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Post by phoray on Oct 15, 2020 23:56:32 GMT
“Emmeline,” Nekal intoned, only for Mekal to interrupt. ,“Emmy! We have a favor to ask.” “A tiny one,” She blinked, and Mekal could tell she was uncertain. “Miniscule, I assure you,” Mekal quickly added. “you won’t even have to move from your perch on the trunk.” Emmeline wrung her hands a bit but nodded. “Splendid,” Nekal exclaimed, his already present grin growing larger. “Excellent,” Mekal chimed in, pleased. “I’ll go first,” Nekal declared. Mekal frowned at him. “You went first last time.” “Did not,” Nekal denied by default, already stretching his limbs. Mekal dashed at Nekal, tackling him to the ground. Be habit, they rolled to avoid any real damage, but Mekal did indeed arrive out on top. Straddling his twin, he twiddled his fingers through his locks. “I win.” Mekal declared. Nekal signed. “Go on, go on. Such a baby.” He replied, good naturedly. Their wrestling had brought Salenia and Dunn closer. Dunn bore his two weighted axes; he never practiced his juggling with fakes. His two troupe members were not his audience, however. Mekal climbed their staged and turned to face Emmeline. He bowed quite deeply. “I hope you enjoy a good tumble.” Mekal said rakishly, winking at Emmeline. Her face remained flat. “She’s heard worse, you idiot. Now get on with it!” Salenia shouted, participating in her role as a demanding crowd member quite successfully. Turning away from his audience, he put the back of his heels at the edge of the stage. He then placed his arms across his chest and simply relaxed backwards as if he would simply fall off. Only to flip, head over heels, before continuing the spinning into cartwheels that nearly carried him out of their space. He pulled off a half twist to simply face himself back towards the ‘crowd’ arms upraised, performance smile in place and a challenging glint at his brother. Emmeline clapped happily, and Salenia, who had seen him perform much harder tumbles, rolled her eyes. “Ptooey!” Nekal spit dramatically. “I’ll show you what a real acrobat can do. I will do a double full twist!” “A double full twist?” Mekal gasped, his theatrical side on full display. He leaned in towards Emmeline and spoke conspiratorially. “He’s been working on this awhile. I hope he doesn’t hurt himself.” He let his eyes go wide in mock concern. He bit back a smile when Emmy’s eyes mimicked his widened ones in sincere concern. Nekal started out nearly in the throughway just outside their wagons. With a flourish and a bow, Nekal took proper position. Abruptly, he broke into a powerful run and within three strides, tumbled forward onto his hands, flipping hands over feet. Keeping the momentum, he again flipped hands over feet. As he kicked off with his feet for the third time, Nekal brought his arms in tight to his body. This motion caused him to twist into a full 360 and he landed with just enough height onto the stage. Mekal was honestly startled, and heard Salenia let out a whistle. He knew full well how difficult that maneuver was and how it could have ended. Emmiline, unaware of such fine details, enthusiastically clapped her appreciation, which was joined in on by Dimitri moments later Nekal, grinning in triumph from ear to pointed ear, turned toward Dimitri. “Leave something for the crowds tonight,” Dimitri teased, clapping him on the back then leaving his arm round his shoulders. “You give such a show for free?” “You can stop that right now, Dimitri! The hypocrisy!” Mekal jeered. “After all the free shows you’ve given?” Dimitri put his free hand to his chest in mock hurt. “Never, I say never have I ever even considered such a thing.” Then promptly brought Nekal from side to front. Mekal could see the playful roughness slide off the ex military man’s shoulders, the grips of his fingers turned gentle as he leaned down to offer his mouth to the much shorter man before him. Mekal did not see the appeal of men himself but...to see his brother have such open tenderness shown to him made him envious. His chest felt tight as his eyes misted, letting out a sigh. Their path had brought them this, at least. He looked down at Emmeline and realized she was watching the two men share an embrace with more interest than he would have guessed. He grinned, “Your gaze is so intense, little miss, be sure not set them on fire.” Emmeline blushed furiously. Beyond her, he saw the cowled form of their bird, returned to the nest. A swift appreciation of her appearance, and he was assured she was not injured for her troubles. They exchanged a glance and a nod. “Please come, Emmeline.“ He held out his hand toward her. “The next performance shall involve your finest participation.”
I believe we are ready to time lapse till your post. riverdaleswhiteflash gervaise21
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Post by gervaise21 on Oct 17, 2020 16:14:42 GMT
Collaboration between riverdaleswhiteflash and gervaise21----- Issala took a quick look around as he and Ellas left Bann Sighard’s compound and they made their way through the ranks of the tent city. He couldn’t pick out anyone watching them. He couldn’t tell whether that was because there was nobody to pick out, or because he was more used to scouting in rural areas (or even outright wilderness,) or whether anyone who might be watching them was just that good. Still… “I can’t shake the feeling that we’re being watched,” Issala said quietly to Ellas. “Either by the Qunari, or by the people we’re actually looking for. More likely the latter, obviously.” “We’ve got your antidotes should anything happen but just try and appear casual,” said Ellas. “We must look like we’re just enjoying an evening at the circus.” They reached the site of the circus where there was already a large audience gathered for the evening performance and took a couple of seats near the entrance where they could leave quickly if they needed to. “Have you noticed anyone taking a particular interest in us?” asked Ellas, “Or anyone in the crowd who followed us in?” Issala took another subtle look around, to the best of his ability to look around subtly. “No, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there.” As the sun sank below the horizon and the shadows deepened torches were lit around the arena to illuminate the performance. Issala took another look around to see if anyone was watching them, but everyone’s eyes seemed to be on the stage. For a second, he locked eyes with an owl that had landed on a nearby caravan belonging to the circus that stood just beyond the seating around the performance area. But only for a second: wild animals aren’t that big on eye contact. “Oh, the local wildlife wants to watch the show.” “What’s that?” asked Ellas. “An owl, perched on one of the nearby wagons. It’s nothing, really, I was just having a laugh.” Ellas looked around and saw the owl he was referring to. “It’s a pity Gerry isn’t here. He’d probably go and make friends with it. He loved the eagle of Alsgaard when we were travelling together on the ship.” A pair of elves that looked like twins entered the arena and started performing acrobatics, which captured Ellas’ interest and focussed his attention back on the entertainment. Issala took one last look around for anyone watching, and then turned back to the stage. It was an excellent show and Ellas was completely wrapped up in the performance, able to forget the reason they were there for its duration. However, as the crowds started to disperse, he was recalled to their purpose and started looking for Sabina. “Is she going to approach us?” Issala wondered. “Or, should we look for her?”
