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Post by Varalas Mahariel on May 25, 2016 2:03:52 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"]"Abandon my people? Is that what you think I—" He was shouting, he realized, and with that realization he snapped his mouth shut. He wasn't going to lose control. A sharp breath in through his nose and shakily exhaled. "No one was or is asking you to leave them." He spoke with force evenness, "Had you spoken to me before you did this, we easily could have arranged something that benefited us both. And I have no intention of killing you because, as you said, it would cause significant trouble. I have no intention of making Alistair's job harder. All I have threatened you with is arrest, not murder. Your friend on the other hand seems rather intent to physically fight me, if he were able." He looked sharply at Fenris. Another sharp sigh. "You have a point, though. It wouldn't look good for me to drag you to Vigil's Keep in chains and I wasn't joking when I said I would hate to have to arrest you. But as Arl, I can't just let you walk out of here. You broke the law and I have a duty." He had wanted this to go smoothly, but he'd approached it wrong and now he was far more frustrated than he wanted to be. The stress of this added onto his already high levels was surely taking years off what little time he had left to live. He sighed almost in relief as Hawke finally said she would come with and Fenris seemed to more or less agree as well. "Yes, because I would willingly withhold medical attention." He sarcastically quipped, "I'm not heartless. I'm just trying to do my job." Not that these two would understand that. They seemed to think they were above the law, that he was in the wrong for this. How the fuck was Merrill friends with these two? Well, then again, Merrill could get along with just about anyone. "The Keep isn't exactly very close and you're both injured." Varalas was beginning to calm now that they had agreed to come. He thought for a moment as he made his way out of the cave, expecting the others to follow, "Jay, Alden, either of you mind walking back?"
"I'll walk. Fucking hate riding." Alden replied. Varalas could certainly relate to his distaste towards riding. He preferred to walk since it hurt his ass far less and he found that he wasn't as stiff when he walked for several hours versus rode for several hours.
"Are you two fit to ride?" Varalas glanced back at Hawke and Fenris, "Or rather, can you at least get on a horse. As long as you can get on and stay on we'll lead you to the keep." As he and the soldiers exited the cave, Alden stepped away and returned a moment or two later with his horse and Varalas'. He bantered idly and quietly with Jay and the third soldier, both asking if Alden was gonna get their horses as well. Alden insisted they could get them themselves. "The saddles aren't big enough for the both of you, so one of you can ride on Alden's and the other on mine."
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Post by Zaria Hawke on Jun 4, 2016 17:55:06 GMT -5
Zaria glanced over at Fenris when he spoke. "You're in no condition to fight," she whispered, worry written on her face. She returned her gaze to Varalas when he began to speak again, raising an eyebrow and actually laughing at the mention of horses. It was a weak, somewhat breathless laugh, but it was there nonetheless.
"I can barely stand up straight," she said, pointing out what she assumed was obvious. "I used too much energy trying to heal my leg enough to save it..." She winced at the pain that ran through her head again. "Short answer, I doubt I could stay on a horse in my condition." She had her hand once again on Fenris's chest, more to help stabilize herself now than anything else.
She was trying to hide it, but her condition was just getting worse. Her breathing was gradually becoming more ragged, and her skin was cool and clammy, but she felt like she was starting to run a fever at the same time. If she wasn't careful, she was going to pass out soon. It was an odd combination of symptoms that only happened when she had too much lyrium in a small period of time, and had used too much magic at once. An idle thought crossed her mind, where she was glad that she hadn't taken the last of her lyrium potions. If she had more, she knew her fever would go up and her chills would get worse. As it was, if she passed out she'd probably stay unconscious for at least eight hours.
I haven't felt like this since the battle with Meredith, she thought idly. She'd come close to this after the battle with the Arishok, the very fight that had gotten her named Champion, but she'd been much more careful since then. Well, she tried to be, at least.
