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Post by Fenris on May 17, 2016 17:18:13 GMT -5
His movement was rather limited with the arrow in his shoulder, the elf unable to lift very high with his left arm without unfortunately causing a bit of pain. He powered through it though, adjusting accordingly as he fought off the two guards. Thankfully one was quite weakened due to the injury he'd sustained, though the other had worked about, trying to get an angle on the elf. He'd almost had it, but fortunately a spell in his direction had caused the guard to stop, not powerful enough to harm him, but at least enough to give Fenris a chance to evade, swinging his sword to strike while he was incapacitated. It hit, the blade sinking deep into the man's side, but not completely going through. Not a clean death, but there was little chance he'd be surviving that wound, the man crying out in pain as he fell to the ground. Not wanting to make the same mistake again, Fenris prepared a finishing blow, only for the other guard to rush him. The warrior's tattoos began to glow and in a flash, all movement between them had stopped. His blade had stabbed through the wounded guard's chest, a calculated strike to the heart, and the remaining guard had frozen in fear as Fenris' free hand had phased right into his head. Not even a second later and it'd solidified. There was no chance for survival. The wounded elf panted as he ripped his hand from the man's skull, letting him drop to the floor gracelessly. At the moment, it appeared they'd come out victorious, Fenris seeing no sign of anyone else in the cave, but noting that it went even deeper still, where other's may have escaped. Instead of finding out for sure, Fenris retrieved his sword with a grunt before making his way over to where Zaria had been. "Hawke?" he called, worry etched in his tone. Things had gone wrong, but hopefully not fatally so. |
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Post by Zaria Hawke on May 17, 2016 18:22:14 GMT -5
She smiled tiredly when Fenris dispatched the last two slavers. She shifted her attention from him to her leg, which appeared to be stained red but didn't seem to be bleeding anymore. She breathed a sigh of relief at that. Then she heard Fenris speak, and she looked back up at him.
"I've healed it as good as I can," she told him slowly. Did she sound as tired as she felt? "It'll leave a scar, but everything should still work. I'll live. How's your shoulder?" She hadn't seen him remove the arrow, but it was possible she'd missed it. There was worry in her eyes that echoed what she'd heard in his voice. It was because she got hurt that he was distracted. Her inattentiveness got him hurt too.
She sighed. "I'm sorry Fenris," she said after a moment. "My inattention got you hurt too..." She finally allowed herself to embrace the feelings she'd been trying to fight back, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. "That girl... Fenris, that girl looked like Bethany," she explained after a moment, her voice cracking. "She looked like my little sister did at that age... and I couldn't save her." She hadn't been able to protect either of the twins before, and this time had been no different. She hadn't been able to protect any of them.
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Post by Fenris on May 17, 2016 19:10:24 GMT -5
Fortunately she was alright... Now, at least. His eyes went to her leg, and then of course to the shattered glass that was once a bottle of lyrium. She'd healed herself, at a cost of course. She was looking rather pale and he knew well enough that meant she'd over exerted herself. He supposed their "fun" was over for today, neither of them really in the best condition to be chasing down runaway slavers. He didn't like the idea of letting them run free, but if they were wise, they wouldn't return. If not, well, he'd be waiting as always. He sighed in relief as she assured him she'd be fine, still naturally worried, but confident in her claim that she'd live. Both of them would. And at the mention of his shoulder, he looked to his left, turning a bit to make the arrow sticking out more noticeable. "I'll be fine." he assures. As far as he could tell, it hadn't hit anything serious, but there was the simple matter of getting it out, which was not something he looked too forward to. "... I may need your help pushing it through, however." He didn't appear to be looking too forward to that, but he couldn't simply let it stay in there forever either, not when he could barely hold up his sword. The tips of arrows were a bit tricky, and pulling it out would only cause more damage. No magic, he doubted she was even capable of it at this point anyway. Her apology caught the elf off guard, Fenris quirking a brow in questioning as she apologized for getting him hurt. He supposed it was true. He hadn't seen what exactly had occurred to get her attacked like that, but her cry had caught his attention. "The fault is my own." he corrects, as far as the arrow was concerned. He let his emotions get the best of him and didn't think as clearly as he should have. "You survived, that's all that matters." he goes further. It may not make her feel any less to blame, but it was the truth as far as he was concerned. But then she shed a tear, the elf frowning before carefully crouching down before her, setting his sword aside. At first he had no idea what had caused her to be so upset, but as she explained, he finally understood why that child's death had shaken her so badly. "Zaria... I'm sorry..." he sympathized. But before she could beat herself up too much about it, his frown had turned to a slight scowl. "But you can't blame yourself for what happened." he insisted. Were he regarding the child or his sister, it didn't particularly matter as it still applied either way in his mind. |
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Post by Zaria Hawke on May 17, 2016 19:56:44 GMT -5
"Push it through?" she echoed. "Fenris, that's your shoulder blade. A solid plate of bone. You try to push it through that bone and you won't be able to use that arm again, even with magic." Not for the first time, Zaria wished she'd paid more attention to Anders when he talked about healing spells. She could always ask a spirit how to pull it out, but she doubted she'd have the energy to actually cast the spell. "There's healers in Amaranthine. Cut the fletch and bandage ourselves up, and we can go see those healers... I wouldn't be able to cast the right spell right now even if I did know it," she admitted with a sigh. She needed a real healer to look at her leg anyway.