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Post by phoray on Nov 27, 2020 1:42:35 GMT
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The crowd dispersed, looking for their next entertainment, even as curious passerby slow down to see what the crowd had been doing. It was through them that Sabina calmly walked towards Ellas and Issala. She wore the same cloak, but this time, the hilts of her rapiers are clearly at her waist as she came towards them. Ellas spotted her, nudged Issala and nodded in her direction. “There she is.” Issala nodded as well, and took a quick look around for eavesdroppers. He didn’t see any. The owl took off as he watched, but he tried not to waste too much attention on that. “Gentlemen, good evening. I believe it’s time you make the acquaintance of our other guest.” She gestured towards the right on the road. “Follow me, if you please.” “Where are we going?” said Ellas. “I thought we were meeting here.” “I stated simply that I had arranged a meeting to occur tonight, after my troupe’s show. Not that the meeting would be here. We felt it was necessary.“ Sabina smiled apologetically. “Forgive my subterfuge, sers.” Issala winced briefly in irritation, then shrugged. It’s not like I’ve been entirely forthcoming with everyone involved. Still… “May I ask… why, you felt it necessary?” Issala asked. Her eyebrow rose. “Several qunari die under suspicious circumstances and the only witness fell under our protection.” She paused, her expression softening. “I bear neither of you ill will, but it is not only my own blood at stake if I’m too generous with my trust.” Ellas gave a deep sigh. “Very well, I understand your caution but I would have preferred a meeting outside the city. It is easier to spot an enemy out here. Anyway, lead on.” Sabina led them from the shelter of the circus wagons and started along the main thoroughfare towards the bridge across the river. It was still early evening so the path was crowded with people and as a result their progress was slow if they wished to stay together. “Dunn, the man you saw juggling during the performance, is keeping her company at a tavern not far from here. It was Dimitri’s wish for artifice. He is more strategically cautious which excludes diplomacy more than I’d like.” “I take it Dimitri is the leader of your company,” said Ellas. “I appreciate it is sometimes necessary to bow to the wishes of others even though you would do differently if acting alone. What of your witness, can you tell me anything more about her or what she knows?” “He’s led the troupe for longer than I’ve been a member, certainly. Thank you, for understanding.” Sabina added, shifting sideways to avoid some of the rowdy crowd they were passing. “I will share what she related to me so that you may get to the crux of the matter upon arrival.” The crush of the crowd became momentarily impassable without shoving. Sabina turned more fully towards him so she could have the conversation quickly and as privately as one could have surrounded by uninterested loud people. “She used her position as servant to unlock the way barring her lover to meet with the Qunari. The lover gave her a message to deliver, one she did not read. It’s clear that the message asked or ordered the Qunari to return to their room. She put it all together that her man had a meeting, or had wanted one, with the Qunari ambassadors and went there with the hope of seeing him after his business was through.” “So she didn’t see him enter the tower?” “No; she has not seen her lover since he asked for the doors to be unlocked during the event and the note he’d pressed on her to pass on to the qunari. When she saw the bodies she assumed the worst; her lover was dead and she fainted from the idea. I assured her we understood only qunari had died.” “So he wasn’t a member of their race then?” “I believe he is a human agent, He had shared concerns with Emmerline about people he worked with going missing, presumed dead, which is why he needed the meeting. That’s why Emmerline fled; fearing she would be next. I can’t imagine it was his intention as a convert to get the group killed. I’ve not met a convert of the Qun personally-” a brief pause. “that I know of, but all accounts are that they are zealous. “Well, that’s understandable. Did she know who the group might be?” “She was reluctant to say more after I’d shared that he wasn’t among the dead. She only related that her lover knows more. I think she felt she had already said too much.” “She agreed to see me though.” “It took some convincing, on edge as she was, but I assured her it was for the best. Enough death has occured from this secrecy and she agreed, if anything merely to appease.” Finally, a gap in the crowd opened up and they pressed forward, resuming their path. As they approached the western gate of the city Ellas felt a degree of trepidation. He was still uneasy when inside the metropolis because of the press of people in the limited space between the buildings and this wasn’t helped by the threat of the cult behind the current investigation. “Is that another owl?” Issala asked, taking a moment to point it out to Ellas. Sabina frowned in confusion at the sudden change in subject but kept silent. Ellas looked where Issala had indicated and saw the bird in flight.. “It looks that way. Owls in Ferelden don’t usually like being this close to all this noise and light as they find it confusing but I suppose they must be different here in Nevarra. Even so, you’d think the hunting would be better out in the woods behind our camp.” It was a curiosity he might investigate further with the locals once the current matter had been dealt with as he always liked to expand his knowledge about nature but for now he needed to focus on the business at hand. Sabina had said the tavern wasn’t far from the circus, so Ellas hoped her assessment was accurate and sought clarification. “What part of the city is the tavern in exactly?” “A tavern near the harbour.” “That’s good,” Ellas felt a sense of relief. “I think most of the activities are up in the main square, so the majority of these people will be headed there. Dockside taverns can be busy at night but more likely with locals, so hopefully it will be a bit calmer.” They reached the far end of the bridge across the river and Sabina led them away from the entrance to the old walled city, instead heading down towards the buildings that stretched along a promenade running parallel to the river, a mix of modest lodging houses, homes to the dock workers, brothels and, set back across a small courtyard occupied by tables with their patrons, the tavern where they expected to find Emmerline and Dunn. However, they were not immediately in sight. Sabina paused, casting a gaze at the crowd about the edges of the outside seating area. “Maybe they’ve gone inside.” She offered, before heading up to one of the staff who was wiping down a table. “Have you seen a very large and silent man with a small brunette female companion?” The woman looked up, gave a friendly smile and nodded. “Yes, they were sitting at this table. I saw them leaving in the direction of the waterfront, over there down those steps. It was only a few minutes ago so I dare say you will catch them up if you hurry.” Sabina came back to to Ellas and Issala. “Dune would not have deviated from the plan. I suppose Dimitri’s paranoia was not misplaced after all. Shall we?” She didn’t wait, striding swiftly forward in the direction the staff had pointed. Ellas glanced at Issala with a raise of his eyebrows. “Be