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Post by Fenris on Jun 5, 2016 13:10:44 GMT -5
Intent, was he? Of course. Varalas was no fool in that regard, at least, and Fenris merely offered a grunt in response. "You haven't given me much reason not to." he explains. It could be far worse, he supposed, and it probably would have gone more smoothly had they not already been a bit hostile, but it was too late for that and naturally he was going to fight for Hawke, especially when she could barely keep herself upright. Needless to say, Fenris really didn't like this other elf's tone and didn't seem all that concerned with whatever power he had over this region. Fortunately as prepared as he was to continue arguing, Zaria had insisted that he shouldn't, stating that he wasn't in the condition to do so. They both knew well enough he could and would fight, regardless of whether he was on his last breath. But for the sake of them getting out of here, he very reluctantly agreed to cooperate, or at the very least not try to fight the other elf long enough that they could get some medical attention. Emphasis on try as the sarcastic response was not at all appreciated, but he bit his tongue and merely glared. The problem was, the elves were probably too similar for their own good, only this guy wasn't injured and had soldiers to back him up. Fenris knew when to choose his battles and unfortunately now was not the time, so he resigned to swallowing his pride, a difficult task quite honestly. At the mention of riding, Fenris' glance turned over towards the horses, seeming a bit uncertain about the situation. Like many things, Fenris hadn't actually learned how to ride a horse, not being something he was permitted to. When was a slave going to be riding anything anyway? It seemed Hawke was relatively on the same page, though her excuse was simply her not being able to stay on when she could barely keep herself upright. It made sense and as she leaned into him more, steadying herself, he realized she was only getting worse. Naturally, it made him rather worried and the concern was written on his face. He seemed to be thinking something then, weighing his options, before he decided to take action. Ready or not, Fenris reached around to try and lift her up in his arms, gritting his teeth as the weight on his injured arm had only made the pain flare worse. He fought through it though, managing to lift her up, his markings glowing faintly as he adjusted his footing and made sure he was steady so that they both didn't end up falling over. The elven warrior was stronger than he looked. "My legs still work." he insists. The arrow, though certainly painful, wasn't the worst thing he'd experienced and soon his pain tolerance would kick in and he'd numb to the pain in his arm. He didn't know how long the walk would be, but seeing as neither of them were likely to get far on horseback, it was really the only option he'd decided. "Let's get this over with." he muttered towards Varalas, already feeling quite impatient. |
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Post by Varalas Mahariel on Jun 10, 2016 17:37:50 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 scowled. This was turning out more and more difficult than he'd wanted. Carrying Hawke to Vigil's Keep or Amaranthine would simply take too long. The group also didn't have a healer with them anymore, Varalas having sent Sal off with Nikolas and the freed slaves. A poor decision on his part, perhaps. "Jay, Alden." He barked suddenly, catching their attention, "Jay, ride to the keep and fetch a healer. If you pass Sal and he's able to return, tell him to, but keep riding. Alden, go to Amaranthine and do the same." There was a healer always at the ready in the Keep, but it was farther away than Amaranthine. On the other hand, Amaranthine was closer but finding a healer there would be more difficult. Perhaps The two soldiers wasted no time with formalities, with confirming their orders and the like, and instead mounted quickly and took off. "Sit, rest." Varalas said to Hawke and Fenris, "And don't remove that arrow." He wasn't sure how much experience Fenris had with arrow wounds, but he'd done himself well for not removing it. Nonetheless, Varalas wanted to ensure that Fenris didn't get antsy and try to remove it himself before a healer arrived. If simply pulled out, the arrow could do more damage to Fenris' arm. That was assuming the arrowhead hadn't lodged itself into his bone. "Try to keep your arm still. Agitating the arrow may make the injury worse." Even if they'd encountered countless archers in the past, it didn't mean that they knew how to properly remove them. Varalas wanted to be safe.
Varalas remained standing regardless of whether they stood or sat, detaching the waterskin hanging from his horse's saddle and handing it to them. "We didn't bring food, but drink as much water as you need." He said before turning and walking towards the last guard of the group. He'd come with five and now he'd sent four of them off. Nikolas and Sal with the prisoners, then Jay and Alden for healers. While appearing engaged with the soldier, he kept a part of his attention on Fenris, watching for sudden movements or anything suggesting he might attack. If he was going to attack, now would simply be his best his opportunity to and Varalas knew better than to assume him unable to fight due to his injuries. People fight harder the more they feel their life or their loved one's life is in danger.
