips. Keenan was never one to complain, no matter the task, however within present circumstances he felt he must voice his feelings.
"Inquisitor, I have no issue with dragons, darkspawn, trolls, giants, spirits and the like. I would fight every bear in the hinterlands if you willed it but THIS....this is the worst task you could have ever devised. I feel like a bloody peacock."

Spoiler: The warden's new clothes..and probably his expression too...

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||Evelyn Faux||

Antiva was nothing new to Evelyn. In fact, she was sure she had several contacts from within the capital. She had to admit, it was almost like being home in Orlais - as far as the clothing and vineyards; though Antiva was known for it’s wine and among other things. Crows and bards, two in the same nearly. A queen and empress, but she couldn’t say she was familiar with the Queen herself. Though she appeared to be highly regarded and praised by many. Trade was even bolstering. Then of course how they lavished in festivities such as ball’s and festivals; she’d ‘peaked’ someone’s interest twice while perusing the market place to put it playfully. Both Orlais and Antiva shared many characteristics. Though the culture within itself was different, there were aspects between the two that were uncanny.

However, it seemed their smallest differences were their greatest.

Evelyn stood within her room, giving her gown it’s final touches. Her thin brows knitted together as she stared at herself in the full length mirror. The dress seemed to hug every curve perfectly, especially in her waist. Something she was use to with the style of clothing in Orlais. Still, red was definitely not her color. If anything, she felt it made her more pale. She’d give anything to have a mask to wear in that moment. However, that would likely make her stand out more, if it were even possible.

Her fingers idly played with the ruby that hung from her slender neck, laying comfortably center of her chest. With matching earrings she felt weighing just over her shoulders. She moved the length of the dress to expose her feet; the sandals having a rather sharp incline in the heels. Nothing she couldn’t handle - yet she feared snapping one of them should she need to run. Honestly she’d preferred to be barefoot.

A delicate knock caught her attention. Turning about, she saw Vunora’s flustered face; cheeks seeming to be flush, hair tousled about her face and - her dress, in pieces and using it to shield herself as she slid into the room;

“Oh darling,” Evelyn covered her mouth to stifle her giggles, “It is a lot of clothing, even I’ll admit. Come here.” the blonde female ushered the Dalish woman over in front of her mirror. “Now let’s see. Ah - give me these.” she insisted, taking the loose tanglements of her garments she carried in her hands. “Here we go - I’ll lift this piece and you suck in as much as you can. You’re small enough as it is, it should glide on like so - “ Evelyn grabbed the back of the dress and the shoulders, giving it a quick tug; careful not to accidentally expose Vunora. It seemed rather tight - but thus were most gowns and fancy attire altogether.

“Lift your arms,” she commanded, taking the corset and wrapping it around her torso, “This is going to squeeze a bit, you say when it’s just right." Evelyn smile taking the two strands in hand, knitting them through the holes of the corset. Readying to pull the strands once they were laced through properly. Carefully she began to pull the strings back, “You do want to make sure you can at least breathe.”
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[SerenityAngel]

There was a subtle calm to the conversation Serenity had with Max. He wasn't scorning her or shouting at her or even berating her. He spoke to her calmly and even changed the subject and even let her breathe and even relax a little. She didn't quite open up to him but she did talk to him and let her guard down a little, mostly because of his high rank and she didn't want to offend him but he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. It wasn't something she was expecting. After a little while of talking he left her to think and instead of going back inside and unsettling things she went up to her room to rest for the night.

When morning came Serenity was up bright and early as usual. Since she didn't drink anything last night her morning routine was unhindered and she dressed and packed for a long trip. She had everything she needed and left very few things behind. She was not excited nor did she look forward to the trip to Antiva. It was just another place with stuffy, high-class nobles putting on fake smiles while they plot to kill one another or improve their own station. She would have to keep her guard up even more in that place. It was going to be just another day at home she guessed. She sighed as she looked at her dress and oh she loathed it. The colors were nice and the fabric divine but she just hated wearing so much. It was so heavy and uncomfortable inside those dresses, no matter how beautiful they were. She took another deep breath before slipping on the dress and expertly fastening the buttons and tying the ribbon in the front. Now the head piece was going to be a pain in the rear end especially with the sleeves that restricted her movement.

It took a while but she finally finished getting her long golden hair into the hair piece. It was not a very comfortable thing to wear but it was the style in Antiva and apparently she had to blend in with them so she would not insult them. Once again she was forced to play a part. She came down and the train of the dress fallowed her. She looked beautiful but she felt so very uncomfortable, like she was back at home. This was going to be a long trip. She just knew it. The attention to detail put in to the dress was amazing. The golden embroidery on the blue satin. The delicate trim green and pale blue at the hem of the white underskirt was just delicious and the sleeves flared out as if it were frozen fire. It almost looked as if she could be from Antiva herself rather than from Rivain. "Why must Antivan and Orlisian clothes be so heavy and elaborate?" She asked a bit exasperated. When she saw Tasuki she had to stifle a giggle. To her, he honestly looked silly and she knew he could hear her but still.

He continued to drink more and more alcohol to try and delude himself and make himself feel better. He had never fought with Serenity like this. She had never hated him like this before. It threw him off and made him question his decisions. When he was joined by Kyra his face didn't brighten up as it would have normally. His cheeks almost as red as his hair and eyes burned as if they were glowing embers. When she asked if he wanted to talk about it he debated the thought for a few minutes. The Avaar girl didn't seem all that sober at the moment and probably wouldn't remember a word he spoke after tonight so he didn't see any harm in talking to her about it. "It's Serenity. She hates me. No, she despises me, and I have no idea why. I don't know what it is I did that made her hate me so. I mean, I just did what I thought would be best and let her go on her own. She couldn't take care of a sick man on his death bed and have his death on her hands. I mean, what kind of friend would I be if I let her feel that?" he asked her and spilled his guts to the woman.

He gently ruffled his bright red hair as if to try and shake off some dusty thoughts that he didn't want to think about. "I just wanted to talk to her and she treats me like an enemy. I don't understand. I mean, you've seen how she dresses and how she plays music. She obviously found a way to get a good reputation or found a way to get a lot of money and get a good life for herself yet she still seems unhappy. I mean, if anything, she should be thanking me for leaving her to find her way. I can't believe she's being such a brat like this. She even used her magic against me when she hit me. What kind of friend does that?" Tasuki's anger was starting to peek it's head out from the dark shadows of his mind as the alcohol seeped into his blood and blurred his mind and wavered his restraint and control.