prepared for trouble.” Issala nodded. As they followed on after Sabina, Ellas quietly activated his own magical protections. He tended not to do this unless absolutely needed because of the drain on his mana resources and also the need to be more vigilant against demonic attack on his mind. He also took the precaution of quietly reciting his oath just in case a more drastic response was needed. The three of them quickly crossed the distance to the steps and made their way down between the buildings on either side. When they reached the bottom they emerged onto the walkway directly alongside the river from which several jetties jutted out into the river. On the farthest of these, that had a number of crates and barrels still awaiting collection, could be seen two figures approaching third. As they drew closer the smaller of the two figures, that Ellas took to be Emmerline, started to run towards the other with arms outstretched. The target of her affection could be seen to be a young man but did not appear to share her enthusiasm or even make any sign of recognition, something that struck Ellas as odd. “I think we ought to hurry,” he said and broke into a run. Emmerline already had her arms around the young man, with Dunn stand slightly off to one side as though unsure what to do next. He saw Sabina going toward Dunn. He also saw a faint movement behind them and sensed the shift in the Veil that warned a spell had been cast. Neither Dunn nor Sabina showed any sign of having been the target but the young man’s eyes went wide and he started to twitch. Emmerline had sensed something was wrong too and had pulled back, staring at her lover in bewilderment but still oblivious of the danger he posed. Issala noted some figures in a dark corner wrapping their arms around their heads and ducking behind some nearby crates, as though they knew something was going to explode nearby. “Vasheden!” Issala stopped right where he was, took some hasty steps back, and reached for the antidotes he had brewed. “Get away from him,” Ellas screamed and raced towards her. The young man exploded in a spray of blood, flesh and bones, with Emmerline taking much of the blast, Ellas being protected by his own spell shield which dissolved as a result. She squealed in pain as the shards of bone tore into her body and Ellas caught her as she collapsed, immediately sending healing magic into her to try and hold the effects of the spell at bay. Sabina’s hand gripped Dune’s arm, shocked and staring. “Issala, the antidote, quickly. Were you others hit?” The question broke through to her, but she stumbled over her words. “Y-yes. D-dune?” She looked at him only for him to shake his head no. Issala hurried towards Ellas, his eyes locked onto Emmerline. Issala was helping Ellas pour the antidote into her mouth but even though this started to counteract the poison in the spell, she was still bleeding profusely from a dozen places. Ellas used his healing spell again, regretting the fact that he was not a true healer as his mother had been. Then Issala jerked his attention away from the girl and looked past Ellas. The latter turned his head and remembered that the spellcaster must be near and thus the whole group was still in danger. “Look after her and do what you can to save her,” he placed Emmerline in Issala’s arms. Issala nodded, and subtly jerked his head towards the figures he’d seen taking cover behind the crates. Ellas stood up, renewed his spell shield and then cast a tempest spell in the area of the crates. There was a brief cry of pain as the lightning found its target and then a shadowy figure appeared from behind them. For a few seconds they hesitated and locked stares with him as if considering making a fight of it but then turned and started to run back towards the city. Ellas set off in pursuit.
Sabina POV
Sabina had gripped Dune’s arm in reaction to the explosion. She stood, shocked, and unable to fully wrap her mind around the sudden violent events. That left her staring uselessly at where a man used to be, gristle on the paved stone way all that remained. She took a deep breath and the sounds of cries from the surrounding passerby were finally registered by her brain. Ellas was shouting as well. “---quickly. Were you others hit?” Words returned to her, but she fumbled them. “Y-yes. D-dune?” She looked at him only for him to shake his head no. Dune gently removed her hand, and moved towards Ellas, his eyes locked onto Emmerline. She eased closer only to see that Emmerline was still bleeding heavily- from her eyes and ears, her very pores oozing blackened blood. Horrified and impotent, she could do nothing but watch as Issala poured fluid into Emmerline’s lax mouth. “Look after her and do what you can to save her,” Ellas ordered, shifting Emmerline’s body towards the Qunari. Ellas stood up, and his gaze became focused on a space beyond them. Sabina was just forming the thoughts of a question when the wind suddenly picked up. Dark clouds formed. Sabina, fearing another attack from an unknown assailant, took a balanced stance and began to draw her weapons. ~CRACK~ Followed by splintered wood bursting in every direction. Sabina closed her eyes and held up her arm, cloak pulled to block the dust and splinters that came her way. A few moments later, Sabina dropped her cloak in time to see Ellas making pursuit after a foe she hadn’t caught sight of. With one glance spared at Dune and Issala hovering over a quickly fading Emmerline, What they could do against a mage with poisonous explosions and lightning at their fingertips, she didn’t know. If the choice were simply to stand idly by as Emmerline died versus supporting the elven investigator with his mission, she’d already chosen. Sabina dashed after Ellas.
Issala POV
Issala put aside the vial he’d just emptied into Emmerline’s mouth. “You’re going to be fine,” Issala reassured her, just in case she was still conscious enough to hear him. He looked her over, but he had a hard time telling where her lover’s blood stopped and hers started. “You’re going to be fine,” he repeated, as he tried to find where her injuries were. He might have prayed it wasn’t a lie, if he thought it would help. Maybe I should start worshipping the Avvar gods? They provably exist, and they probably have power. There was a large shard of bone sticking out of her chest. “Vish…” He remembered that Emmerline might be able to hear him, and forced himself not to complete the colorful Tevene phrase he’d had directed at him more times than he could count. “Vis… this isn’t that bad,” he lied. “You’ll be okay.” At a closer inspection, he thought that he didn’t see as much blood coming out of the wound as he expected… although it was hard to tell, since the manner of her lover’s death meant that she was already covered in blood. It’s not a surprise. Ellas isn’t a healer by trade, but he tried, and his efforts might have saved this woman’s life… or merely prolonged her suffering. Issala cradled Emmerline as gently as he could with his left arm, because he needed his right. “You’re going to be okay. Just stay with me. You can make it through this.” He pulled out an herbal salve and started applying it around the shard of bone: a proper poultice would have to wait until the shard was out of the way. Then, he reached for the collar of his loose, open shirt, and tore a strip out of the fabric. If I had more room to maneuver, I could have taken a knife and cut off the end of a sleeve. Oh well. He carefully wrapped the strip of fabric around the wet end of the shard of bone.