"We should let the arl know he's got slavers somewhere in his lands too," she continued. "And we need to get those people out of here." She pulled out the dagger she always carried. Her hands were shaking a little, but Fenris couldn't cut the end off the arrow by himself. She wouldn't cut it too close, of course, but leaving it as it was would just be asking for trouble. She didn't respond when he said she didn't have to apologize. She hadn't been focused, and one of them had gotten behind her and wounded her. If she had stayed focused, he wouldn't have felt the need to rush over to her. But he was partially right. They were alive, and that was what mattered.
She looked away when he said she couldn't blame herself. She had no reason to, this time. "Yeah... It was the slavers who killed that girl," she muttered. "We should check the room before we leave, see if there's any clues to where they might be going. A note, a map, anything. Even if we can't fight them, we can at least let someone else know," she said, changing the subject. She wasn't going to be able to fight for a good week at least, with this injury. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to bandage her leg though.
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Post by Fenris on May 17, 2016 20:39:24 GMT -5
She doubts his plan, and she backs it up with enough evidence. He knew she was right, but perhaps he was hopeful there was still an easier way. The alternative would be of course carving enough space so that it could be pulled out safer. A much more tedious process that he was in no mood for, for various reasons. "Kaffas..." he hisses under his breath. It could have been far worse, he kept reminding himself. But at the mention of healers he seemed rather skeptical, and she had to have known he'd have his doubts. At the same time, he didn't have much choice in the matter, unless he planned to rip it out himself, which admittedly was quite tempting. "I wouldn't want you wasting your energy anyway." he points out when she suggests healing him herself. She already looked on the verge of passing out. At any rate, he agreed to getting themselves together and getting out of this place while they were still in one piece. At the mention of reporting to an arl, Fenris merely nodded, though both knew well enough she would mostly do the talking while he "brooded" as many people seemed to insist upon. As far as the people still waiting for safe assurance, he looked towards the direction of the cells further back. "I'll be surprised if many stayed behind." he admits. There would be a few of the meek who would stay, surely, but those who were frightened by their fighting likely made a break for it at the earliest given opportunity. Not that he could blame them of course. Why not run when freedom was just within your grasp? Either way, he seemed to agree with her course of action so far, staying as still as he could as she worked to cut the fletching, wincing a bit when she'd take hold and begin to cut it. He was going to be holding a grudge towards any archer he came across for a while now, ally or not. She unfortunately hadn't seemed too comforted by his words, and though a tad frustrated by it, he simply accepted the fact that not everything could be solved with words. Hopefully in time she'd be able to forgive herself. "They wont get away with it." he assured. Once he healed up, he'd undoubtedly start tracking them down, determined as always to rid the world of slavers and magisters alike. This is of course why he agrees to her plans, though he decides to keep his own to himself. "Are you going to be able to walk?" he asked, still concerned about her leg. "If you need a moment, I can look around." he offers, figuring she may as well conserve all the energy he could. He was recovering, little by little. He wouldn't be fighting properly, of course, but it seemed any slavers that were once here were already long gone, so he doubted that much would be an issue. |
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Post by Zaria Hawke on May 18, 2016 0:03:05 GMT -5
"I know you don't like them Fenris, but I can't wait until we get back to Kirkwall to have my leg looked at," she reminded him. And it was true. She'd healed most of the damage, but infection was still a real possibility. "Besides, you shouldn't be going anywhere until that arrow's out." She looked at the final lyrium potion in her hand, debating whether she should drink it too. After a minute, she returned it to its place on her belt. It wasn't worth it.