After the night dragged on and Tasuki drank more than his share, he went to bed though he had no idea how he made it there without any problems. Morning came and struck his eyes with a painful sting, causing him to groan and whine about his head throbbing and how morning was evil and should be put to death. However he knew he had to get up and so he did with a pounding headache. He realized he had to leave with the others and his cloths were not really negotiable. He looked at his outfit and dreaded wearing the frilly thing. "No....no way....can't I just wear my Templar armor?" he asked and whined more but eventually he put it on and sighed. At least he could be happy about one thing, because of his height and build he didn't have to wear the puffy pants like the others did but he still felt like a dandy in the red clothes he now wore. "Someone kill me now." he asked as he came down and almost cried as he stood there in his dapper outfit. "I swear if anyone laughs I'll cut you down." he said blushing because he felt so constricted in his clothes but at least they didn't do to bad of a job. Now his biggest problem was going to be if people wanted to ask him to dance.

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Alessandro
Time: Day
Place: Antiva
Characters: Everyone
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Spoiler: Conversation in Miranda's room before going to Antiva

As Miranda was informed about the fact that her sister sent the Inquisitor an invitation to Antiva, she was more than eager to return to her homeland. She already knew her sister enough to understand this's one of her sister plan and it's certainly going to hurt everyone near her, Sandro or even the Inquisitor. She felt like she need to be there more than anybody.

"- I want to go Sandro! I cant stay here!"

"- It's VERY dangerous, my princess."

Sandro stressed his voice to princess Miri.

"- So what ?! If I stay here hiding, you think you and the Inquisitor would be safe, she would sent an army of assassins for your life. It's me that she wants! If she knows that I go, she won't harm anyone."

"- And you still want to go despite knowing that you won't be safe ?!"

"- Of course! Last time I check, I'm still the princess and you're my guardian!"

"- Very well..."

After their discussion, Sandro, again his will, had to took princess with the group to the trip to Antiva. As he did so, his mind spread at ten different directions when they headed to Antiva City. He couldn't be at peace, knowing this was merely a trap. In his head, countless of ideas on how they would be attacked, and more important that how he's gonna keep Miranda safe. He couldn't just ask the Inquisitor to not coming to Antiva, but what he could only do what he does best, preparing for the worst.

The ship finally arrived their destination, Sandro's home town, the capital of assassination in all Thedas, Antiva City. Sandro walked off the ship with his companions and took a deep breath into his lung, the smell of the sea and the sight of Rialto bay. Everything brought him back to 5 years ago, when he took Miri away from this country and into Skyhold.

They were quite lucky that it's not raining when they arrived. This place was known to be either red hot from the sun or raining most of the time. Unlike now, fine weather along with a clear sight of the blue sky... Just like her Queen, Antiva city was not showing her true color today to her guests.

"- Keep your distance with the local... Some are very nice, some... they don't even need to touch you to get to your pouch."

Sandro told the Inquisitors and his companions when they followed him into the land. Miri chuckled as she understood what her royal protector talked about. It's true, in Antiva City once there was a criminal who used a pair of chopsticks to pickpocket people in Antiva City. But luckily, they walked the street and entered the villa without anyone approaching them.

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Princess Miranda
Time: Day
Place: Antiva City
Characters: Everyone

Princess Miranda was walking alone to the courtyard as she saw the Inquisitors and his companions were all dressed and ready. When she saw the Inquisitor, she couldn't help herself, she tried to cover her mouth but couldn't resist the sight.

"- Oh Inquisitor!" - She tried to hold her laugh "- You and Warden Keenan fit greatly in Antiva fashion! You guys would've been amazing in 9:30 Antivan noble collection! Our royal tailors would've love to have you for their designs."

Finally, couldn't hold herself, Miri burst out to laugh at the sight of the Inquisitor Max and the Warden Keenan in Antivan noble clothes. It's been a long long time since she could laugh like that. The sight of two big, muscled man failed to put in on their clothes for a noble events was incredibly humorous.

"- Though Sandro would be better in these... I admit." - She giggled while walking toward Maxim and Keenan - "- I remembered when Sandro was in his noble outfit, walked behind my mother, my sister and me into the Golden Plaza, here in Antiva City. He wasn't as huge as you two, maybe that's how he fit in those outfit better. He didn't have that scar back then, he was like a knight to our family, not a spy..."

Miri talked while she tried to adjusting Maxim and Keenan outfit to look better. The memory came back to her as she saw the male noble outfit. It was a time of joy in her life, with her sister and mother loved her and the royal protector shielded her, when she didn't have to run away from her own home.

"- Anyway. I'm here to say that Sandro won't be with you in the Royal palace. He said that he will be watching "from a safe distant" - She said while making a sarcastic gesture toward Alessandro's meaning - "Instead, I'll be with you in there."

 

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• Oenanthe
• Jun 6, 2017

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"Keenan- Keenan, I know. I know." Max laughed holding up his hands in protest. " Just be grateful Blue's even allowed to come. There was some resistance to a mabari in the city, but they eventually agreed because of the...novelty. I was insulted they would speak of a mabari like an exotic trinket but if it got her in, I didn't correct them." Rubbing his temple he stood once more if only to pace a bit and stretch his absurd clothing.

" Oh mah vehnan!" Vunora sighed, obeying Evelyn's every order as she helped her dress. How did anyone manage this on her own!? She had spent a good twenty minutes just tangling herself in clothing and now Eve was sinching her up like it was nothing. "Ah! By the Dread WOLF!" Grabbing onto the nearby chair she had to brace herself to keep from being pulled over. Even when Evelyn insisted it was perfectly done, Vunora felt like she was going to faint. Eventually, though she clicked her way in unsteady heels in the direction of the garden with Eve.

" Miss Miranda- Please." Max was going to greet her before the woman started to giggle at the three warriors stretching their velvet seams. Groaning he rolled his eyes and let out a stifled chuckle. " No, I know why Sandro is staying out of this. Quiet spies get different outfits." Damn weasel.

