The Dalish Curse: A Dragon Age Adventure

[Hawke]

Jason​

Jason hadn’t been expecting that response, so he took a second looking at the woman in surprise. The Dalish had obviously done something in town even if he had no actual answer as to what.

“Thank you” he smiled sincerely “I have no plans to stay, I have no real experience with the Dalish myself, but nothing I’ve heard about them has been good” Not that he’s heard much, but he lived in Orlais, if you poked around enough you tended to get a history lesson it was a bias rendition for sure. Just like that Jason decided he didn’t need any more bias when he could ask one himself.

Taking a step back to the direction of the inn he paused “Perhaps you should take your girl with you to the next town if you truly believe Vintiver is doomed”

One last nod he left her to continue on, he had to sleep, get acquainted with the letter he had procured and figure out how the hell he would get out of town with it on high alert.

 

[Jaye]

Kata sits, letting the stew settle as Sithig heads to the taproom. After a few quiet moments, trying to ignore the itching paranoia of the other vashoth in the room, ve stands and heads into the taproom.

Ve approaches Kesla and asks "Excuse me?" in a low voice, "My room?"

 

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Noticing his companion enter the taproom, Sithig patted the seat next to him. “Ah, the night is still young. There’s no need to sleep just yet! Come, drink with me. On me.” he offered, and if he could stand, he’d sit the Qun down himself.
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[Jaye]

Kata looks over, vir face impassive.

"No?" the tone is soft and for a moment it's unclear what Kata is denying before ve adds; "It is quite late."

Ve adds in a halting tone; "No. Thank you." As if the words are strange to vem. Kata stares for a moment more, then turns back with an awkward jerk to look at Kesla.

 

[spacepanda]

The woman sighed in response to Jason's advice, "Maker knows I'm trying. She just refuses to leave- got some kind of apprenticeship with the town's blacksmith, and he's hellbent on convincing her she won't find a job elsewhere. If you happen to see her, talk some sense into her, will you?" And nodding back herself, continued her work late into the night.

The Next Morning - 8AM​

After a full night's rest in their respective rooms, the trio awakened to find the Inn much busier than the night before. Some of the faces of the staff and patrons were new, but there were many that were familiar. At one table Kesla was chatting with Harold and Arne as she served them breakfast. The wealthy Antivan man was at his own table, one that was covered in an assortment of wine glasses. A gentleman with red hair was serving him happily as the Antivan sampled every wine the inn had to offer. The dwarven man who had spend most of the ride in the caravan sleeping was now very awake, and enjoying the company of two Qunari women, one of which whose hand he kissed at every given opportunity. Finella could be seen outside, cleaning the Inn's windows, and leaning against the doorway of the taproom was another redhead, a young woman who winked at the trio with a smirk as they came down the stairs. The Orlesian couple were, however, nowhere to be seen.

Outside, the sun shown warmly and laughter could be heard from children playing. If it weren't for the horrid memories of the previous night, one would think that nothing out of the ordinary had ever befallen this village...

All Characters Gain 10 + Constitution + Level (1) In HP If Needed From A Full Night's Rest.​

 

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"Bah, whatever. Be boring." he grumbled, pouring a tankard full of ale before swiftly gulping it all down. "Ah, that's the good stuff." he said, sighing in relief as his leg pain slowly but surely began to fade. He poured himself another cup, and rinsed and repeated until his pitcher was empty.

Next thing he knew, Sithig couldn't breathe and was in complete darkness. He thrashed about, thoughts flashing in and out of his brain. Kidnapping? Torture? Some kind of plant? No, whatever was suffocating him was rumbling. His brief meltdown had shifted whatever was on top of him, and it rolled off of the Avvar to reveal its true nature. The fearsome creature known as... Arcill. The Avvar man cooled off at this realization, patting his dog's back. "You scared me there." he sighed, and realized that his foot felt much better. Looks like... Kima, was it? Yes, Kima wasn't lying.

No time like the present. After quickly patting down his clothes for any fur that might've gotten onto them, he headed downstairs, taking in the sudden activity. Many he knew, many he didn't. Well, knew was an overstatement, he spent the trip sleeping, just like the dwarven man giving out his affection. And then there was the redhead, smirking in the taproom entrance. Might as well. Was he headed for the ale or for the woman, the world will never know. At least until he gets there.
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[Jaye]

Unusually for Kata, sleep was peaceful. So often the Fade drifted into vir dreams (or vir dreams drifted into the Fade) but whether it be exhaustion or luck this night Kata was kept from the forays. Ve woke to the sun shining over vir eyes, squinting at the light. Ve dressed, trying to look somewhat proper, and made vir way downstairs.