He assured her that the slavers wouldn't get away, and she just nodded in response. She appreciated that he had stopped trying to soothe her with words. She looked down at her leg again, then pushed herself up enough to get the other under her. She used the wall to stand, hesitantly testing whether her leg would hold her weight. "I won't be able to do much else, but I should be okay walking," she told him. "Might need some help though, once we get to the exit." She glanced over again at his shoulder. She knew it would hurt him to help her walk.
She looked through the entryway into the room, using the wall to help her limp inside. She didn't go too far in, though, not wanting to tire herself out too much. "The usual places for the clues we're looking for would be desks or other tables, or something with a drawer," she said, more to herself than to him. "Maybe up above where the archers were waiting for us." She reached for a different bottle on her belt, popping open the red potion and downing it. After a moment, she winced as the dull throbbing in her leg made itself more pronounced, and her lightheadedness faded. Hopefully the potion would keep her aware enough to get to Amaranthine, at least.
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Post by Fenris on May 18, 2016 1:29:27 GMT -5
Oh he certainly had no problem with taking her to get checked out. In fact, dealing with mages for her benefit was about the only time he'd act civil, and even then it depended on circumstance. In this case, however, he was willing to do whatever it took to make sure she got out mostly unscathed, feeling at fault for not being able to prevent her from getting hurt. But that didn't necessarily mean he was about to willingly allow himself to be treated. If anything, he'd find someone to take the arrow out and then figure out things from there, his distrust towards mages far too deep. He decides not to say anything though, offering no complaint and assuming the matter settled. They'd go, she'd be healed properly, and then they could carry on to Kirkwall to get chewed out by Aveline. "Don't push yourself." he advised, watching as she took careful steps to test her weight. She didn't seem too sure footed, but while their walk back to Amaranthine may take a bit, he doubted they'd run into much trouble. As far as offering assistance, well that didn't even need to be said. Injured or not, he'd support her in any way he could because he was a foolish man who fell for such a stubborn mage. He merely rolled his eyes at the thought, waiting to be sure she would be fine before he'd start heading into the room, ignoring the bodies that were scattered as he began his search. Fenris heeded her statement, checking about for any place that notes or other clues could be. Naturally he might have to rely on her for the former, not quite literate, but he was at least aware of certain words that could offer some sort of lead. Unfortunately, he was starting to think the search would turn out fruitless, the elf even checking the bodies for any sort of notes (and may have taken a few coins off their persons since they no longer had use for them). Naturally it was the final corpse that would have something of note, Fenris nearly overlooking the crumbled paper in the man's hand. The elf unraveled it, careful to not tear it if it were of value. "I think I've got something." he announced as he crossed his way over to Hawke, handing her the piece of paper that offered absolutely nothing to him. He could make out one or two words, but nothing that really made much sense. |
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Post by Zaria Hawke on May 24, 2016 15:53:59 GMT -5
She watched as he went first around the room, then checked the bodies. She knew there would be nothing worthwhile on the one she'd burned, there wasn't much left of him let alone anything he'd had. But Fenris managed to find something on one of the others and brought it over to her.
"Ug, these guys have terrible handwriting," she muttered, looking down at the note. "Is that... Highever? They're operating out of Highever?" She sounded like she didn't believe the note she was reading. "Looks like I've got another letter to write later. Or maybe the arl can do that for me." She put the note in her pocket, planning on attempting to read the rest later. "For now, let's make sure the others got out." She sighed softly, then limped back out of the room toward the tunnel, still using the wall to help her. She stopped at the branching tunnel that led to the room where they'd found the slavers' victims, unable to make herself go down the tunnel. She glanced over at Fenris without saying anything. She just couldn't do it. She couldn't make herself go down the tunnel and look at the girl's face again. Not now.
It wasn't like she actually expected anyone to still be there, after the noise their fight had caused, but she had to be sure. What if one of the slavers had gone around somehow and gotten to their captives?