" Ah, Lady Evelyn, Vunora!" Eager to change the subject he gave them a small experimental bow, only to rise and see Vunora holding her waist giving a delicate giggle. No doubt she couldn't get enough air to laugh.
" Sorry, I had to get Evelyn to help me figure out this ....garb. If I faint, please just leave me there, I'd love to lay down right now."
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"Ah, princess." Keenan said sweetly, the hint of playful sarcasm evident. "Your laughter inspires such confidence, I feel yards better now."
When told of Sandro's absence he leaned over to Max and asked half-seriously: "why was I not informed there was another option?"
Blue strained on the end of her leash and looked up at Keenan forlornly. The warden's heart went out to the poor dog. For all her life Keenan had never put her on a rope before, the practice was foreign to them both.
He heard Tasuki's comment and gave the Templar a hard look, "only if you kill me first," he replied darkly.
Evelyn and Vunora appeared, just after Serenity and Keenan, half focused, looked up quickly then returned to his dog, only to do a double take and straighten up.
The girls were stunning in their evening ballgowns and Keenan felt his words leave him as they approached. Seeing how elegant they looked made him feel all the more foolish in his new attire.
"Vunora," He greeted her first, pulling at the uncomfortable high-collar of the doublet. "You look...beautiful. Well, I mean, you always look beautiful...but, i-in the dress...it suits you...and..." he stuttered, then sighed. "And now I sound like as much of an ass as I look. I beg your pardon."
Blue whined, and the pantaloons itched and Keenan wished to the maker on high he could disappear back to Skyhold.
"What are we supposed to do here?" He asked in earnest. "If it's what I imagine then its all idle gossip, politics and tiny cakes, all of which lie far far outside my expertise."

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A large smile spread across Sul's face as Max gave out a laugh, laughing himself but much more sober,"Do as you will just get to your chambers safe tonight you party animal. ".
As the Inquisitor lowered his head to whisper a dismissal, he dipped his head and outstreched his hands slightly in a bow, silently understanding that he needed to pull away. Straightening up he watched him walk over to a woman who he believed was named 'Serenity'. She was quite a pretty woman even though she looked a bit heated with anger. Exhaling he looked to the others that had grouped up, seeming to tell stories to one another.
Making his way smoothly to his pipe and glass that were waiting for him, he had the barmaid fill it with a fine, dry red wine. Downing the drink he exhaled and ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes and exhaling.
/I'd love a bath./
Soon the festivities had closed and all had gone to their rooms where he got his nice warm bath with scented oils and sleep upon his crisp sheets.
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Walking behind the rest of the Inquisition due to his height, Sul looked around in a curious manner. Admiring the buildings and roads, he was surprised on how the outfits looked. Was the intention to look like you had massive buttocks and thighs? Well... that was attractive in a sorts but this was outrageous.
Listening closely to Max, he peered into his room and strode in, the length of fabric he let fall from his hands fell onto the floor before he closed the door and stripped, excited to get a new garb.
/Please don't have puffy pants. For love of the gods./
Pulling away the partition screen was a sleek leather worked jacket and black pants. A sigh of relief came across him, his head bowing down and tendrils of hair falling over his shoulders. He wasn't terribly fond of the lack of color but to be fair, the commissioned tailors probably were given a brief statement of 'Make it look like something a Qunari would wear'. Qunari were scary people sometimes, almost looking demonic, how could you put a massive dragon blooded being in bloomers?

Getting dressed and braiding his hair into a massive braid, he did a finishing touch of a black leather band tying off his hair and going across his forehead like a barbarian headband but sleeker.
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Instant regret. Every movement was accompanied by a dull leather creak as his arms swayed forward and back as he walked. Not even at the party yet and he was baking.
/City is known for it's wine and leatherworks, but not for breath ability. Least I don't have a corset...oh hell./ placing a hand on his stomach he inhaled sharply and held it for a few moments with his chest puffed out to attempt to stretch the garment just a little so he could bend over.
Exiting and into the courtyard he exhaled loudly, letting his shoulders drop and his eyes closed. See if you feel tight for awhile and release, the less tight stance is much better in comparison.

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Ayen turned to see the Inquisitor in his attire. Clearly the Queen had something against the poor man, his outfit was ridiculous. Of course he wouldn't dream of making fun of him. Not here anyway. "No we didn't do anything like this in the Circle. It's quiet a site to see and very different what I'm use to. I'll do my best to not stand out." Ayen replied.

Then Keenan approached them. It took all of Ayen's willpower and strength to not laugh at the man. He did indeed look like a peacock. Clearly Antiva knew nothing of the Grey Wardens. Ayen considered himself lucky. The tailors must've been so busy preparing these "unique" clothes his must've been last. It seemed as if standing out was the goal, so the clothes got more grand and ridiculous.

A woman approached and immediately laughed at them. She was the spy masters replacement for the party. It made sense, he would probably be somewhere in the shadows keeping an eye on them. That little fact made Ayen feel at ease. Still he would be on the look out for any odd behavior. His main goal was to blend in and not bring attention to himself.

Vunora and Evelyn appeared in their gowns. "Ladies you look beautiful." he complimented. Soon they were joined by Tasuki, Serenity, and Sul. Primarily the men complaining of the look and poor Vunora not being able to breath. "Shall we go inside? The sooner we do the sooner we complete our objective and you can get out of your......attire." Ayen said.

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"Sir Keenen," Vunora blushed a little and looked away from him trying to contain her snicker. " Fenedhis, I'm not going to make it through tonight." He looked utterly absurd, but of course, she couldn't tell him that, instead she just smiled. And Blue. Oh the poor da'lin. " Its not too late to leave Blue here you know, she shouldn't have to suffer with us." If it made him feel any better, there wasn't a man here who didn't look absurd. As if to prove her point, Sul squeaked up soon after in a full leather ensemble. Elgar'nan, the night had just begun.

Looking over at Ayen she shook her head. " My lenalin would burst his belly laughing at me in this."

" I know these outfits are... a disaster, but be grateful for them. We'd feel even more uncomfortable if we were vastly misdressed for the occasion."

Max had a point and Vunora nodded, giving an experimental twirl in her dress. She almost fell when her heel caught a cravas but Max caught her by the arm.

" Oh no, I'm not letting you injure yourself to get out of this."
"What!? No I wasn't trying to hurt myself, I'm just... Antiva is wonderful! I'm so excited! I wish we could go down into the city. Perhaps we should do that later?"
" I'm afraid that would be uncouth."
"Why?"
"Because the upper class and lower class do not mingle."
"Why not? And besides I'm not upper class."

Vunora was entirely confused by the whole ordeal and it was obvious she didn't know the first thing about society in a royal setting.
" Well, what if I just went alone?"
"No! Makers Breath no! If you have to go anywhere at all you find me, Sul, Ayen, Tasuki, Keenan, or any of the guys. In Antiva women are regarded to be very delicate creatures, and agree with it or not, it would make us look like heathens if you were ever caught without a man nearby."
"But thats-!"
"Vunora, please."

Sighing Max walked over to Evelyn and Serenity, both being ladies of court. " Please, one of you keep an eye cracked and on her." Vunora had a good heart but she was so vastly out of place in a noble setting. She lacked any training in such affairs. Even warriors like Tasuki and Keenan had been trained by the Chantry in basic etiquette.
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Ayen chuckled "So would mine. These clothes are merely for show, no practical use. Don't worry we won't have to wear them frequently. If we're lucky only tonight." Ayen explained. He saw Vunora look defeated by the Inquisitor explaining she couldn't go into the town, let alone by herself. He approached her again wanting to help her try and understand the strange class system to her. Ayen remembered being confused when he was learning the customs of humans.