Kata gave Sithig a nod in the stairwell but at the landing they parted ways. Kata's default look increased into a further frown at the red-head's look but it was towards Kelsa and the caravan runners that ve headed. Breakfast and then contemplation on how to approach the dwarf. Mayhaps with some overlap.

"Morn tidings. I've coin for a meal." ve asks Kelsa.

 

[Hawke]

Jason​

Jason didn't dream he didn't question it, didn't want to, and wasn't about to start. Whatever the fade wanted to show him was dark, empty, and silent; that's how he wanted it to stay.

Taking two steps at a time Jason glanced around the room before making his way straight for Kata. Pausing before interrupting was more an instinct than a need to be polite but he bit his tongue anyway bouncing on the tips of his toes before speaking.

"Would you be willing to join my outing today? I wish to speak to Brenn again today and the blacksmith, he keeps coming up in conversation"

Meaning that Jason was ridiculously suspicious of the man and he obviously wasn't a good one if the woman from last night was to be believed. Of course, talking sense into people may be impossible but it doesn't mean he wouldn't try, no promise was made but nothing would hurt him to try. Wanting to see Brenn, on the other hand, was pretty self-explanatory and Jason hoped Kata would keep the reasoning silent.

 

[Jaye]

Kata's movements, Jason is likely starting to learn, are slow and thoughtful. Each action is precise and measured as if nothing is allowed to be done on mere instinct and even something as innocuous as turning one's head must be considered before doing. Ve turns to look down at the elf, though a little light in their eyes betrays vir curiosity. The dwarf, the other vashoth; they are both ideas that take up Kata's mind. But the mystery of last night? Well, ve can spare some room for that too.

"Yes." Kata agrees, no bells-and-whistles to it. Nonetheless, "First we break the night's fast."

Ve turns back to Kelsa; "Two meals, please."

Kata doesn't ask Jason if he wishes to share breakfast, that feels too forward for the tal-vashoth to speak. But ve will ensure that the small thing eats, at very least. Days on an empty stomach are unpleasant, ve knows well.

 

[spacepanda]

Qunari Twins
& Dwarf
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Upon noticing Kata's entrance Kelsa greeted vem with a warm smile. "Oh o' course, swee'eart. Comin' right up, then!" The middle-aged woman paused and gave a curious glance to the Elf, however, at the mention of possibly interviewing the townspeople. "What you want to speak to Brenn an' Coalan for?" She asked before shaking her head, "Bah, forget it. Do what you will, but don't leave till I come back with everyone's breakfast. No use runnin' around on an empty stomach, innit?"

As she left, Harold nodded to the duo, taking a long gulp of his orange juice before speaking. "Glad to see you folk made it alright. I was worried when Arne came back alone and said you'd stayed at the farm." As he spoke Arne busied himself with a large piece of buttered bread, ignoring the conversation entirely. "Hope you two don't plan on being long, on account a' the caravan is set to leave after noon at some point. Folk here are telling us it's best we leave, and I plan on taking their advice. Don't worry about the room cost, by the way, it's already been settled," he smiled, motioning for the two of them to join him at the table. "Heard you met my nephew. Good boy that one."

A sudden crash is heard behind them as one of the Qunari (the one on the receiving end of the dwarf's affection) had apparently dropped her beverage, causing water and glass to spill all over the floor. The dwarf was quick to attempt to calm the Qunari down, as now she looked visibly frightened. The other Qunari, who shared the same face, glared at Kata in response before quickly reaching over the table to cover her sister's eyes, her own beer spilling in the process. The now blinded qunari began to tremble and softly mutter to herself.

Young Woman
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The young woman unblocked the entrance to the taproom as Sithig approached, still smirking lightly. "Well, good morning, handsome," she greeted, leaning on the bartop. "And what will you be havin'? Ale, mead, some of our fine porter or wine? Or maybe... something else?"

She lowered her lashes flirtatiously before her gaze caught Kata and Jason, whom she had seen in Sithig's company not moments before. "Friends of yours?" Once noticing the second Qunari spilling her beverage the red-head sighed, "That's a waste of a good stout."