Sometimes she really hated having to play the hero, but she wouldn't really trust it to anyone else. With a few exceptions.
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Post by Fenris on May 24, 2016 16:51:44 GMT -5
Terrible in general, but yes, he wouldn't deny their faulty handwriting. In fact he'd just include that as another reason he couldn't read it. At the mention of Highever, however, Fenris tilt his head a bit, seeming rather surprised himself, though perhaps not as doubtful as Hawke clearly was. That just may have been due to his cynicism of course, but he had very little hopes for good to come out of anyone, especially not those of power who could easily be corrupted. Of course the ruling Teyrn could have simply been unaware of the happenings, if the note were to be true, but Fenris would always remain a pessimist, simply because he was less likely to be disappointed that way. "We can figure it out once we are out of here." he suggests, not really wishing to linger too long in their current state. He was still convinced he could handle himself, though the same couldn't be said for Zaria, seeing as she could barely stand on her own. Reluctantly, he'd have to give up this hunt for now and carry on as soon as he was ready and able. As they headed back down the tunnel they had entered, Fenris kept a close eye on Hawke to make sure she didn't stumble and fall. Once they reached the branching paths, he watched her pause and could see the reluctance on her face. It didn't take much to put it together. The two didn't even have to say anything, for as soon as Hawke gave him that look, the elf nodded in understanding. "Stay here. I'll be back in a moment." And with that he started off down the cave, listening for anything that could mean trouble. For a moment he'd heard nothing and wasn't sure whether to be relieved or concerned, but when he arrived he found the cell empty, save for a few people who froze in fear at the sight of him, having mistakenly thought he was a guard for a moment. "It's safe." he stated, calmly but with enough force to snap them out of their stupor before gesturing with a nod for them to get out. They seemed rather frightened, rather than relieved, though this was not something the elf was foreign to. He noticed the way they stared as they walked past him, those cursed markings surely to blame. He didn't concern himself too much with it though, simply waiting for them to clear out so he could return to Hawke. As the small group of people cleared the cell, Fenris noticed with uneasiness that the body of the girl was gone. Had someone taken her while they were busy fighting? A possibility, he supposed, but he had some doubts. Though he thought to ask, he ended up deciding against it for now. As cold as it might have seemed, she was merely a corpse by then. There wasn't much to be done with her by that point and it was probably best if Zaria wouldn't have to see her again. With that settled, he followed after the group and soon enough, they'd all meet up with Hawke at the branching paths. |
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Post by Varalas Mahariel on May 24, 2016 20:56:17 GMT -5
[attr="class","dilyrics"]Run away, away with me. Lost souls and reverie.[attr="class","dilyric"]Running wild and running free. | [attr="class","dibody3"]Varalas didn't like this. While at one point, he too had played the role of vigilante and hunted down criminals without legal right, killing them without trial, that had been a time of war. The blight threatened Ferelden's very existence and Varalas didn't have time for things like laws or the criminals who stood in their way. At the moment though, there was no blight and they were not yet at war. Although, he didn't yet have proof that the visiting Champion of Kirkwall and her companion had actually committed a crime. Rumors just spoke of their presence and interest in slavers. However, if they hadn't yet found and killed the slavers, then it was only a matter of time.
Varalas was already aware of the slavers on his land. He had already begun to take action against them. He even knew where they were based, but was Hawke there? Judging the corpse in front of the cave, Varalas guessed yes. "Search the cave and help any survivors." He addressed the five soldiers he'd brought with him, "Hawke came here and undermined my authority. We don't know if they'll attack on sight or talk. Do not attack unless attack—" He stopped speaking at the sight of people stumbling through the cave. A few guards raised their weapons in preparation purely on reflex, causing the would-be slaves to real back and throw their hands into the air. "Relax. Is Hawke inside still?" He gestured to the guards to lower their weapons while keeping his eyes on the freed prisoners. There were mostly shrugs and various statements along the lines of "I don't know who they were but they're still in there." It was good enough for Varalas. Someone, at least, was inside. "Nikolas, Sal." Two soldiers stepped forward, "Escort them to Vigil's Keep. Give them medical attention, food, and drink. The rest of you, come." He walked around the slaves and into the cave, the three remaining guards close behind.