"Maybe I can help Arani. The Inquisitor is an upper class man and since we are with him, we will be treated as upper class too. Humans that are considered upper class avoid lower class humans because they feel superior. Gold is power to humans. They more gold you have the better you are. It is not a fair system and I do not agree with it. However since we are in the company of high class people we must play by their rules for now. " Ayen explained, his voice low so no one could overhear their conversation.

He cleared his throat and continued. "Also women who are upper class are seen as blar. Ina'lan'ehn an tune. Males feel the need to protect them. So women must go escorted with a man. Men who don't protect women are scolded. Antiva is very beautiful but can be dangerous too. They are known for their assassins and thieves. It is not safe for your anyone to be out on their own at night." Ayen concluded.

"If time permits it then maybe tomorrow we can go into the city as a group. Go to the market and buy more supplies. Of course we will need the Inquisitor's permission first. I know it's all very confusing, but on the bright side I believe these balls have dancing, music, and alcohol. So it may be similar to last night." Ayen added and smiled.

He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I know you probably have many more questions but tonight let us laugh at samahlas julathe, and enjoy what the night brings us. I will be by your side along with everyone else, answering any questions you may have." Ayen said hoping he had cleared up some confusion and made her feel better about the situation.

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||Evelyn Faux||

The Orlesian gave a quick curtsy in response to Ayen’s compliment. Honestly, she felt slightly out of place; but merely out on the aspect of she wasn’t sure what they were walking into. Assurance would be nice, but she trusted the Inquisitor. He wouldn’t blindly lead them into danger without informing thus far.

As Serenity approached Evelyn flashed her a warm smile, “You look lovely Serenity.” as she seemed to condemn the fashion sense. “I prefer the ‘fitted’ dresses myself. I’ve always felt it more suitable for the monarchy to wear the frills and ruffles - more eyes on them. But thus is fashion I suppose. Maybe it’s like art? Eye of the beholder?” she laced her fingers together in her lap. Her eyes landing on Tasuki, she chuckled to herself beside the Ice Mage.

Evelyn watched Vunora with kind eyes as she was eager of how ‘their’ society worked. It was refreshing to see such curiosity. Where she did believe there was boundaries and courtesy that were to be heeded, she didn’t believe Vunora to be trouble. Though she did believe that such curiosities would bring danger to her. Max was right about the dangers that lurked around the corners and hid in the shadows.

It reminded her too much of home.

“I will do what I can for Vunora, Inquisitor. But I believe Ayen would be more beneficial,” she continued, “He’s well versed and it’s likely more comforting to come from him. But should you need me Vunora, I will help. If you’d like to explore later. I’m sure we can take a stroll making sure not to stray too far from the palace.”

The idea of women being docile delicate creatures was laughable to Evelyn. Such as it were in Orlais. But most women had learned to use such doubt to their advantage. Playing the damsel in distress was a quick slide of the hand. Most men were easily captivated by the single bat of a teary eye; they don’t notice that the jeopardy they are truly in.

||Kyra Jerriken||

The morning came all too soon for the Avvar woman. Her eyes groggily fluttered opened, blurred before focusing on the room that was assigned to her and Delan. She groaned, scratching the matted locks that were her hair. The sunlight was not welcoming that morning as it nearly blinded her, bringing on a headache that was stronger than Hakkon.

And thus began to journey to Antiva.

This was a first for Kyra. Delan decided to stay behind against Kyra’s pleas. It had been some time since the two were separated. It was an odd sensation not having him beside her. Even more so being in a place so foreign to her. It was, to say the least, she was on edge. As was seen when she had been approached by a merchant who so casually made the mistake of placing a hand on her shoulder.

He’d been nearly two steps from having his face altered by her spear.

Needless to say, he was quick to gather his items and move his booth elsewhere away from the docks. The wide eyes that watched in awe rather than concern were quick to turn their gaze away once Kyra turned back on her heels. This was going to be a far more difficult quest than she’d originally thought.

And it was only going to go downhill from there.

Seeing the group just outside in in the courtyard from where they would be residing in the meanwhile, the brunette staggered up; not particularly enjoying the feeling of the slides between her toes. She gripped to herself holding her dress tightly between her fingers. So much so her knuckles had begun to turn white, though the evidence blush across the apples of her cheeks saw it was a mixture of embarrassment and irritation.

“This has got to be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever been in.” Kyra threw the ends of her dress down, folding her arms over her chest. But quickly adjusted them to be below her bosom, and moved them back again. The corset pressed her chest down and up. A rather uncomfortable feeling would be putting it mildly. As she grew more frustrated, she let her arms drop to her sides, “I’d rather be naked.”

“Kyra, gold is such a lovely color on you! And the netting goes really well with your hair.” Evelyn assured her. Kyra’s nose scrunched up distaste. She loathed not wearing her armor, furs, and warpaint. She’d been stripped of all those things. She appeared ‘normal’. Or what she assumed normal to be. She no longer had the appearance of a ‘savage’ but an antagonized young lady.

She may as well had been naked.

“I’m a warrior - not a doll. This is so light. How is it suppose to protect me should someone wish to impale my chest?” she poked herself with her bony finger, seeming to regret the demonstration as she winced. She was so fragile without her armor. This only provoked her anxiety.

Her navy blue hues glanced to everyone in the group. She felt entirely out of place. Everyone looked as if they belonged. Regardless of how out of place they felt. All well dressed and groomed to fit. Kyra felt like a stray cat that had been picked up off the streets by an old noble hag who wanted something to dress up. They could act at least. They had poise and etiquette; especially Evelyn, Serenity, and Max. Kyra was worried that this would be her downfall. Just like back with the merchant. If she was to be on her ‘best’ behavior, she would need guidance.

As she watched Vunora being scolded by the Inquisitor, Kyra spoke up, “I… I will need assistance as well.” Kyra’s cheeks became flushed as her gaze dropped to the ground. Once the princess emerged, Kyra was quick to hold her tongue as not to be an embarrassment to the Inquisition.

Playing a ‘maiden’ would be no simple task.
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There was no way the snow was going to end well. Something just didn't sit right with serenity. She was honestly thankful she was a maid right now. At least she could defend herself and others if need be. Sing the men in their "extravagant" attire was a sight indeed and she nearly left but only let a tiny and short Giggle and even suppress that to an extent. She knew toski was not used to this type of social engagement but he had to grow up and learn fast or he would be a laughingstock and a Deadman very quickly. She gently tugged at the sleeves of her dress and desperately wish for a lot lighter of a dress. She envied Evelyn her dress since it was nowhere near as constricting and hot as her own.

