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Post by Ashyla Lavellan on Mar 18, 2016 21:51:44 GMT -5
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There were a few more of them than was usual for a scouting mission. But the general area of the Dales was known to be a battleground in the Orlesian Civil War, so if a few more people meant more safety, then so be it. Those were their orders. But one person in particular confused Ashyla. What was a warrior doing as a scout? Wasn't Cullen supposed to be training the warriors? She'd been with the Inquisition for a little over two months now, and still she found herself confused by what humans did.
But her thoughts were interrupted as the scouting band found itself in its next location. The Exalted Plains. But she knew it by a different name.
"Dirthavaren..." she muttered softly. She ran ahead of the group, one of whom protested, and clambered up the nearest stone pillar. There were obvious remains of forts scattered about, and she scanned the area quickly, grinning slightly. Oh, what Cyrlan would say when she told him she got to see the promise with her own eyes... "Maybe we can find Var Bellanaris!"
"Slow down, what is that?" one of the other scouts asked.
"It's an ancient elven burial site, from the time when this land belonged to the Dalish," Ashyla informed them. She judged the distance from the rock to the ground and jumped, landing on her feet with her knees bent.
"You shouldn't be able to do that..." a different scout commented.
"No, humans wouldn't be able to do that. Elves have better reflexes." She turned and began to walk on, her bow ready in her hand. "Even before now, this place has seen a lot of death. With the damage to the Veil, we don't know what we're going to find. Keep your guard up." Not that she'd been appointed leader of this particular group. But who knew how to survive in the wilderness better than a Dalish elf?
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Post by Sévere Desjardins on Mar 19, 2016 8:39:38 GMT -5
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Post by Ashyla Lavellan on Mar 19, 2016 9:01:44 GMT -5
Ashyla turned when the man spoke to her. "No, never," she admitted easily. "My clan primarily roams the Free Marches, further north. But this place is sacred to the Dalish." She kept walking, albeit at a slower pace, next to the human. "This is Dirthavaren. The Promise. These lands were promised to the Dalish during the time of Andraste, by her husband Maferath so the stories say. But they were taken from us again during the Exalted March of the Dales, in the Glory Age. None of us really know what started it, the elves have one story and the Chantry has another." She froze, looking off into the distance, between a set of stone pillars. She silently drew an arrow and readied her bow. She loosed the arrow, which hit the stone pillar and scared what appeared to be a small bear into running the other direction.
"The elves say that the Exalted March was because the elvhen refused to submit to the Chantry," she continued, as if nothing had happened. "The Chantry claims that it was because we would not trade with the humans, and we refused to aid them during the Second Blight." She paused to look up at him. "I've done some research since arriving in Haven," she explained simply. "Not everything the Dalish remember is how things really happened." She kept her bow in her hand, no point in putting it away in a war-torn place like this. "Most of the records from that are kept elsewhere, but that was the beginning of elves living in your alienages." Her voice darkened at the last word, for it was a word she hated.
"To answer your original question, no, I've never been here before," she said after a moment, her tone back to normal. "But I have always wanted to see this place."
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Post by Sévere Desjardins on Mar 20, 2016 12:40:38 GMT -5
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Post by Ashyla Lavellan on Mar 20, 2016 13:43:50 GMT -5
To say that she was surprised by his admitting the knowledge of the area would be an understatement. Most of the humans she'd encountered hadn't bothered to learn anything about Dalish history. Then he used the word shemlen himself, which caught her off guard more than him knowing the history of the area. At the snap of a twig, Ashyla drew an arrow and held it ready, once again thankful for her quick reflexes. Then the volley of arrows came at them, and she all but disappeared from the man's side. It was a talent of hers, disappearing in the early stages of a fight to get a vantage point.
This time, she emerged on top of a nearby stone pillar, raining arrows down upon the other archers she could see. She pulled a specific arrow, with an oddly purple colored fletch, and aimed it at the archers. It released a sweet smell when it was deflected with a shield, and a large black bear lumbered into the enemy lines, clawing its way through the archers. Ashyla paused to look down at her allies, noticing a man that was coming up behind the stranger she'd been talking to. She loosed an arrow and caught the attacker in a gap in his armor, which distracted the attacking man enough for Severe to make the killing blow.
With the bear's help, the rain of arrows slowed, then stopped altogether. Ashyla climbed down from the top of the pillar, grinning. The bear lumbered over to her, and she put a hand on its shoulder. "Thanks for the help," she said to the bear, looking the beast over. "A few scrapes, but nothing serious. That's good. They may not even leave scars." The bear grumbled, and she laughed. It was almost as if she could understand the beast. "Sure, sure. Thanks again for the help, my friend." The bear turned and lumbered off. Ashyla heard running footsteps behind her and drew the dagger she kept at her hip. She spun around and used her momentum to decapitate the man. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"What was that you said about being bored?" she asked with a smirk. "That wasn't even a real work-out."
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