ROLL FOR PERCEPTION /r 3d6+PER+Focus #**HEARING/SEEING/EMPATHY**

 

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While some would call him stupid, it was far from the truth. Sure, he doesn't know everything about life down here, but he can pick up a signal when he hears one. "Some good ale would be nice, and I'm fascinated to find out what that 'something else' might be~" he flirted back, sitting down and resting his arm on the bartop, leaning ever so slightly forward. "I wouldn't say friends. Acquaintances, maybe. I was hired to protect a caravan headed here, which has obviously arrived. Now what, I'm not entirely sure. Maybe I could stay here, protect your nice inn from any drunks."

When the Qunari began to mutter herself, he was able to hear them. He's always had good ears, but right now he wished he didn't. While it wasn't particularly disturbing, the Qunari began to mutter nonsense. It sounded like prose, but in Sithig's knowledge of the arts, it wasn't. While it didn't make no sense, he couldn't quite ascertain what the underlying message would be. "Exotic spices on slabs of meat" didn't register as a sensical metaphor to him.
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[Jaye]

"Thank you." Kata says, both for Harold's worry and for his hospitality, "We will meet you at noon."

Ve's curiosity has been piqued by what happened at the farm, by the sign of the blight. Tagging along with Jason might lead to something interesting...

But Kata sits with them anyway and nods at his words, inviting him to continue talking - and turns in alarm at the loud crash. Kata's brow furrows at the other vashoth. Ve's about to turn and slouch over vemselves, scolded by the glare, but the muttering qunari seems almost... excited now? Kata barely realises as ve frowns. The need to talk to them increases. But before or after noon is the question.

Breakfast, then figuring them out. If ve could only get them alone...

 

[Hawke]

Jason​

"Ah… alright after breakfast" when was the last time Jason ate breakfast? Actually sat down and… perhaps it was better not to think of it.

Jason did have a response to why he wanted to speak to Brenn, he brought them into town after all, but gladly kept quiet as she left. Then continued to keep quiet. Noon alright he could do that most likely getting out of town however was not his first priority; no matter how many people warned him off.

That is until the crash that followed Harold's words. Jason flinched shifting his weight as though to run before he had even processed the situation. Every nerve in him telling him to back up, hide, run the same one that's saved his life but he had a bit more logic behind his movements now.

Now he only had the sense of complete confusion as he watched the Qunari. "You still want breakfast then?"

 

[Jaye]

Kata turned, an expression as if surprised anyone was talking to vem. As if surprised there was anyone else nearby. Ve school the look into vir usual neutral gaze and nod. Vir mouth almost opens, ready to mention that meals should not be taken for granted, but quickly shuts with the words unspoken. That's too much, ve thinks, too intimate.

 

[spacepanda]

Red-Headed
Man
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Kelsa had barely made it to the kitchen before the sound of glass shattering caused her to halt in her tracks. The red-headed man who had been tending to the needs of the wine-drinking Antivan shooed her away from the mess and began to clean the glass himself with the help from the Dwarf who had begun to apologize profusely for his fiancée's clumsiness. The stern looking Qunari woman busied herself tying a dark scrap of cloth over her sister's eyes before escorting her back to their room. Outside the sound of a bell began to ring accompanied by a shouted message which drew Finella's attention away from her window washing.

"Strange fellow that one," Harold motioned to the Dwarf. "He was just about in a torpor the whole ride here and now he's all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, singing songs and reciting poetry as if he invented the arts himself. I haven't heard him shut up once," he laughed.

Kelsa was quick to return with a plate of freshly baked sliced bread, butter, and two glasses of orange juice for the Elf and Qunari. "There ya are loves," she smiled, wiping her hands on her apron. "The rest will be out shortly. Fifteen cooper total, ya can leave it on the table when ya leave." Noticing the bell and shouts outside the middle-aged woman excused herself and made her way outdoors with a frown.

The glass now cleaned, the Dwarf collected the array of instruments he had brought with him and returned to his room. The red-head man began to mop the remainder of the water up humming softly to himself.