Upon receiving an order from the Inquisitor, Serenity curtsied practice grace, "Of course, Inquisitor." She replied loyally and without hesitation. She knew as well as Max and Evelyn that vanora was not in her element and would cause trouble without her even meaning to. " I'll watch over her."

She gently placed a cold hand on venora's shoulder with a comforting, soft smile playing upon her lips. " it will be alright venora. I know it doesn't seem fair or make any real sense but that is just how things work with big shemlan cities like this. Even in Ravine things are unnecessarily complicated and bothersome." She was trying her best to be comforting to the fascinated and frustrated Elven woman. She wasn't about to abandon her comrade in need, unlike someone else she knew. She was doing her best to be comforting and understanding, but being raised as she was and accustomed to this lifestyle and setting as she was, she found it hard but she would not let her feel lost or alone.

When Ayen offered his help Serenity felt like perhaps she should just keep an eye on her from a distance. Surely Ayen was more than capable of keeping the elven maiden company and from getting into too much trouble. She decided to wander off a little on her own. She didn't really care too much for parties and this was going to be just another one she would be standing by a wall and not be spoken to or even looked at. A scene she was very used to now but not one she enjoyed. The dress was uncomfortably warm so she kept a cold spell around her so she would not perspire or feel any more uncomfortable than she already was.

When Evelyn complimented her and continued she gave a small but pained smile, "Trust me, if it were my choice I'd have come more like you. Unfortunately I was not given a real choice in the style of my dress. I'm all too aware how royals dress. I've had to wear more than my fair share of ball gowns and I've hated every one of them and this one is no exception, but thank you for the compliment. You are very lovely as well. The color looks amazing on you."

Serenity was an expert in this type of situation. She was not showing how much pain she was in at the moment because of the god-awful corset she was made to wear. She had to have a maid help her into it and the woman nearly broke two of her ribs in the process. It was nearly impossible to breathe. She couldn't take full breaths and had to force herself to keep her breathing like it was normal in front of everyone. She couldn't let on how much she hated being here. She hoped this "party" was worth all of this trouble and poor Bluebell looked like she was being punished b being on the leash in Keenan's hand but there was not help for it. She could only feel sorry for them both as they both looked very uncomfortable. She glanced at Tasuki who looked uncomfortable and could only think it served him right. He could get a taste of what she had been through these past years but he is better off and she knows it. She hoped that the others could enjoy themselves

Tasuki was not happy with the design of his clothes but at least he didn't have to wear the puffy pants like the inquisitor and Keenan. He felt bad for them but still he was thankful his clothes were a bit more.....conservative? Dressing up was not his thing and neither was dancing but eating, now there was something he could enjoy. He kind of wished that he could have brought Snowfall but she was way too small and young for such a big adventure so he had to leave her behind and have one of the servants take care of her while he was gone. If his followers saw him now they would laugh till they died to see him like this. Oh man. He had to admit though, while the guys all looked ridiculous, the girls all looked like lovely and colorful roses. Antivan dresses were something to behold when put on lovely women like them. Venora was so cute in her puffy green skirt with its flowered embroidery and the white puffy sleeves looked like little clouds. The one thing that he thought detracted from the girl's beauty was how tight the corset was. He could never understand the contraptions or their necessity.

It was in this moment of admiriation of the ladies that a disturbing thought came to his head and all color drained from his face. "Oh maker! What if someone from the resistance saw me like this!" he panicked a little, "I'd never hear the end of it! They'd never respect me again! Oh maker! I'm so dead if I'm caught here! Keenan, I'm begging you! Kill me now! I don't want to die of embarrassment!" he pleaded almost crying like a child. It was the funniest thing in the world to watch. A grown man wearing a dapper red coat, standing at over 6 feet tall, burning red hair and a strong face was begging to be killed because he didn't want to be embarrassed by wearing those clothes.

However, that was when Kyra came into the room and his eyes froze and he was awestruck. The way the gold dress hugged her body, and how her hair piece had accented her dark hair was more than words could express and he could not take his eyes off of her. He suddenly blushed and forgot about his embarrassment and just focused on her. The wild woman with a soft spot for kitties looked like such a striking lady that he could not move for minutes. After she whined a little about the dress and fidgeted a bit he smiled and walked over to her with a bit of a confident smile as if he were comfortable in his clothes and appearance. He offered her his arm with the other behind his back and a bit of a bow at the waist. He didn't touch her since she seemed to be very uncomfortable and didn't know how she would react to being touched suddenly and without permission. "Hey. I'll be by your side if you would like. I can help you." he offered. His smile was warm and kind and understanding. He genuinely wanted to help her feel a little more at ease and help her through the night so she would not embarrass herself or be hurt even though he was certain she could take care of herself. "If nothing else we can keep each other company untill the party is over and make sure we don't embarrass ourselves. I'm more likely to do that though. You'll be my only saving grace. I'll look out for you if you'll look out for me?" he was trying to make them both a bit more comfortable by just being themselves with one another if the party was a bore or a wash.

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Business as Usual: Sleep, Rise, politics & Repeat..........
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Years of political scheming, counter intelligence and facades left little to forget. Numerious had long drifted off to sleep and awaken to dawns early rise of sunlight and warmth yet still with a morning chill in the air. The man had plenty to drink as of late with rum and ale overtaking the casual wine he was accustomed to drinking with favor.

While several days long it seemed had since passed, Numerious was now within the realm of famed assassins and merchant princes. Rumor had it they truly looked after Antiva while the royal family was often in conflict over the throne and their place in line.

The Tevinter Mage could almost relate. He wasn't royalty of course, oh no.... Numerious was a equal to nobility back home least you could say. But the feeling of family wars and inner strife were all too familiar to Numerious

And now he was back in Antiva where assassins and political intrigue were as common as lovers. Well least from what he had come to hear over the years. Antiva in its self was a beautiful nation filled with glorious cities and artistic beauty. A jewel in some words as the mage came to know.

Up within his room the mage sat before a desk and wrote a message in some parcel and stamping it with his own mark. Sealed, signed and would be delivered by raven to a old friend and one of the few he trusted to handle such matters that lay within his parchment that was now sent off.

While his eyes now drifted to his provided clothes for this evening. "Business as usual..." Were all the words he had spoken and most of what he had said lately since departing for Antiva.

It was another chapter to be... Politics and fancy dress occasion. He had much experience with such matters back home, sometimes in other lands when trying to work out new alliances that would benefit himself and Tevinter in the coming days as the man once thought but knew it would take more time then that and always would.