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Post by phoray on Dec 12, 2020 15:58:21 GMT
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The figure raced away from the quayside and up the stairs they had recently descended with Ellas in close pursuit. He was thankful for the extra physical training he had been engaged in recently in preparation for the joust for whilst it was primarily intended to improve his upper body strength, it had had the effect of overall increasing his fitness. On the whole mages do not bother greatly with physical fitness, knowing they are unlikely to be engaged in prolonged hand to hand or other forms of combat that require a degree of stamina to come out on top. Thus even on that first short run he was gaining on his quarry. At the top of the steps he paused briefly to catch his breath and check the direction the other had taken. In doing so he caught the sound of steps behind him. He glanced back to see Sabina following, which was a relief as he had been afraid of an accomplice to the mage. She held up her hand to show she’d caught his gaze and then he set off once more after the fleeing figure. A flurry of thoughts flitted through his mind as he ran. He was surprised that Sabina had chosen to follow. Most non mages when confronted by the recent carnage would have chosen to run in the opposite direction, so he admired her courage whilst being concerned for her safety. Still, it was helpful in one respect. His oath prevented from using his most powerful spells for his own protection but if Sabina was threatened then he need have no qualms about doing so. As he closed on the figure, it darted off the main thoroughfare into a narrower side street. As they started to weave their way down the alleyways behind, Ellas was concerned not only that the person might succeed in evading him as they probably were familiar with them where he was not; but also at the deepening shadows away from the street lamps. The only illumination came from the windows of inhabited buildings and the light of the moon. He recalled the words of the Hahren in the alienage when he had asked “What are you afraid of?” The response: “Banal’ras.” That was Shadows. This was a cultist of the Old God of Shadows and Darkness and they favoured the night. Could this cultist be leading them into a coven of his fellow believers? The figure swerved once more and headed down a longer alley that seemed to be heading straight for the city wall. There was just enough illumination that he could discern a gate at the far end of the alley. It appeared to Ellas that the figure attempted to open this but in his urgency he fumbled over the bolt, realised his error and instead turned back to confront his pursuers. Ellas heard Sabina approaching from behind. He knew his spell shield was still good and prepared to cast a spell to subdue the mage before they could act should they alter the focus of their attention to Sabina. He was tempted to unleash his full power on them, so outraged was he by what they had done on the dockside. Just give me the reason, bastard. Thought Ellas. After what you did to them. You deserve to burn with pain.
As Sabina turned to follow Ellas and their foe into the alley, she tried to keep her thoughts from straying from the fight at hand to the scene of carnage she’d left behind. Emmerline did not look like she’d make it. She’d offered help to that poor girl, arranged this meeting instead of letting her flee the city. She shook off the last feeling of dismay as she came to a stop several feet behind Ellas. Their prey had hit a dead end. It was time. Sabina pulled the draw string of her cloak, letting it fall. She drew her rapiers from her sheaths. An owl hooted. Instead of attempting to cast a spell, the figure reached over their shoulders and produced a pair of short swords and took a fighting stance. Instantly Ellas realised his mistake. The figure was not a mage and had not fumbled with the door whilst trying to open it but must instead have shot home the bolt to prevent their exit that way. His instincts had been right; he had led them into a….. “Trap”, he yelled and directed a mind blast centered on the warrior, sending them flying backwards to slam against the door and fall to the ground. He turned, intending to lead Sabina back up the alleyway but further figures were gathered in the shadows at the far end, blocking their escape that way. Sabina had already turned to face those who had snuck up on them, bearing twin weapons of a type Ellas had never seen before. Still he assumed they were not merely decorative and thus she knew how to use them. “Looks like they want to make a fight of it,” he said grimly. “Can you take him?” He jerked his head over his shoulder towards the warrior, whom he knew would shortly be recovering. He noted a brief nod of assent and turned his attention towards the group advancing from the other end. Sabina swiftly turned back toward the man they’d chased, bearing down on him quickly. Magic was being used, that was clear. Her initial confusion at how he’d flown off his feet was long gone. Obviously Salenia wasn’t the only unsanctioned mage in the South, but this was still the most likely man to have blown Emmerline’s lover to pieces. She would have to disable him quickly, as possibly her only advantage. Luckily the location meant they could not spread out and flank them which made it easier for him to focus a spell on the entire group, which looked to be four in number, although the shadows made it difficult to be sure. Another tempest spell allowed him to damage the group and also provided him with enough light to confirm their number. He noted they also appeared to be assassins rather than mages. This was disturbing because the mage still needed to be located and could attack whilst he was otherwise engaged but it couldn’t be helped as he needed to concentrate on the immediate danger. Ellas had only ever had a limited range of spells compared with most mages, preferring to concentrate on specific schools of expertise in addition to actual specialisations. He had mostly focussed on the primal and spirits schools of magic, with only healing from the creation school apart from his ability to shift form. His primal spells were very much linked to the weather, hence the lightning storm, rather than fire or ice, so he was limited in the number of area effect spells that would help against these attackers. Transforming into the snow leopard would give him the necessary physical strength and speed to deal with them but it would prevent him from casting more spells whilst in that form and the hidden threat of the mage meant he needed to be able to do so. There was also the blood magic of course but of late the source of these spells had been called into question and his oath prohibited him from using them except under specific circumstances. Whilst the conditions could be assumed to be met by the threat these people gave to Sabina, he knew they should only be used as a last resort when all other possibilities had been ruled out. Flashes of light from behind her made her own shadow grow long over the man’s form as she dashed toward him and levied a kick into his abdomen even as he’d just stood up. The smell of ozone hit her nostrils as his body thudded against the door. Her ankle was now caught in his grasp, unfortunately, and he yanked hard enough that she fell on her back, the air being knocked out of her, her rapiers scattering into the shadows. She felt that he had let go and she rolled blindly to the side, She would, at least not, give him an easy target. She coughed to regain her breath as she came to her knees. She set her sights on her attacker but simultaneously saw she was near neither of her rapiers. Damn- this had devolved to a brawl. As the group recovered from the lightning attack and continued towards Ellas at a run, he only had seconds in which to make a decision and decided to opt for his last option among the primal spells he knew just to be sure he had exhausted all possibilities outside of the blood magic. With a deft, almost casual motion of his hand he opened up a pit across the entire width of the alleyway in front of the group, into which they