It didn't take long at all to locate Hawke, thankfully. "Hawke, I presume? And...Fenris? Merrill has spoken fondly of you both in letters. A pity our meeting couldn't have been on better terms. Jay, find him." The soldier nodded and slipped past Hawke and Fenris, walking briskly deeper into the cave and stopping to inspect any corpse she came across. Varalas returned his attention to Hawke and Fenris. "I'm Varalas, the Arl of Amaranthine and I do hope you realize that what you've done is incredibly illegal. Not only did you kill criminals on my land without my permission, but you may have completely ruined our investigation. I had a man inside this group, trying to locate the ones at the center of this ring. For your sake, I hope Jay doesn't find him among the corpses here." He paused for a moment, allowing a smile to form on his lips. It wasn't particularly welcoming or kind. "I would hate to arrest the Champion of Kirkwall, after all. I don't know if Merrill would forgive me. Either way, I can't just let you leave. I can't have people thinking they can deal with criminals on their own, after all. You will come with us to Vigil's Keep, you will receive medical attention, and we will talk. Is that clear?"
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Post by Zaria Hawke on May 24, 2016 21:48:27 GMT -5
She nodded silently when he told her to stay put, glad that he was able to understand without her saying anything. She watched as he went into the tunnel, and the few remaining captives scurried out. She pointed them in the direction of the exit, and they nodded their thanks before quickly moving on. Soon enough, Fenris was at her side again, and they continued down the tunnel. After a few more minutes, though, Zaria found she needed more than just the wall, and ended up with one arm over Fenris's shoulders.
She didn't say anything though. She knew his shoulder must be hurting, and she glanced over at the blood that ran from the wound, but she kept quiet. This wasn't the time for one of their arguments.
Something was shimmering at the end of the tunnel, almost like sunlight glinting off full metal armor. The dark-skinned elf spoke then, and at the mention of Merrill, Zaria knew who it must be.
"That makes you Merrill's friend, Mahariel," she realized. She was going to formally introduce herself, but he started talking again. Guess it was time for accusations first, then. She narrowed her eyes at the other elf. "Did you know they were working out of Kirkwall too?" she asked, her voice dangerously low. It was an empty threat, of course, no way could she fight a well-rested soldier in her condition. "Guard-Captain Aveline requested my assistance in tracking them down. Some of their captives were Kirkwallers, my people." She cut herself off with a sharp breath, wincing as pain shot through her leg.
"Okay, we can be angry at each other later. If you had someone inside, odds are he escaped with the others," she informed him, reaching for the note in her pocket. "Fenris found this on one of the bodies. It mentions something about Highever." She offered him the note, which she had been unable to read. She decided not to point out what both she and Fenris knew to be true. If Zaria hadn't come, there was no way Varalas's inside man would've survived. But mentioning that would probably just make both elves angry, and she didn't feel like dealing with that right now.
Odds are there was a lecture from Aveline to follow upon their return to Kirkwall, and that was assuming they hadn't pissed off the most influential man in Amaranthine enough for him to detain them both. Isabela and Varric would just want the story, and Merrill... Well, Zaria would be able to surprise Merrill with the info that she'd actually gotten to meet the mysterious Mahariel that both she and Anders had talked about.