At the sound of a horse rapidly approaching some fifteen, twenty minutes later, Varalas did not relax. His hands loosely gripped his daggers and spread his feet slightly. Ready, he was always ready, always prepared for an attack, for a worst case scenario. As Sal and his horse broke through the trees and brush, Varalas finally relaxed. "Hawke and Fenris need treatment." Varalas explained as the mage dismounted. Sal worked on Hawke first.
"Lyrium overdose and over exertion, plus general battle injuries." Sal reported to Varalas as he worked on Hawke, "You should take it easy on the lyrium, ma'am. You ought to know how dangerous that stuff can be. I can't get all the lyrium out of your system, so please take it easy for a few hours." He shifted to face Fenris. "Removing that arrow is going to hurt. Are you ready?"
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Post by Zaria Hawke on Jun 11, 2016 19:14:25 GMT -5
She wasn't prepared for him to pick her up, and she cried out in surprise when he did, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. She was blushing brightly as he held her in his arms. "Fenris, your shoulder!" she protested. She knew he wouldn't do anything, of course. Her protests had never changed his mind when he was worried about her. She sighed and allowed herself to relax in his arms, but the pain from her leg kept her somewhat tense.
"Fenris, just put me down, please," she requested after Varalas sent for a healer. Fenris eventually complied. He helped her sit down on a rock outside the cave. Her injured leg was stuck out before her, and she looked up at Varalas. She reached into the bag at her hip and pulled out a roll of bandages, but her hands were shaking so bad that she couldn't bandage her leg on her own.
When the healer returned, she laughed breathlessly. "Didn't have much of a choice," she admitted. "It was either take a little too much lyrium, or risk death by blood loss from my leg. The slaver's sword went so deep it scratched the bone," she informed the healer, Sal. "I'd rather black out or deal with headaches for a few days than risk losing a limb, or my life." She glanced at Fenris, knowing what his reaction would've been if she had died. He would've hunted down the slavers until every single one of them was dead. Even if it killed him too.
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Post by Fenris on Jun 11, 2016 20:06:56 GMT -5
It seemed walking was no longer an option, which admittedly Fenris was actually grateful for. While he was more than willing to push through it, and was more than capable of actually carrying his mage lover, the strain on his arm would only worsen the longer he had weight on it, though of course it was a risk he'd been willing to take. So he said nothing when Varalas ordered they sit and rest, hesitating for only a moment before finally lowering her back down after her insistence, going one step further to sit her down ontop of a nearby rock, though he himself straightened up again, not willing to let his guard down completely, regardless of whether or not these guys were friend or foe at the moment. They were already too vulnerable as it was, he didn't want to worsen it by foolishly trusting them. With the weight off his arm, Fenris gingerly reached up and rubbed his shoulder and held his arm to his side, as if it'd relieve the stiffness. He wouldn't be admitting to being in pain anytime soon, and managed to keep a decent poker-face for the most part, only wincing every now and then when the pain intesified. He didn't know how deep it was, but it was deeper than he cared for. Of course while he was eager to get the arrow out, he merely rolled his eyes when the other elf suggested that he refrain from doing so. He appreciated his concern, honestly, but he still wasn't too eager to play nice with the other. He'd bite his tongue, but as far as being friendly was concerned, well this Hero of Ferelden was going to have to give him more reason to. The Tevinter elf remained at Hawke's side, ignoring the offered water in favor of letting her get her fill. She needed treatment far more than he, Fenris had already decided. After all he'd been conditioned and trained to handle being injured and more importantly, to carry on without hinderance. To him, this was but a mere scratch and wouldn't prevent him from doing what he must. Of course, seeing her struggle with her bandages, Fenris had knelt down next to her, gingerly wrapping the bandage around her wounded leg, as best as he could without it being too tight. It should at the very least help prevent any infections before the healers would show. As Varalas moved to converse with the remaining soldier, Fenris' eyes followed him, watching and observing the Warden carefully, not entirely sure about this man. He was rather difficult to read and that in itself both annoyed and worried him, making him stand on guard and in turn act more hostile, like a threatened wild animal. But for the sake of ensuring Zaria's safety, Fenris refrained from snarling and growling, not give this man any real reason to reconsider his... 