all tumbled headlong. He knew it was of sufficient depth that even if not rendered unconscious or otherwise incapacitated by the fall they would have some difficulty climbing out again, so he felt confident to turn his attention back to seeking out the location of the mage and checking on Sabina’s progress. Sabina ignored the shouts behind her and how they echoed eerily as if they were getting further away. She circled a bit with the warrior, hoping to step closer to one of her rapiers but he caught on quickly and simply strode towards her, the sword in his right hand held high to-- but she didn’t let him. She bent forward at the waist, the air of the miss breezing over the skin of her exposed neck. She stepped forward, grabbing the left wrist holding the second sword, and yanking it forward, directing the sword stab past her. She knew he was far too tall and heavy to attempt tossing her over her shoulder; she instead used her momentum to simply cause him to stumble and turn a few steps to the left. He simply growled, his teeth gritted. She then twisted his wrist painfully; he grunted, his grip weakening from the pain. She kicked the heel of her boot into his knee as the same time, yanking his own sword from him and turned back on him. They both had one sword now. He roared, coming in for a heavy strike. She perried, pushing back; took one step, left foot forward, into a spin, then turned fast enough to swipe down with the sword into his right forearm. It sank in, and the man yowled, dropping his remaining sword. She kicked it into the shadows with her rapiers. “Yield.” Sabina demanded. The man said nothing but gave a strange smile that bordered on ecstacy and thrust himself forward onto the sword, grabbing her arm to force it further in. “Mercy,” Sabina exclaimed, shocked. She dropped her grip on the sword, staggering back. The man dropped to his knees and fell sideways, dead. “Damn it,” said Ellas. “We could have done with keeping him alive.” He realised it sounded like a rebuke and altered his tone. “Not your fault though. Are you okay?” Sabina still had not recovered her usual demeanor. “I..” She waved vaguely at the dead man, then turned her back on him, hugging herself a moment. “I’m fine but…” She turned to settle her gaze on Ellas. “That man just committed suicide upon my sword. And..” she started, looking beyond him. “Where did the rest of them go?” “I did a bit of Dalish magic we usually employ for trapping large creatures, like cave bears, when they threaten the clan, so we won’t exit easily that way. They’ve gone awfully quiet though.” He edged closer to the hole, peered down and held out a hand enveloped in lightning to illuminate the pit. He saw more dead bodies, their throats slit, apparently self-inflicted. “Shit, these people are fanatics all right.” A thought struck him. These people were just mundane pawns that were easily sacrificed. The real danger was still lurking in the shadows and from everything he knew about them, probably a high level necromancer. What were necromancers known for? Raising the dead.. “If I were you, I’d recover my swords now,” he said carefully, not wishing to panic his companion. “I’ve a feeling we’re not out of the woods yet.” He looked past her to where the corpse was starting to rise back to its feet, yanking the sword from its chest as it did so. That did not bode well. “ Kaffas,” Sabina said plainly before dashing for the shadows seeking a weapon. It rose to full height, an unearthly glow behind the eyes. Ellas had never encountered one of these before personally, although his father had warned him about revenants and how deadly they were. This is not the sort of new experience I was hoping for in Nevarra, he thought as he was suddenly jerked forward towards the monster and its sword. He knew it wasn’t worth trying to resist the force pulling on him so he opted to use it instead. Just before he reached the figure he dropped backwards into a slide, so it carried him feet first to slam against its legs causing it to stagger and sway as it sought to keep upright, allowing him to roll out of the way and onto his feet again off to one side. Immediately he shot of bolt of lightning into the revenant. It jerked briefly and then focussed its attention back on him, advancing meanicingly. He countered with a mind blast that halted its progress without throwing the figure backwards as it had when it was a living man, then he started moving again, knowing he would stand no chance against the creature in a toe to toe battle, particularly as he had no weapon. Then again, he didn’t give much to Sabina’s chances with it either. His only hope was to keep it preoccupied whilst Sabina recovered her weapons and then harry it enough that it would remain focused on him rather than her. As he dodged around the limited space available to him, he desperately tried to recall what his father had told him concerning the best means to kill one. “Not to sound like a coward, Ellas,” Sabina shouted from just out of his line of sight, “But I believe you should create another pit and we should flee.” The end of her sentence brought her to his side. “I’m going to try something drastic,” he muttered. “It should distract it enough that you can escape through the gate. That should take you inside the walls where you can find some help.” He shoved his badge of office towards her. “This should make them co-operate.” She stared at him wide eyed, then glanced a split second at the Revenant. She sheathed both rapiers in one smooth motion. She grabbed the badge and ran. He hit the monster with another mind blast and then sprinted across to the other side of the small courtyard that lay in front of the gate. Then he transformed into the snow leopard. It was something he did instinctively, without having time to disrobe, almost without thinking about it. As a result he successfully completed the transition of his entire form, including clothes and equipment for the first time. Then he sprang into the air at head height straight for the revenant. As he had hoped, his action took the monster by surprise and it was unable to defend itself before he locked his paws around its head and then twisted his body to the side, hauling with all his might. There was an audible crack which he hoped was its neck breaking. Whilst it wouldn’t kill it outright as it would have done a living person, he was pretty sure having an unsupported head would slow it down somewhat. Enough, at least, that Sabina should have been able to get to safety. He trusted she’d remembered to bolt the gate behind her as well. Being in the form of the snow leopard had another advantage; he could leap much further than he could as an elf. Having confirmed to himself that Sabina had escaped, he let go of the revenant and sprinted in the direction of the pit, hoping the creature hadn’t recovered its wits enough to try another pull before he got to the other side. Reaching the edge he thrust high into the air, sailing across the hole he had gouged in the path and onto solid ground the other side. Without pausing to find out what the revenant was doing in response, he galloped away up the alley, not turning to check until he was a safe distance away at the end, just in time to see the figure with its head on one side topple into the hole. He stopped to catch his breath and gave a sigh of relief. Then he remembered the enemy mage might still be near but he still could not locate them. It was probably expedient not to try his luck in leaping back over the pit in order to try and catch up with Sabina that way, so he started at a run along another alley in the general direction of the main thoroughfare that led to the city gates. After a few more twists and turns he arrived at his destination and transformed back into his elven form before emerging into the light and crowds. Some people started when they saw him and gave him a wide berth. Glancing down at his clothes he realized they were now filthy with blood and mud. Burren is going to be furious with me. He gave a faint smile at the thought which helped to relieve the tension he felt. Then ignoring the apprehensive looks from the revellers, he set off at a jog inside the gates to look for Sabina.