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Post by Fenris on May 24, 2016 22:29:42 GMT -5
Though disappointed that they hadn't come out with the best of results, Fenris was just relieved to know they could get out of this smelly cave and relax a bit. Though he kept it very well hidden, that arrow in his shoulder was just a constant pain that even he was having a hard time tolerating, as he swore it was digging deeper with the slightest of movement. So he left that arm lax at his side, while his other wrapped around Hawke's waist as she relied on him for support, biting back a hiss at first when she tossed an arm over his shoulders. Nothing could ever be easy though, and as they approached the exit, Fenris' eyes narrowed. Had he not been holding Hawke, he would have surely went for his sword, prepared to fight these men off, hardly concerned as to whether they were on "their side" or not. He kept quiet for now though, observing as the dark skinned elf regarded himself and Zaria, even mentioning Merrill. It hadn't taken much to come to the conclusion of who this man was, but that didn't quite cause him to be any less hostile. A soldier called Jay would slink past them, off to find "him" though not without receiving a warning glare from Fenris as she walked too close. "Funny... I didn't realize the Arl of Amaranthine would be in the business of protecting slavers." he snarled, not amused by the fact the man was bringing in law to the equation. But then Varalas went further to explain who this man they were looking for was, warning them about what his death could cause them. "And what of the death of the girl?" he asks, though the man wouldn't even know what he was referring to. "Your man allowed them to kill her, so I'd hardly regret killing him." the elf offered, not seeming too concerned with being pegged as a criminal for killing the Arl's own spy. He was still wanted in Tevinter, after all, and allowing the death of an innocent was rather unforgivable in his mind, their supposed mission be damned. Fortunately before Fenris could go off any further, Hawke took a sharp breath and he turned his attention over to her, concern replacing his anger momentarily. They didn't have time for this. But unfortunately for them, Varalas had decided that they were to accompany him, stating he couldn't simply let them leave. Did he intend to use force? Because, honestly, the pale-haired elf didn't seem too interested in the polite offer. "And if we refuse?" he decides to question. He wouldn't be able to gather his sword in time were a fight to ensue, but he had other methods at his disposal, and his markings were already taking on a faint glow, as if preparing for the worst. He'd never met this legendary elf, but needless to say he hadn't the greatest impression of him so far. "I think Merrill will be the least of your concerns." he points out. The guy was just not looking too favorably to him at the moment. Not only was he judging them for their actions, but he had the foolish notion that he could simply order them around and even worse yet he was threatening Hawke. in which Fenris doesn't know how to shut up rip |
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Post by Varalas Mahariel on May 24, 2016 23:10:07 GMT -5
[attr="class","dilyrics"]Run away, away with me. Lost souls and reverie.[attr="class","dilyric"]Running wild and running free. | [attr="class","dibody3"]"Protecting slavers?" He scoffed at the notion, "No, not at all. Had I had it my way, I assure you their death would have been significantly slower and significantly more painful. And regardless of where they were working out of, Hawke, the moment they entered Ferelden they became an issue for Ferelden to deal with. When they entered Amaranthine, they became my issue. You committed a crime because you decided it better to deal with this issue yourself rather than come to me about it. That is the fact of the matter." He paused to take the note from Hawke and read it over. He didn't, however, comment on it, instead folding it up neatly and tucking it away in his pocket. He looked up again as he heard footsteps, looking past Hawke and Fenris.
"He's not here, ser. He either wasn't here when it happened or he fled." Jay reported once close enough, "And there are no survivors further in. Everyone is dead." Varalas nodded and thanked her.
"Lucky. That means I don't have to arrest you just yet. As for this death of a girl, I haven't heard of it. Don't make assumptions without context, though. If he was involved, then it will be dealt with, but unless there is proof that he was I won't have you making a move against one of my men." He shifted his weight and rested his hands on the pommels of the daggers at his hips, "And don't misunderstand: You don't have a choice in the matter. You will come to Vigil's Keep, but I hope you will come without binds on your wrists. And be aware, attacking me is a much more serious crime than this one. I doubt King Alistair would take kindly to you attacking me. I doubt anyone in Ferelden would. Is that really what you want to add to your legacies? Attacking, perhaps even killing, the Hero of Ferelden? You would deal with not only Ferelden, but the Wardens, too. Do you really want that? I—" He stopped himself and glowered at them. With a frustrated sigh, he rubbed his eyes. He was getting too angry. Not that his anger wasn't warranted, but now just wasn't the time for it. He needed to prevent a fight as well as ensure their cooperation, ideally without force. "I'm not arresting you, but I can't just let you walk away from this, you understand. I'm giving you free board, food, drink, and medical attention. I am also offering you the opportunity to get out of this without too much of a penalty. This doesn't have to be messy. All you have to do is come with us to Vigil's Keep, sit down, and talk with me for a little bit."
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Post by Zaria Hawke on May 25, 2016 0:17:57 GMT -5
Zaria placed her free hand lightly on Fenris's chest when he began to get snappy. She appreciated him mentioning the girl, but she knew that tone wasn't going to help their case.
And then Varalas began to speak again. She shot him a glare, eyes flashing dangerously against her unnaturally pale face. "You would have me abandon my people?" she accused, a bite in her tired voice. "Like you did when the sky was torn open? I will not leave my people to their deaths." She hadn't abandoned Kirkwall during the Qunari uprising, or when Meredith went mad. She wasn't going to leave them to slavers if she could avoid it. There was the slightest tingle of latent magic in the air, but she was too weak for it to turn into the usual sparks of electricity that resulted from her anger. Instead, the magic just seemed to thicken the air around them, and she caught wary looks from a few of Varalas's men.