'hospitality'. Soon the sound of horses were approaching and Fenris reached back behind him, hand on the hilt of his sword and prepared to fight should they turn out to be trouble. Fortunately that wasn't the case. Unfortunately he was welcomed to the sight to the mage Sal and the elf found himself watching them warily, daring them to make a wrong move. Fortunately they seemed dedicated to the task of helping her rather than harming her, and Fenris eased back just a tad, still watching closely. There was a glimpse of visible concern on his expression as she had spoke, mentioning the risk of not only losing her leg, but also possibly her life, an idea he wasn't exactly thrilled with even imagining. They should have come up with a safer plan... He wouldn't have been able to forgive himself if his lack of patience had cost Zaria her life. But then the attention was shifted to him and Fenris' eyes narrowed, not entirely surprised but still none too pleased. "And just how do you propose getting it out?" he asks. He was still pretty firm on his stance on magic and there was no doubt that Hawke would understand his sudden hostility better than anyone. It may be helpful for most, and he appreciated the efforts to help Hawke, but Fenris himself wasn't interested in the stuff and would sooner renounce his freedom than to trust a mage to cast any spells on him, harmful or otherwise. "Just get it out, no magic. I'll take care of it from there." he insisted, not letting the mage get close until he was certain his point came across loud and clear. |
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Post by Varalas Mahariel on Jun 12, 2016 19:55:34 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"]Sal had merely shrugged in understanding at Hawke's words before he'd turned to Fenris. He stared for a moment in response to Fenris' request, but shrugged it off as the moment ended. "No magic." He assured. He waited for some sign from Fenris before approaching. "This will hurt, sir. A lot. Please try to hold still." He pulled out a small leather pouch and opened it, revealing scalpels of various sizes held to the leather by small loops. He pulled one out and made two incisions at the entrance wound, one on each side of the arrow and expanding the wound enough so that he could slide a few fingers in. He set the knife down and carefully pushed his fingers into the wound. He followed the shaft until he found the arrow head, digging around it to see how easily it could come free. Thankfully it wasn't embedded in his bone. He gripped the arrowhead with his fingers and with his free hand and he grabbed the shaft close to Fenris' skin. "Please hold still and try to relax." He slowly pulled the arrow out, adjusting his grip and angle as necessary and trying to cause as little extra trauma to the area as possible. After several seconds, the arrow was free. He almost, almost began the spell to heal the wound, but remembered that he wasn't supposed to use magic. He held back a sound of disapproval as he dug his suture kit out of his pack with his clean hand and began to stitch up the wound.
"Don't use that arm too much or you'll risk pulling a stitch. If it doesn't stop bleeding or pus starts leaking or if you develop a fever, find a medic." Sal instructed after a brief glance at Varalas to ensure he was done talking for now.
"We'll rest here for a few more minutes, then move." Varalas said as he watched Sal finish the last stitch. Sal used water from his small waterskin to wash the wound, his hands, and the scalpel before standing up. "Can you ride with one hand, Fenris?" Varalas asked. He glanced at Sal to see if there was any problem with them riding, but Sal nodded that they were. Varalas looked at Hawke and Fenris, seeing how they moved and acted now after some medical attention. Having little to say though, he turned away and to his horse, checking her gear and giving her a good pat when he was done.
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Post by Zaria Hawke on Jun 25, 2016 14:17:03 GMT -5
She gave the elf a grateful smile when he helped her bandage her leg. That was going to take a few more healing sessions, but there was no way she was getting out of a scar.
Zaria turned her gaze to Fenris when the healer shifted his attention to her elf. She was glad the other mage had agreed to not using magic, they didn't need Fenris's marks glowing and freaking Varalas out. She slid her hand through his. She couldn't help with the pain, but she wanted to at least try to do something.