The guards prepared their spears, pointed at the very door she had escaped through mere minutes before. They were waiting for reinforcements. Sabina paced, rubbing the palm of her hand over the pommel of her rapier. No further sounds of battle had met her ears. The mages back home acted as if the possessed and undead were merely annoying pests; the words of a people laden with magic and inherent protections most elves never benefited from. She’d only heard stories but still- she had no interest in seeing Ellas torn to pieces. She hoped his magic kept him safe. A clammer of booted feet marked the arrival of reinforcements. “Now!” Their leader ordered, and the door was opened. They rushed into the small square leading into the alleyway, weapons drawn. Nothing was immediately visible in the flickering light of ten torches. “Spread out, pairs only. Call out if you find something!” Sabina was confused, and concerned. At the moment, the only evidence of her story was the fresh blood spattered against the cobblestone. Shouts rang out from up ahead. “Here,” A man shouted, and the others flocked to his voice. “Fecking pit, Ajax nearly fell in!” “Maker!” Another exclaimed, and a murmur wove through the group of men as they looked down into the pit. Sabina drew no closer, merely gripped the pommels of her rapiers, She was on edge. An inhuman shriek cut through the darkness and made her half draw her rapiers in reaction. “Bring the oil! Ajax, keep your bow on them now-” The men shuffled, organized themselves. A barrel was brought, the guards paying her no heed as they passed. It was cracked open and dumped over and into the pit. Torches were then pitched into it. First, it was just a stench filled smoke. Then, the flames rose dramatically, and the inuman shrieking picked up more violently. Sabina fought off the urge to cover her ears. She could feel the heat of the flames even as she stood next to the place where the cultist had initially died. It was his voice, possessed, that wrought the air so. The shrieks abruptly ended. Ellas wasn’t here. Not unless his body was in the bottom of that pit with the other dead finally put to rest. She dismissed that idea. She knew where to find Ellas, or at least whom he worked for, she realized, patting the pocket that Ellas’ badge of Office was tucked in. Still, she was more concerned for Emmerline and Dune. As she turned her back on the pyre, she realized that she’d really accomplished nothing at all by following Ellas. Except, perhaps, the death of one man.
Ellas was aware of an orange glow beyond the wall, roughly in the direction he imagined the gate in the wall to be that he was seeking. He was staying off the main thoroughfare, partly to avoid the worried stares of the revellers but mostly to conceal his presence from his enemies. They were not the only ones who could employ the shadows to their advantage. He was calling upon his Dalish training now. They were experts at keeping hidden and whilst that usually involved using the undergrowth, the general principles were the same. Trying to behave like civilised humans had availed him nothing and almost got him killed. He would not make that mistake again. It was using his wild alter ego that had saved him and acting on instincts built over long years in the forests of Ferelden. From now on it would be those skills he would rely on. He arrived at the gate. All seemed quiet but he could still discern a faint glow beyond the wall. Carefully, tentatively, he pushed it open. The glow was coming from the pit. He advanced and stared down to see the remains of the bodies mingled with chard embers, still smouldering. “Damn it, there goes my evidence,” he muttered. Still he assumed that Sabina must have found assistance as he had hoped and was therefore safe. With his badge of office in her hand, none would be able to detain her against her will. He thought about where she might have gone next and concluded she would probably have returned to her friends. It seemed expedient to head back to the circus first to check if that was the case and then on to Bann Sighard to report on what had befallen him. There was certainly nothing more to be done within the city that night and he wanted to return to the other side of the river where he could see his enemies coming.
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Collaboration between gervaise; phoray and riverdaleswhiteflash ; ----- By the time Sabina made her way back to her troupe, the crowds had thinned. This time of evening, more indoor pursuits were sought in the form of a full cup and dice thrown. The celebratory feeling in the air was at marked contrast with her internal concerns. She saw only Salenia as she entered the space. The woman ignored her as she played with a flame she had called upon her palm. Sabina gazed into it as Salenia made it dance. “Dunn must have returned then.” Salenia clenched her fist and the flame died out. “Did Emmerline-” Salenia stood and walked to Sabina abruptly. She threw her arms around the shorter elf. “Maker damn that minger, it was you and Dunn I was concerned about.” “You can be so heartless.” Sabina murmured, hugging the woman back. A few moments passed and Salenia stepped back. She left her hands on Sabina’s shoulders. “The lil’ beggar is at Bann Sighard’s camp. What’s left of her, anyway, from the way Dunn described it.” Sabina shook her head. “Dunn is prone to exaggeration but in this case, I do believe it was only the acts of Ellas and Issala that kept her from expiring but only just.” Sabina looked around at the quiet wagons. “Where did everyone go?” Sabina asked, as she stepped away. “Dimitri took them all out for a drink to soothe their nerves.” Sabina sighed and then her brow rose. “You didn’t join them?” Salenia grinned. “Someone had to be responsible and be here in case you came back.” Her tone was self deprecating. “Thanks, Salenia.” Her smile was warm. “I’ve one more stop to make.” Salenia groaned. “I cannot rest easy knowing I’d just knocked off for the night after everything that went down this evening. I’ve got to close the book on this little adventure.” ‘Even if it’s an apology to one already lost.’ “Fine then. If I’m done being responsible, all for your sake mind you, I’ll head off and find Dunn and the rest.” With one more quick embrace, they headed their separate ways. ------------- The guards of Bann Sighard guided her way to the tent that Issala was treating Emmerline in. “May I come in?” Sabina inquired, pulling aside the cloth of the entryway. “Sabina? Yes, yes you may,” Issala replied. He turned to the pot of water he’d just boiled and the small bags next to it. “Tea?” “I will, thank you.” She answered politely, a frown on her face as she gazed toward Emmerline. “How is she? Dunn is absolutely beside himself.” “She’s…” Issala hesitated. “She’s not dead, and might even pull through. I don’t know if she’ll survive. I also don’t know that she’s doomed. If Ellas still has the stamina to cast a healing spell when he gets back, I might ask that he do so; it might help her chances, and I can’t imagine it will hurt them.” “Where is Ellas?” said Burren, who had followed Sabina in. “We were separated earlier. The assassin was not what we expected and it quickly escalated beyond what Ellas and I could handle on our own. I left to get the guard and I haven’t seen him since” Sabina said to Burren. She crossed her way closer to Issala, taking the tea. “Let me know if there is anything I can assist with” Sabina quietly stated, mindful of the patient. --- Ellas’ passage back across the river was a good deal easier than earlier. Every time someone caught a sight of him, they moved out of his way to avoid coming into contact with him. It occurred to him that since he appeared unhurt they had concluded the blood covering his clothes must have come from someone else, in which case he might be someone you wouldn’t want to antagonise. Funny how people always jump to the wrong conclusion, he