"You sound just like Meredith," she muttered darkly. "Using your name to push people around. I can do it too." She was glaring at him still. "I don't think Viscount Varric would be happy to hear of my death, especially at the hands of a Warden. I can guarantee Aveline would come after you, with the full force of Kirkwall's guard behind her. You wouldn't have to just deal with Kirkwall, but mages around Thedas. And Ferelden can't afford to fight a war on two fronts." While she liked to stay out of politics, she could push her weight around when she needed to.
"You aren't exactly presenting your case very well," she countered. "But you've been in politics longer than I have. You're not exactly the most popular person in all of Thedas, even if you did kill the archdemon. You know it'll just make things worse for you if the people of Amaranthine see you taking the Champion to Vigil's Keep injured and in chains." Not to mention that if anyone hurt her, Fenris would retaliate automatically. "The tales said you were smart enough to survive among the Ferelden dog lords at the Landsmeet..." Her words faded as she closed her eyes, her hands clenching into fists against the sudden dizziness that hit her, leaning heavily on Fenris as she lost her balance. The latent magical energy that had been hanging in the air dissipated quickly, a sure sign of her exhaustion.
"Sorry," she muttered quickly. "Guess trying to heal myself took more out of me than I thought." She steadied herself again, less weight on her injured leg than before, then looked back over at Varalas. "Fine," she gave in. "We'll go with you. But only because we both need healers." And she needed at least a few days of rest before she tried to go anywhere, given her present condition. Hopefully Fenris would at least agree to cooperate for her sake. "Ug... Aveline is going to have my head when we get back..." she muttered under her breath.
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Post by Fenris on May 25, 2016 0:47:39 GMT -5
Fenris didn't seem too pleased with the other elf's claim, not necessarily because he disagreed, since by his words, he seemed like he wanted to make them suffer just as much as Fenris did. Rather he was more upset with his approach, on top of the fact that he was chastising the duo for pretty much helping their cause. Though evidently it could be argued that it was the opposite, considering it might have gone against Varalas' plans. Regardless, Fenris didn't seem too concerned with these politics or whatnot, and his motivation to go against the slavers was a personal one. Those who got in the way of things became his enemy. If nothing else, there seemed to be good news regarding the spy at least, the man not being one of the many slavers they'd slaughtered, though Fenris still didn't like the other's tone very much. He doesn't say anything, however, as Zaria seems to notice his rising temper, and the hand on his chest makes any would be words fall flat. There was also the matter of him not having any real argument against his claim. There was no proof, but even if he wasn't directly involved, if he was there when it happened, and didn't try to stop the murder, then he was just as guilty as far as he was concerned. But that was an argument that wasn't worth getting into right now. He did however find reason to argue when the man insisted they had no choice in leaving with him, even bringing up binds which seemed to have visibly struck a cord with the Tevinter elf. Before he could even give the elf a piece of his mind, Hawke had instead stepped in and all of the sudden it became a pissing contest as to who's name had the most power, an argument that actually annoyed Fenris more than anything. He kept his mouth shut, knowing better than to try to stop her once she got going, but when she tired out, even leaning on him a bit more and causing him to wince, it seemed enough was enough and she apologized. Fenris adjusted his hold on her to ensure she didn't fall. All the more reason they shouldn't get into this. The longer they held off healing, the worse she may get. His brows furrowed at the thought, not any happier about cooperating. Varalas at least makes the situation seem a bit less forceful, insisting he was doing them a service, though Fenris for the most part would remain cynical. So when Zaria agrees to go with him, Fenris reluctantly offers no complaint to it. "Healing first." is his only condition, as he's obviously more concerned with Hawke's well-being above all else. He'd behave, for now. But his patience was already worn thin, and he couldn't promise that he wouldn't snap if pushed too far. "And if this turns out to be some trick, I promise you'll regret it." he warns. He wasn't about to accept punishment for his actions, as he didn't regret what happened one bit. And as far as Hawke getting in trouble for this, he'd rather avoid that as well. If not for personal reasons, than certainly for the fact that Aveline would probably kill him first. He always did say Zaria would be the death of him. He sighed at the thought, waiting for their lead. |
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