Tevinter took a thousand or so years to build such a reputation and legacy of deemed evil, slavery and taboo. No Magister could change that over drinks and some charming pleasantries. But here he was again, a familiar dance that he'd soon take part. Did his feet remember the steps?

A smirk crossed his features with a sharp gaze... Yes, the answer came to him. He recalled the steps.

Rising from his chair and stepping away from the desk. Numerious rose to the occasion by removing his clothes and shaving off his beard, washing himself off completely and cleaning up. He even trimmed his hair to closer resemble his now cleaner look face that was left only with some stubble where his thick, lush brown beard once remained for so long.

He put fresh underclothes on and began the task of these fancy clothes..... was this a skirt and tights?

Numerious shook his head with a chuckle while thinking of his Tevinter fancy dress stylings comapred to this..... Th imperium was much simpler, no?




Once he was through and fastened the last belt. The man had to admit his shaved and trimmed appearance took years off his age, making him seem more youthful and less like a thirty and one year middle aged looking man.

Numerious soon after looking into a mirror left his room and made his way for the courtyard, taking in the scenery along the way and meeting the yard with his steps almost dancing and glide across the ground while mingling with various folks at the party, as Numerious headed for the others.

Using his old charm and dazzle routine to play nice and appear kind with a touch of pleasantry while he aimed to smooth his words playfully but restrained as too much would only cause trouble and break the game of political intrigue and success. Survival really.

Soon he made it successfully to the others and quietly joined them. His eyes looking about and seeing what each of them wore and had been given for the occasion.

 

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"If I can wear this and not die of shame, I am sure you'll do fine." Keenan reassured her. "Believe me if Blue didn't get so upset being separated from me I would have left her in Skyhold, things as they are however if I left her in the room she would turn it upside down with worry."
Vunora's enthusiasm for the evening made him smile, and did a little to take the edge off of his irritation.

"Yes all right." Keenan relented to Ayen's suggestion. "Let's go in and get this done."
At that point Numerious joined them and Keenan paused, looking the mage up and down before remarking in mild frustration: "Well that's not fair, how the hell did you manage to make this sort of outfit actually look good?"
The fact of it was Numerious looked fantastic, miles better than Keenan felt at any rate. How anyone could wear that and still exude power and control was beyond him. The qunari too stood with an elegant grace in his solid black outfit (though Keenan thought that he was cheating, not wearing the dastardly pantaloons). The squeaky leather did subtract a bit from the effect.
Keenan gave Tasuki a tragic look that said 'we'll go down to hell together my friend'.
"The bright side is that if ever our enemies caught wind of this they might just die laughing before they could do us harm."
With one final look of chagrin, Keenan brought his head up high, mustered as confident a look as he could, and marched off to endure the party. Blue too, to her credit also held her head up and struck an intimidating figure, walking next to the tall warden, her elven kaddis, still twining about her body shone brightly in the light of the moon.

The music was pleasant at least, so that was a start. In contrast to the deep, sleepy blues of the garden, the inside of the palace was lit with a warm and inviting gold. Candle light reflected off of shining center pieces and brass fixtures and fresh flowers overflowed from every table, filling the vast room with a sweet, living scent. There was a collection of exotic guitars being played upon in a light yet bold tune that to Keenan seemed to capture the general disposition of the Antivan people.
Keenan was not a small man, and together with his mabari he collected quite a number of stares: some amazed, others flirtatious and some still a bit more...volatile. Keenan was uncomfortably reminded that not everyone had forgiven the wardens for their error before the fall of Corypheus and suddenly he felt very exposed. If a threat did come, he would have no way of knowing it in this grand game of cloak and dagger. It was not his world. He then wished for Numerious or Evelyn or someone who knew the rules of this game to stay by him and contemplated going back, but he knew enough to know that is would send a very poor message and in this place, where wearing the wrong buttons was a slight he thought he had better remain where he was.
As of yet however no one had plucked up the courage to even approach. Blue, having resigned glumly to her imprisonment contented herself with watching the people carefully, and Keenan was sure she was making her own assessments as to their intentions. She had her eyes on a small group of men (to Keenan's relief wearing the same ghastly style as he was) talking in hushed tones between themselves. They looked over occasionally before pretending not to take any notice.

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Miranda had never been enjoying herself with others before, when she spent time with the Inquisitor and his companions, helped them preparing for the party. The 3 warriors, though they wouldn't admit it, looked fine in their formal outfit for the party. While miss Faux and Serenity, who already had experience with the noble life, looked delightful and classy as ever in their formal dresses. And with their help, Vunora and Kyra were also elegant and lovely. On the other hand, templar Tasuki and the Quinari Sul may need a lesson or two about formality and nobility in Thedas, seeing their struggles was something humorous and concerning at the same time. She thought that the job of an ambassador was surely about politics more than the work with the sword and shield. But then, when she discovered about the Teviner mage, Numerous, she was impressed, he was superbly stunning with just a little shave and quite delightful choice of outfit.

As the group was having a good time, they was not noticing of their surrounding. From the top of the building, a rain of men came from above as 10 men with dark leather outfitted, fully masked their faces and well armed surrounded them. On their mask, if you looked, you'd see a heraldry that would be familiar in all Thedas. They stood in deadly silent with both of the knives in their hand ready to strike had anyone make any sudden movement. From now it's well informed that the Inquisitors and his friend were visited by the House of Crow, not within a day since they arrived here. Princess Miranda immediately understood the situation as she stayed behind the Inquisitor and the Warden Keenan's backs. Suddenly, from the crows,one man stepped up, he was tall and intimidating with his body build and black mask stood opposite to the Inquisitor.

"- We've been given order by the Queen that she wants her sister to be by her side for the party. So I don't want any problem to you Inquisitor, just hand over princess Miranda."

"- Liar! Neither I nor the Inquisitor have heard of such news! You're from the House Of Crow, want my life for your own purpose!" - Miranda yelled

"- I really don't have time for this... " - The masked assassin sighted as he immediately reached his belt.

*BREAKING BOTTLE SOUND*

A smoke screen was set from the smoke bomb the masked assassin threw to the ground in the most surprising way. None could've predicted and acted to prevent it. From their, the Crow Assassins started to make their move.

From the smoked, The Inquisitor felt pain and lost his balance as he felt a steel boot kicked right to his belly, sent him off his feet.
The Warden Keenan was quick enough to discover the danger but yet before he could act, another bottle was thrown to the ground. Keenan had a cold feeling in his right foot as he tried to move it, it was from a Freeze bomb by the assassin.
Lady Faux, who was already a rogue and quite familiar with poison, stepped away from the mist. But then she found herself in problem when an assassin tried to send his knives to her skin continuously, forced her to evade his attacks and away from Miranda' side.
The rest of the group was left untouched since they're away from the young princess of Antiva, but to prevent them from approaching, caltrops was dropped into their way.