thought. I’m out in the open and obvious. You should be more worried about what is out there in the darkness, hidden but watching.Still, he was grateful for the fact that the thoroughfare was still busy with people and brightly lit. It was clear his enemy preferred to attack in lonely spots and from positions of concealment. In his case he doubted that they feared his reputation as a magic user, since he had been at pains to conceal his abilities since arriving in the city. His enemy was more likely to be concerned about being recognised or alternatively him being able to confirm the identity of his attackers as a group. Even if the bodies weren’t charred beyond recognition, they would hardly have helped his case in proving the identity of the murderers of the Qunari since it was clear that none of them were mages. So someone could argue they were simply regular backstreet cutthroats and had no connection with either the Qunari or what had occurred with Emmerline. As he neared the location of the circus, he was hailed by a familiar voice and a mabari bounded up to him enthusiastically. Beyond the dog, he saw Burren and Edrick approaching and when Argos had finished greeting him, he was given a strong hug by Burren. “You look awful,” said Burren as he stepped back and appraised his appearance, his voice tinged with emotion that emphasised his concern. “Are you okay?” “A bit bruised, in my pride more than my body, but otherwise I’m fine. How did you know to come looking for me?” “Sabina arrived at camp a short while back. When I saw you weren’t with her, I had to find you. Edrick wouldn’t let me go alone.” Edrick stood to one side looking somewhat self conscious. “Thank you,” Ellas said to him, with a sincere smile. “Think nothing of it,” the dwarf replied gruffly. “Couldn’t have Burren running off into danger.” “I’m touched at your concern, little buddy.” Ellas meant it. He had thought Burren would have been too wrapped up in Edrick to notice his absence and cajoled himself for his lack of appreciation for how deeply his friend cared for him. “I’m sorry about the clothes.” “Oh, hang the clothes,” Burren said with feeling. “They can be replaced. You can’t. Come on, let’s get you back to camp.” They started to walk in that direction, the two friends flanked by Edrick on one side and Argos on the other.. “Is Issala safe?” “Yep, he arrived with his patient not that long before Sabina.” “Patient? You mean she’s not dead?” “Not yet anyway, although Issala says it will be touch and go for a while yet. He thought that maybe you can help with some of your magic.” “Or something from my mother’s book of healing herbs. Come on, then, we’d better hurry.” Ellas broke into a jog. On reaching the camp, Ellas went first to his area in the stables and shed his soiled clothes, changing back into his buckskin riding gear, that was both comfortable and practical. He also included a cowl that he could raise to cover his hair to conceal it when out in the open. It was entirely possible he might fool any watchers with his changed appearance. He felt it was worth a try anyway Then he searched out his mother’s book and headed for Issala’s medical tent. “Hi there, I’m back,” he said as he entered. Sabina had found a chair and placed it at Emmerline’s side. She sat holding the ailing girl’s hand, and looked up at his entrance. “How are you feeling?” He directed a questioning look towards both Issala and then Sabina before walking forward. Sabina spoke softly. “It’s good to see you well, Ellas.” Her tired smile was relieved. Ellas placed a hand gently on Emmerline’s forehead. “Would you say she feels colder than normal?” He stared meaningfully at the hand Sabina was holding.” Sabina glanced at their clasped hands. “Not that I have noticed.” But her tone was uncertain. The elven women tilted forward and pressed her own forehead against that of Emmerline’s. “She does feel cool. I had held her hand so long I hadn’t noticed.” He gestured over the girl with his hand. “A simple healing spell to augment what you have already done, Issala. Your antidote really did the trick with countering that spell and that is something amazing without you managing to keep her alive afterwards. However, my Mam was a gifted spirit healer and she said that healing the body of its initial wounds was only half the battle.” “Thanks. That healing spell really might make the difference. But when you say ‘initial wounds,’ are you referring to internal bleeding, or…?” Issala saw a book in Ellas’s hands. “What’s that?” He handed Issala his mother’s’ journal. “You’’ll find I’ve marked a page that gives the recipe for her honey tonic. I think you probably have most of the herbs already but it should be easy enough to pick the rest up in the market, along with the honey. It should help with nullifying any infection from her wounds and also provide nourishment whilst she is still unconscious. The Keeper claimed they used to give it to those in Uthenera in ancient times but all I know is that it used to keep our halla alive when they were too sick to eat. Mam would dribble it into the side of their mouth.” Issala nodded and took the book. “That does sound like a good idea. Thank you. Is it alright if I copy it down, so that I can hand the journal back to you?” “Of course, whenever convenient. Mam wanted her knowledge to be shared, not hidden away.” He sat down on the other side of Emmerline from Sabina. “Mam said that the spirits were not just helpful in augmenting her mana to heal the body on this side of the Veil but also through being able to strengthen the mind and spirit in the Fade. When someone has been through such a terrible experience as she has-- just before her collapse her mind would have been full of anxiety and horror at what happened. That would have attracted demons of fear and despair which would feed off her emotions and encourage them. Eventually, they would convince her that their nightmare world was the only one, trapping her mind there whilst her body withered and died on our side of the Veil.” Issala and Sabina’s expressions were growing increasingly concerned at his description. Ellas continued. “I think the coolness of her skin is an indication that she is being preyed on by spirits of despair. A spirit healer is aided by spirits of compassion that would counter the effects of these demons and drive them away but since I am not a spirit healer, we will have to reach her mind and counter the demons in the Fade with a different sort of magic.” With that he began to sing. “Dalish mothers sing that to their children, so they will feel safe when they go to sleep at night. Even though she won’t understand the words, I think it will still be soothing to her spirit. You, though, Sabina, have a stronger magic of your own. She also knows you so I think you may be even more effective at driving away the demons.” “My singing would do that…” Sabina murmured very quietly. “Demons… do that?" Issala queried. "I’d thought her poor state was the result of the shock of having her boyfriend explode in front of her, plus her own injuries… although someone in that state would be easy prey for a demon, I suppose.” “Isn’t that saying the same thing only in a different way? It is only a theory on the part of both my parents but it does fit with everything we know about spirits. Demons are drawn to battlefields and other places where violence has occurred. Why do people die when their bodily injuries seem to have been dealt with? What makes Spirit Healers so much more effective at restoring people, even those brought very close to actual death, when other powerful mages cannot? The problem is that so many societies, even my own people the Dalish, have such a fear of having any contact with the spirit world because of the possibility of demons, they do not consider how we might interact in a positive way. It helps when the person seeking the help of the spirits has a gentle and compassionate heart, like my Mam, because that attracts