The process to remove the arrow from Fenris's shoulder didn't take too long, thankfully, and soon enough the wound was stitched up and bandaged.
"I studied a good deal of healing magic after what happened in Kirkwall," she said to the healer. "If it does get infected, I'll treat it myself." She was forcing her voice to be steady, but her fatigue was still pretty obvious. She managed a soft laugh. "I wonder what Merrill's going to say when we tell her we finally got to meet the Mahariel that she talked about?"
She glanced over at the Warden-Commander, who was presently focused on his horse. Right, Anders was a Warden before we met in the Undercity, she remembered suddenly. She knew it was a bad idea to ask about Anders, but she still hated having to kill him, even all these years later. The realization caused her to avert her gaze from the Warden-Commander, looking down at her hands, which were now clenched into fists.
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Post by Fenris on Jun 25, 2016 14:55:46 GMT -5
- TAGGED - Fortunately it would seem he wouldn't have to fight this mage, which he was sure Hawke was thankful for at any rate. Though Sal had seemed perplexed by the insistence, even warning him that it would hurt, he agreed to his demands and once it was all settled, Fenris relaxed just the slightest and allowed his approach, inclining his shoulder towards him and quite eager to get it out, no matter how painful it was bound to be. "I can handle it." he growled in response, clearly impatient and not wanting the healer to waste time. Though unnecessary, Zaria had taken his hand, an attempt to help him feel even slightly better, and the elf's expression softened, offering her a faint smile in appreciation. It seemed to have made him calm down a bit at any rate. As the tools were ready, the mage finally setting to work, Fenris hissed the slightest as the incisions were made, his grip on Zaria's hand tightening a bit. It wasn't until he'd actually reach in to try and reach the arrow's head that the warrior would grit his teeth, biting back any sounds of pain as best he could, eyes clenched shut. It felt like his skin was on fire and he could feel the blood seeping from the wound, down his shoulder and soaking into his side. After what seemed like forever, he finally reached the arrow head. He knew the man was only trying to help, but that didn't stop Fenris from reacting with a bit of hostility. "Vishante kaffas!" he'd snarl. "Just get it out," he insisted as he glared at him over his shoulder. He was perfectly relaxed, couldn't he tell? Well the sooner it was out, the better for everyone, so he turned back to glare in the distance at nothing in particular, taking a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down, at least long enough for the other to finish. It could have gone a lot worse, and had he been in a better mood, he might have thanked the mage for actually taking his time rather than rip it out, but instead he sighed in relief once the arrow was finally freed. His shoulder was still incredibly sore, the wound itself feeling as if it were on fire, but just having it out seemed to have made him feel better. Course he still had to wait for the stitches, but by that point he only flinched the slightest when he hit a particularly sensitive area of skin, but once the arrow was out, it had pretty much been smooth sailing, the elf simply waiting as patiently as he could for him to finish. He wasn't quite out of it yet though and didn't seem too concerned as the mage insisted he didn't use his arm too much and had already opened his mouth to reply with something surely snarky, but fortunately Hawke would interrupt first, assuring the mage she could handle him from there. He simply closed his mouth again, reaching up to grasp at his shoulder, fingers ghosting over his stitches for a second. He already looked like he was quite ready for them to be out, but he'd just have to be patient. If he was going to resist magic, he'd simply have to deal with this the old fashioned way. "I'll be fine." he stated, an assurance mostly for Zaria who seemed far too weak to be concerned about him. "We likely wont hear the end of it." he sighed. Merrill was just another mage he had a bumpy start with. They weren't exactly on the best terms still, but he at least didn't dog her as much as he once had. Or at least tried not to, for Hawke's sake. He didn't seem too impressed with this legendary Warden she spoke so highly of though, not yet at least. As far as the matters of riding were concerned, Fenris glanced over to the aforementioned Warden then to one of the horses, inwardly debating his chances. Though he still wasn't sure about riding, he'd like to