"- Inquisitor!! Help me!" - The voice of princess Miranda raised when the masked man took her away from the group and jumped to the roof of the building.

It was too late for Inquisitors and the companions to save the princess as she was taken away.

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"- Haha! I will save you my princess!"

Suddenly a voice raised when the Masked Man was ready to make his escape. It was from an elf, an Antivan voice, from a rogue elf came from above, wielded his dual blade at the masked assassin and engaged him in combat.

"- Stop messing around Zevran! This is IMPORTANT!"

Not long after the appearance of the elf rogue name Zevran, Sandro also appeared by his side to aid him again the masked assassin. Sandro and the elf overpowered the masked man in a 2 again 1 battle. While Zevran fought with flair and joy, Sandro hit his blade hard as he could as he was under a heavy pressure to regain Miri from the hand of the Crow. Despite their differences, the two were able to outfought the assassin and almost got him on his knees.

"- Hello old friend, Romario!" - Zevran said as his blade crashed into the opponent's.

"- Excited as always... Zevran. You should calm down" - It was until then, the crow assassin brought out the trick under his sleeves. As he spoke, a green mist was sent out of his mask and came right into the elf's faces. The elven rogue wasn't able to dodge the dirty move and lost his balance, the mist was poisoned and left him paralyzed. After he neutralized the elven rogue, he changed his attention to Sandro. As he was able to exploited Sandro's impatience, the masked assassin Romario blocked Sandro's sword and threw an Acid Flask right at him before he could've reacted. Found an escape route, the Crow assassin quickly turned his feet and quickly got away with his men.

The assault from the Crow was well planned and ruthless, needless to say it's a success as they took away princess Miranda. Sandro, who was quick to recover from the attack, reached toward the Inquisitors and his companions, most of them were unharmed.

"- Is everyone okay ?" - He said as he tried to regroup everyone - " the man who just attacked us was Romario, a Talon, a high rank member of the House of Crow. He heard that he was going to attack us, but I was too late to stop him..."

 

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• Oenanthe
• Jun 6, 2017

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"Ma serannas, arani." Vunora smiled over at Ayen, grateful to have things so familiar as her kind and her language in a far away land. As much as she craved immersion into this strange new world, it was also intimidating to attempt such a thing. The chances of her screwing something up with ignorance was higher than ever, and truthfully that was what she was. Totally ignorant of the world around her. Sticking by Ayen she continued to chat until a strange man entered.

No. That wasn't a stranger... That was Numerious! How in the world he was managing to pull off his outfit and look dashing was beyond her, but he was doing it. Vunora looked over to Eve with a womanish grin, she had noticed the two enjoyed chatting and often sought each other out. She was like a little Da'lin, giggling and hiding behind Ayen as she watched for any equally childish signs of a crush. Kyra had certainly blown Tasuki away. She certainly knew why, she looked lovely...but her gaze was terrifying.

Suddenly she was distracted from her thoughts of amoure by the sudden appearance of men and a flash of smoke.

By the time Max came back to his senses, the fight had already gone down and he was coughing, scrambling to his feet. " M-Makers Breath!" He coughed out as he took Sandros by the arm and used his help to regain his balance. Giving a quick survey to make sure everyone was okay he let out a small sigh of relief.
"Keenan!" Vunora yelled once the smoke cleared enough for her to see he was down, but just as she stepped forward she stopped and looked back to Ayen. Then instantly snapped herself back to his side, chewing on her lip and praying he was okay.

Max soon commanded everyones attention and let out a deep sigh. " Well...shit. We have to get to the bottom of this and rescue her, but to skip the party would be a direct affront against the Queen." Running his hand across the top of his head he devised a plan.

" We are going to have to split up. Sandro, you know this place and this situation better than any of us. I want you to lead a clean and quiet team on the rescue efforts, as...eager as I am to get out of this costume and go with you, I need to go to the palace. My face is too prominent for her not to notice missing."

"Inquisitor, I want to help."
"Vunora, no, as much as I really hate doing this to you- I saw you dance with Keenan. If anyone could keep up with an Antivan dance it's you. You're on my team. Who else? Remember, if you go with Sandros you have to be quiet, quick, and clean. I don't want a scandal on my hand because a band of Inquisition warriors went yelling and clattering through the streets like bulls."

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Suddenly smoke erupted in the courtyard. Instinctively he stepped in front of Vunora sticking his arm out to protect her. "Stay back." He warned and prepared a fire spell for an enemies that came their way. Thankfully they were far away enough from the smoke so Ayen could see clearly.

Vunora cried out to Keenan. His foot frozen in a block of ice. A small fire ball from Ayen quickly melted the block of ice, freeing Keenan. Unfortunately just as quickly as the group of assassins came, they were gone. Thanks to an unexpected ally and Sandro. Once the threat was gone he put his arm down and led Vunora back to where the the Inquisitor was. Clearly they needed to discuss a plan of action.

The Inquisitor did have a good idea. Splitting up in two groups, one to keep show and the other to find these assassins. "How many people will you need in your group?" Ayen asked Sandro. Ayen figured Sandro would want a small team, probably no more than four to join him. Four people would be big enough to pack a punch but small enough to move around undetected.

Ayen didn't volunteer right away. Keenan, Tasuki, and Kyra would be jumping on the opportunity to change into their armor and fight. He waited to see if people would volunteer or if Sandro would pick his team.

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It was Blue that first alerted Keenan to something amiss. She had heard the men before they showed themselves and a low growl escaped her.
Keenan instantly started back for the garden, only to be a fraction of a second too late. He was frozen mid-step not five feet out of the door. Blue leapt forward but he held her with a word. The dastards had princess Miranda by then and he wouldn't risk her safety.
He heard Vunora call to him and struggled harder, smashing at he ice with his free foot only to have it melted by Ayen's magic.
He rushed over to the elves and looked them up and down quickly. "Are you all right?" He asked, before looking in the direction the men had escaped to.
"I'm really starting to hate Antiva." He muttered angrily.
The inquisitor wasted no time in coming up with a plan and as much as Keenan wanted to disagree, he had to admit it was their best shot.
"It's possible someone attending the ball tonight ordered the hit. I can try to suss out who." Keenan offered, his ugly outfit by now quite forgotten. He would be the first to admit that stealth really wasn't his best game. Besides, the people at the party had seen him now, and there was Blue to consider.