Still slightly distracted by the slight commotion in the main room and now outside as well, the young woman smiled again at Sithig. "Some fine ale it is," she nodded, making her way behind the counter of the taproom. "All of the beer here is brewed in-house by yours truly, so it's all 'good' really. I suppose the question I should be asking you is how drunk do you want to get?" She laughed lightly before leaning over the bartop. "As for the something else, I suppose that depends entirely on what you're looking for. I may have some a combination of deathroot extract and Hale's dust. Even some aquae licidius if you think you can handle it," she winked. "Or maybe you were just looking for some fun?"

 

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"Nothing's sadder than a day drunk, so just a pint or two will do. Won't do anything more than tickle my throat." he boasted, but stopped in his tracks when she mentioned the deathroot. Even more so when she implied that he couldn't take it. He couldn't back down from a challenge, it was in his blood. "We'll get to the latter in its own time. As for the... special ingredients, I'd be willing to purchase if it's in my price range. How much do you think it'll cos-" he started, saved from himself by the bell. "The fuck is that..." he muttered, his own curiosity getting the better of him for the time being. "Sorry to ruin the mood, but what's that bell mean? Is there some kind of attack?" asked the Avvar, slowly reaching for the axe he had set down beside his chair. He oh so hoped it was a fight. Those wolves from the night previous gave no challenge, and he was aching for a good fight. Arcill seemed ready to go too, considering his incessant barking as soon as the ringing began.
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[Jaye]

"Thank you." Kata greets the food, taking a hearty sip of juice before engaging in conversation.

"Travel?" They suggest to Harold, "And now that we have stopped..." There was a tal-vashoth in vir party that uses to grow edgy on the move but would always relax at a proper camp. An idiosyncrasy.

 

[Hawke]

Jason​

Jason sighed before sitting down, eating wouldn't kill him and time wasn't so short that he needed to leave right that second. Or he would have if he hadn't decided to followed Kelsa, snatching a slice of bread, he stood just as concerned about the shouting as she was. He'd come back and ask Harold if people could be added to their voyage, just in case he could convince the blacksmith's apprentice to leave. For now, he was more interested in what was going on outside.

 

[spacepanda]

The Older
Woman
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"Travel does that to some people, sure," Harold agreed. "I myself don't fancy boats much. They make me much too queasy." The elderly man eyed Jason with a curious gaze as the elf followed Kelsa outdoors.

An older woman carrying two plates moved briskly from the kitchen to the table where Kata, Arne, and Harold sat, wordlessly placing the dishes on the table with a soft frown. They contained two fried eggs, three sausages, and a sliced apple each. With a simple curt nod, she was gone.

Chantry Folk
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The ringing stopped the moment Kelsa stepped out of the Inn, and she did as well, causing Jason to nearly crash into her. In the distance, a Chantry Brother and Sister could be seen speaking with the woman Jason knew as Mary Smyth, and having taken notice of new sets of eyes looking in her direction she scurried away. The Chantry Brother began once more to ring a small hand bell, following the Sister as she called out her message.

"Memorial service at ten o' clock to be held at the Winery for the late Fuldor family!" The message repeated itself as the duo walked slowly across town, stopping every couple of feet when they were met with a member of the town with a question or two before continuing.

"Go and tell ya sister we're closin' at nine-thirty," Kelsa tasked Finnella. The teenager nodded and rushed into the house and Kelsa let out a large sigh before completing her youngest daughter's task.

The young woman had pulled out two pint glasses and had already begun pouring Sithig's beer when her eyes widened. "Attack? No, no. We have a much larger and louder bell for that," she smiled. "Maker, you're quick to pull that thing out," she nodded towards the axe with a flirtatious gleam in her eye, reaching out and resting her hand on his own. "Now, where were we?"

"Amina!" If the entrance to the taproom had a door, Finella would have burst through it, so exuberantly did she rush forward. Her cheeks flushed slightly when she noticed her older sister's hand on the warrior's. "Oh, um," she stuttered slightly, "Mum says we're closing up for service in an hour's time."

"Well that's no fun." Amina sighed, withdrawing her hand and shooing her sister away. "A silver each for a dose, by the way. You don't want to take more than two at a time with either, really. I doubt anyone, even someone of your size, could handle it."

 

[Jaye]

Kata nodded at Harold's reply and muttered a soft;

"Thank you." As food arrived.

Ve set into with efficiency, food only savoured once it was in the mouth and even then ve didn't seem to be able to keep it there for long. With keen ears Kata listened out for the ruckus and the bell. With the place closing up and the vashoth having returned upstairs, after vir meal seemed more and more like the best time to chat with them.