think he was a fast learner, and at any rate he didn't want to seem incompetent, especially not in front of this other elf. "I can manage." he insists. Surely it wouldn't be that hard. He hoped not, anyway. Once Sal was completely finished with him, Fenris had gotten to his feet once again, releasing his shoulder and taking a moment to test his limits, making sure not to stretch the stitches too much. It still hurt quite a bit, limiting him from moving his arm completely anyway. But if necessary, he was a bit more confident now about using it, no longer worried about the sharp arrow further digging into his skin. Looking down to Hawke though, he'd notice she seemed to be bothered about something, frowning a bit in acknowledgement. "Are you going to be alright?" he asked, not wanting to pry too much, but certainly felt like it was practically his right to worry about her, as she surely did with him. - |
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Post by Varalas Mahariel on Jun 30, 2016 15:37:44 GMT -5
[attr="class","dilyrics"]Run away, away with me. Lost souls & reverie.[attr="class","dilyric"]Running wild and running free. | [attr="class","dibody3"]Varalas didn't look at Zaria as she mentioned Merrill. Was it a threat? Was she going to complain to Merrill about how "rude" he was? Sure their first meeting as all flowers and tea, but for creators' sake he was just trying to do his job. Did they really expect to just waltz into Amaranthine, kill a bunch of people, and then leave? Not even Varalas could that, and he saved Ferelden, Thedas from a blight. And her? She was just the Champion of Kirkwall. They called him high and mighty, but oh he felt like nothing compared to Zaria and her I'm-Above-The-Law attitude.
Maybe it wasn't a threat, though, maybe it was just an idle thought. He bit back the sharper of his words before speaking: "Do not call me Mahariel." Perhaps it was odd to humans, not wanting to be called by his second name and truthfully, Varalas didn't know which name the other clans considered more person. To him, though, Mahariel was his family name. That was the name Marethari used, that Ashalle and Tamlen and Merrill called him by. It was his family name and Zaria was anything but family. Just hearing the syllables roll of her tongue felt insulting. It was too intimate a name for a stranger like her to use.
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Post by Zaria Hawke on Jun 30, 2016 23:48:02 GMT -5
"Yeah, knowing her she'll just get mad at us for not getting along," she said with a laugh. Zaria winced at the harsh tone in the Warden-Commander's words."Oh, sorry," she said in response. "I didn't mean anything by it." She wasn't paying attention to her expressions, with his back to her. She glanced up at Fenris when he spoke to her, and she managed a small smile before sighing again. She was reluctant to ask, but perhaps the combination of lyrium overdose and fatigue was messing with her judgment. In fact, it probably was.
"You... You were Anders' commander, weren't you?" she asked Varalas suddenly, her voice tinged with sadness. She'd only known Anders after he was possessed, and the other mage hadn't talked much about his time with the Wardens. "He said he was a Warden in Ferelden before he came to Kirkwall..." she hadn't spoken much about Anders since he decided to blow up the Chantry. Last time she'd tried, she'd ended up going to Merrill for comfort because Fenris just didn't quite understand her grief over killing someone who she'd once called friend. She didn't bring up Anders very often, if she could avoid it. Even now she wished she hadn't had to do it, but Anders had killed too many people when he blew up the Kirkwall Chantry. If she hadn't killed him right then, he would've ended up killed by someone else.
Okay, so she'd gone outside the law for this whole thing. But, well, when you were friends with both the Viscount and the Guard-Captain who had a habit of going "Here catch this criminal and try not to kill anyone you don't have to," remembering protocol for things like this wasn't exactly easy.
"I make no promises on even being able to stay awake for the ride back," she admitted after a moment. Sure, she wasn't that badly injured anymore, but she was still exhausted from her extensive use of magic. She fought back a yawn, as if to prove her point. "It'll take a few days at least before I'm in any shape to travel..." There was a thin line of red on the bandage wrapped around her leg, marking where the sword had pierced her. "Oh... Sal, was it? One of your healers should take a proper look at my leg when we do get back, make sure I healed it right." Anders had taught her well, sure, but she wanted to be sure.