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||Kyra Jerriken||

The Avvar woman’s lips fell with a pout with her eyes glued to the lush grass beneath her sandals. However, seeing a shadow approach her, her eyes quickly snapped up in it’s direction to see Tasuki standing in her light. Her eyes blinked wildly at the crimson-haired male. She was taken aback when he bowed before her, extending his arm with the offer of amity.

He was certainly a strange one.

Kyra’s face turned a beet red, quickly turning her head away from him scrunching her nose. However, she placed her hand upon his forearm as if to accept his request. Her head turned back, the redness faded as she’d managed to compose herself. It was rare for a man to approach her so openly and with a confidence. It made her feel - normal.

Her indigo orbs met his amber ones, concentrating on his words. She however was at a loss herself. Instead, she did so with a quick curtsy for her answer. She didn’t know how much she’d be able to not help him not look foolish - as she was usually the one that was embarrassing. And in most cases, she didn’t worry. But to bear weight of for the Inquisition, encouraged her to be more than what people saw her and her tribe for.

She would not be ridiculed as a savage.

However, the events that took place next were most unexpected. A shroud of smoke enveloped the two. Kyra coughed as she tried to wave the haze from her vision. She cursed under her breath as she had no weapon, no armor - completely vulnerable. And fighting in a dress was ridiculous. She had half a mind to tear the hemming, but stopped once realizing the princess was no longer with them.

When speaking of separating, her eyes glanced over to Tasuki a promise they had just shared she wished to not break. But if this was to be their mission she would go where best advised. She would NOT run through the streets like some wild animal. But she was a skilled hunter - one adept to distance and bows. She could easily aid in picking off targets from a distance while the others gained way to Miri. Then again, patience was not her strongest quality.

Yet, she waited to see where they felt she would fit best.

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Upon seeing Numerious approach, Evelyn let out a light-hearted chuckle, “My, I hardly recognized you.” she teased. Her ears picked up on the muffled giggles of Vunora as she hid herself beside Ayen. Evelyn’s eyes fluttered vexedly, until realizing what such a gesture meant. A breathy sigh brushed past her lips, rolling her eyes endearingly manner towards the brunette elf. A knowing smile spread across her lips as she’d turned to greet the Tevinter Mage, but she was cut short when a stranger approached.

Her eyes instantly narrowed now facing the masked assailant; for it was just that. Princess Miranda’s opposition to the shadowed figure only proved such accusations to ring true. Evelyn hardly had the time to ready herself as she saw the flask in hand - a green liquid that rendered poisonous.

Once thrown, Evelyn tried to move in front of Miri as a means to protect the young girl and avoid the green fog. She shielded her mouth, reaching through the slit in her dress to pull the knife attached to her thigh. Seeing the dark figure, she quickly moved to deflect the incoming attacks; some becoming near misses as she was struck across the cheek and right shoulder. Thin lines of red formed before blood slowly rose to the top of the wound. Gently cascading down her cheek and shoulder.

Seeing a swift swing of the assailants blades, the Bard flipped back; landing gracefully before watching the assassin take advantage of her evasion. He quickly snatched Miri and darted off, but would not get far. Evelyn’s jaws clenched as she wiped the blood from her cheek.

“I’m alright.” she assured Sandro. And her suspicions were answered upon hearing who they were dealing with. The Crows were not to be taken lightly, nor would they be. Evelyn mentally scorned herself for being so easily overcame. It was something she’d expected after all. And now an innocent has been taken.

“I agree with Keenan,” offering to aid the Warden. “- or should Sandro request my assistance, I will aid him in his rescue of the Princess.” Evelyn opted, biting her lip as she sheathed her dagger.
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Quietly making his way over to the rest, Sul crossed his arms behind his back and puffed his chest out uncomfortably.
Following behind everyone a good foot or two away, he tried to stay as stiff as possible to prevent himself from squeaking anymore.

Suddenly smoke. A brief moment of panic he/attempted/ to put an arm up to shield his nose and mouth but ended up coughing a little and holding his breath due to the limited movement of his outfit.

Hearing the panic in everyone's voice he glowered a little and took a head count. He didn't speak until other had, stepping forward,"I specialize in archery and can manage a spear well. Ill go where I am needed." He bowed his head to Max quietly and exhaled slowly.

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The party seemed to be getting into full swing but was quickly interrupted by the crows making a surprise appearance. Being on the side lines and watching allowed Serenity the opportunity to move and react a bit faster than normal and hurried to try and help protect the princess but with the gas, ice and poison bombs going off it was hard. She worried about the group and she scorned herself for not seeing this coming. She was surprised to see one of the legendary companions of the Hero of Ferelden appear to try and save the day single-handedly. She had to admit, the Antivan was impressive for a rouge. He had confidence and skill but he lost and now they were one princess down. Oh boy. She knew this night would not turn out well.

When Max came up with his plan and she agreed. She could suit either team personally. She knew how to be discrete but she also fit in with the noble setting but she had not really been seen or noticed since that was her specialty in this kind of setting. "I can accompany either team. Whichever team needs me more I'll go with." she volunteered.

There was a proud and warm feeling spreading through Tasuki's chest when Kyra blushed and took his offered arm. He was very happy. He had never had such confidence before but this....this felt almost natural. He felt like he could be who he wanted to be around her. He was thrilled that Kyra accepted his help. He could not help but feel like he had accomplished a personal goal so his ego puffed up a little but he was still quite humble.

However his happiness was short lived when all hell broke loose and the princess was being kidnapped. The gases were a pain and kept him from doing much at all. The smokescreen hurt and burned his eyes and not in the nice way when he was in front of a roaring fire. He cursed loudly from irritation but there was nothing more he could do. When things calmed down and they were about to split into two groups he gently nudged Kyra's arm subtly and glanced at her , letting her know that he would have her back either way but he was not one for parties and was more at home being in the shadows and would take her side either way. He could stay at the party and be a distraction with his height and what little charm he had or go on the rescue party. It would be completely up to the Inquisitor.

"Why don't you set up the teams based on skills? Those able to remain quiet go on the rescue team while those of us good at....well...being loud and distracting stay at the party and the others go do what you can to get the princess back?" he suggested, "Obviously Zevran and Alessandro are heading the rescue party and the Inquisitor is heading the distraction and he has already made it clear that Venora is with him that leaves the rest of us. Sul, Kyra, Evelyn, Keenan, Numarious, myself and Serenity. An even split party I think would go best. We need an even balance. At least one mage on each team, a rouge, and a warrior in case things go badly. Would you like to split us up, Inquisitor?" Tasuki was used to planning as he had to with his people in order to protect them he often had to split up groups and team up people together in tight formations to keep them well hidden. A skill he had picked up rather quickly.

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