 

[Hawke]

Jason​

Walking back Jason sat to poke at his food, "They are having a service for the Fuldor Family at ten"

He doesn't say that they should go and watch what is sure to be some sort of trap. Jason also doesn't mention that any time a large group of people gathers together it normally ends in violence but that's just his experience after all.

"Harold, if someone wanted to join us on the trip could they or would someone else have to decide not to leave?" Jason looked at Harold not even trying to pretend that the question was anything but odd. If he could he'd be getting both Dalish and Ms. Apprentice out of here.

 

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"Ah, of course, that makes sense." said Sithig, though visibly disappointed. "Oi, you can calm down too." he ordered Arcill, patting his head to hopefully get him to quiet down. "Well, being quick to the draw is much better than being too late and getting your head chopped off, yes?" he began to explain, mostly shut up when the hand was placed on his. He stammered for a few seconds, not quite used to being touched in the friendly way, more so the "I am going to kill you, you are going to die." way.

After he regained his composure, he tried to act like that didn't happen, and began to speak in his normal deep, gruff voice. "I'll take some of the wyvern venom, if you'd be so kind." he said, sliding over a silver. "I'll take your advice on dosage, can't say I've done something this potent before. Most of my experience is with some very strong beer."
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Harold looked up in slight surprise at Jason's comment, taking a short moment to dab the corner of his mouth with a white cloth napkin before responding. "Well now, I don't see why not. Those Orlesian folk up and left this morning with another carriage, and even with those two Qunari ladies tagging along, Arne's wagon is no longer filled to the brim with 'necessary luggage.'" He shook his head as if he still couldn't believe how much the elderly couple had packed. "I dare say we have room for another two or three now. Four if we had to."

Kelsa re-entered the inn, wiping her hands on her apron before clearing her throat loudly to gain attention. "We've notice that the Chantry is holdin' service for the late Fuldors at 10 this mornin'. We'll be shuttin' down in 'bout an 'our till 'round noon today. I know most of ya are leavin' with Harold 'round the same time, so we'll be sure to be here a little earlier so you can collect ya things if ya leave anythin'." Lowering her voice she turned to Harold, "Haran's still a bit busy with the wine connoisseur," she shifted her head toward the red-headed man and the Antivan man who was once again sampling another wine. "I'll have Amina work on ya wagon."

"Many thanks, friend," Harold smiled as Kelsa made her way to the taproom.

With another promiscuous smile, Amina tugged at a golden chain hidden under her shirt to retrieve a small key with which she unlocked a cabinet underneath the bartop. "Here you are, handsome," she spoke as she revealed a small glass bottle with a translucent green liquid inside and slid it towards the warrior.

"What's that?"

Amina had almost forgotten her younger sister Finella was in the room and was about to scold her when Kelsa appeared.

"Amina, go help Harold fix the wheel on his wagon- your father's busy. Finella, you tend the bar." Kelsa gave Sithig a curt nod before making her exit.

"Some other time then," the young woman winked at Sithig and whispered something in Finella's ear before leaving. Finella, in turn, stared at Sithig curiously with her big brown eyes.

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"Vashoth." Kata interrupts Harold and, at the looks ve undoubtedly receives for interrupting, ve explains, "They are not qun'ari. They are vashoth."

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He coolly picked it up, and then fumbled it around in his hands when he was reminded that the sister was there. He eventually managed to put it in his pocket, where he hoped it wouldn't break. Good timing too, as the mother walked in, and he doubted that she'd appreciate him buying drugs from and flirting with her daughter. At least he knew some names now. Amina, huh? He winked back at her, and turned back to the younger, who was just... staring at him. It put him off, to say the least.

He awkwardly picked one of the mugs of ale up, sipping at it. "To answer your question, it's quite interesting. It's a very special liquid, and it's quite hard to produce. I doubt you've even heard of it. It's called 'nunya'." he answered, realizing the cognitive dissonance between his newly awkward demeanor and his sarcastic response, but he didn't really care. In fact, he hoped that it would convince her to let him drink in peace now that his... what would you even call it? Target? No, that sounds too stalk-y. Acquaintance? Nope, too platonic. Well, whatever it is, he wished Amina would come back so he could flirt some more.
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