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Post by Fenris on Jul 1, 2016 0:38:12 GMT -5
- TAGGED - Things seemed like they were calming down a bit, despite everything, but it appeared the Grey Warden took offense to his own name, and the tone clearly wasn't all that appreciated by Fenris who glared. If looks could kill. He hadn't said anything though, which was likely for the best, considering they really didn't need any further tension, so when Zaria apologized, Fenris dropped it. He hadn't understood the sensitivity, but so long as the other elf didn't try anything, the Tevinter elf would do his best to keep his mouth shut. Which became a surprisingly far easier task when a certain mages name came up. Fenris swore he tried to not be so insensitive, but he hadn't the heart to really be concerned with the abomination's fate, the two never having gotten along. Truthfully, he was actually quite relieved to no longer have to suffer his company, but he knew Hawke for some reason was saddened by the loss. He didn't judge her for it, simply tried his best to understand. They'd never see eye to eye on the matter though and as the topic had been brought up, Fenris decided to keep out of the conversation, if not solely to avoid disrespecting the dead any further. He sighed at the thought, leaving Zaria's side momentarily, though not wandering too far. Where she was feeling exhausted, he on the other hand was feeling a bit restless. Only when the topic of Anders' ceased did he finally decide to listen in on the conversation, pointed ears twitching towards their direction as he watched one of the horses curiously, examining the creature as if it were some sort of puzzle. He snapped back to attention though, turning back towards them as Zaria admitted to being too weak to travel. On one hand, Fenris remained concerned, worried she might have been worse off than she was letting on, while on the other he was concerned about staying in this area for long. He wasn't about to force her to endure the ride though either. The elf would return to his lover's side, though was facing Varalas with a less ferocious expression. "What do you say, Warden?" he asked, well aware the other wanted nothing more than to head to his fortress and get this over with. Fenris could honestly agree, not wanting to be in these people's company any longer than he must. Sure, this could have been far worse, but that didn't mean the elf had to enjoy it. If nothing else, they could perhaps manage to get her to the city of Amaranthine, out of the wilderness and more importantly, out of the open. While he doubted the slavers would be stupid enough to return right away, if at all, he didn't care to give them the chance to attack should they have the mind to. "Do you think you can survive a ride to the city?" he asked Zaria then, not wanting her to exert herself too much. A short rest-stop until she was able to safely travel to the Keep. He thought it seemed fair enough, even if they were pretty much pampered prisoners at this point, no matter how Varalas tried to paint it. don't worry, deimos! take it easy! also i'd propose ending this thread soon, perhaps once they decide whether heading to amaranthine is a good option, that way we can move on to a thread in the keep. at this point fenris is just trying to stay quiet to avoid pissing off their captors lol |
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Post by Varalas Mahariel on Jul 9, 2016 16:50:59 GMT -5
[attr="class","dilyrics"]Run away, away with me. Lost souls & reverie.[attr="class","dilyric"]Running wild and running free. | [attr="class","dibody3"]Varalas' head twitched just slightly towards them, enough to turn an ear but not enough to turn his eyes. He looked back at his horse. "The Anders you knew wasn't Anders." He spoke firmly with the intention of ending the conversation before it started. He didn't want to talk about Anders. Anders was bittersweet memories. Lumps in his throat and cold, savage twists in his gut. As far as Varalas was concerned, the Anders he knew died when he let Justice into him. After they merged, neither were the same. A version of Anders twisted to the extreme by Justice. Varalas should've intervened when he'd had the chance. He'd allowed his desire to help his friends cloud his judgement. It was a mistake he never wanted to make again. Anders was angry, he'd been angry when they'd first met, but after he allowed Justice into him, that anger exploded. Anders was in there somewhere, but Justice seemed to wrench control from him whenever possible.
"We'll ride to Amaranthine first." Varalas walked over and grabbed his waterskin from the ground. He took a drink as he walked back to his horse, reattaching it to the saddle when he was done. "If you can make it to the Keep from there, we will leave. If not, we will wait. Either way, lets go." He put a foot in a stirrup and hoisted himself up, swinging his other leg over and sitting in the saddle. His horse shifted slightly under him.
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