only beneficial spirits and together they are stronger than any demon. You do not have to be a mage to help in this way though. That is why I asked how you were feeling. You need to put all fear and anxiety from your mind, concentrate on your compassion and wish to restore her to health and the demons will have no place here. Trust me, my name means Hope and my parents gave me it for a reason.” He smiled at Sabina. “Go ahead, sing to her. Use the beauty of your voice to banish the darkness from her mind and call the spirits of light to our aid.” Sabina was somewhat mystified by the idea of her singing being a sort of call to the spirits. She was also very weary, if intrigued. She rubbed one thumb over the cool palm of the injured woman. Now that she was aware the child was cooling, she could not stop observing it. She’d never had a deep held belief in the teachings of Andraste and the Maker. What she had learned suggested that intentions and emotions held sway with the spirits from the Fade. This was not a moment for the Chant of Light, however, even if she could recall all the verses. There was the matter of her mental state to consider. It had been an eventful day. She’d organized this young woman’s fate, and spoken with her son directly after so many years. She felt regret, for the former, and the ache of letting her son go was fresh in her heart. She came back one more to the strangeness of the idea- she was no mage. At the end of this consideration, however, she realized she must simply think of it as comforting someone who was slipping away. She could handle that. She could offer her voice. So she began to sing her second lullaby of the day, memories of a time when her own son wasn’t too old for them and lay nestled in his bed filling her mind with warmth and love. As Sabina sang, Ellas gently stroked Emmerline’s hair, his eyes closed, concentrating on encouraging an image in his mind of his mother when she called the healing spirits to her. When the song finished he opened his eyes and placed his hand once more on Emmerline’s forehead. The warmth had started to return. “It worked,” he said with a smile of gratitude at Sabina. She answered with a relieved expression of her own. “The demons have left her and we have replaced them with spirits of healing. With the tonic to nourish her we may yet bring her back to us. It is good that you brought her here, Issala, rather than to one of the buildings in the city. Our camp is like a little piece of Dragon’s Peak brought to Nevarra. Bann Sighard is a good man and has surrounded himself with like minded people, so the emotions found here are on the whole positive ones. I thought the disquiet I felt when I first arrived in the city was due to its size and the number of people. Now I think it was because I could already sense the fear that pervades it, particularly in the harbour area. There is evil in the shadows.” He transferred his gaze from Emmerline to Issala. “I do not think the death of the Qunari delegates was an isolated incident. I’m hoping for more information from another contact. However, the Qunari murders are what I am officially investigating.” He glanced again at Sabina. “Without a doubt you were right about Lord Scribonarius. Whatever he may have done in his own country, he is not guilty of this crime. However, I need more than feelings and hunches to convince the Grand Enchanter of his innocence and she is the one who holds the key to his prison. Emmerline’s testimony may help but until she wakes I will not know how much. I need more to prove he was not in any way involved and locate the real culprits.” Sabina had shifted in her chair as soon as he’d mentioned imprisonment. She stood, taking a step closer to Ellas. Shadows of concern marked her face. “What is this that you speak of, Lu- Lord Scribonarius is in prison?” “Yes, a cell in the Sun Dome which is designed to be unpleasant for a mage to be there for any length of time. I had Burren arrange for some supplies that he requested to be sent up there earlier today to make life a bit more pleasant for him but I’d rather he was not in that cell at all. However, he is under the supervision of a former Templar at the express wish of Prince Ferdinand. That is my problem. There are so many political ramifications to all of this. It doesn’t help that Lord Scribonarius is from Tevinter which automatically prejudices people against him.” That information churned within Sabina’s mind. Issala returned to the topic at hand. “Do you think the culprits are planning to disrupt the tourney? Or do you think they’re just trying to worm their way into a quiet position of power, and the Qunari died because they saw something they shouldn’t have?” “The Qunari delegates may have died to prevent them learning something or they were just a means to an end, possibly both. That note they were given that you translated for me suggests her boyfriend was a Qunari agent trying to arrange a meeting but these cultists must have captured him at some point, found out what he was doing and decided to use the opportunity to both kill the Qunari and frame someone else for it. I think Pontifex Anaxas was the intended target with Lord Scribonarius implicated by association but as things turned out, it worked the other way. That’s as much as I’ve been able to glean about their motivations thus far but there may well be more to their presence in the city. I just need more information before I can work out what it might be.” “That is a lot of conjecture,” Sabina said quietly, but her tone was distracted. She crossed her arms, holding her own elbows, as she gazed into a candle’s flame. Ellas yawned and sighed. “It’s been a long day and I’m too tired to properly process all the information I’ve got swirling around in my head. I’ll be better after I’ve had some sleep and spoken with Bann Sighard. He’s already retired for the night, so I’ll report to him in the morning and then see what he thinks we should do next. If you need someone to relieve you with watching over our patient, just give Burren or Gerry a call. I’m sure they’ll be happy to help. I’ll be with the horses if you need me for anything.” Sabina quickly inhaled then sighed. “I’ll head on back to my caravan then.” She gave a gentle pat to Emmerline’s hand. “I’ll likely see you on the morrow, Ellas.”
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Post by gervaise21 on Dec 31, 2020 12:55:09 GMT
Ellas had been unsettled by the events earlier that evening. It was the first time he had been forced into retreat in a battle. Normally his magic had been able to give him the upper hand. Not that he had ever had to battle the undead before. They were occasionally encountered in elven ruins but the clan’s hunters had usually dealt with them before he had been allowed in. The main lesson to be learned from the encounter was that he shouldn’t go dashing off into unknown territory on the spur of the moment, even he he was eager to capture his prey, particularly when dealing with these cultists. Also, never underestimate the power of a necromancer. The healing of Emmerline was some comfort to his bruised ego. It was clear he had been absolutely correct about the magic used on the Qunari and that had enabled Issala to provide an effective antidote to its effects. He was also buoyed up by the success of his theories concerning spirits. His parents ideas had never been more than speculation and he hadn’t been as confident of success as he had led Sabina to believe. Nevertheless, he knew it was vital that he didn’t give the appearance of doubt to his listeners. That was another idea that his father had always promoted. Successful magic was about self belief, not putting limits on the possibilities of what you might achieve. That had never been more true than when he killed the Templar who had slain his father. At the age of ten, it shouldn’t have been possible but the thought had never crossed his mind at the time. The Templar was threatening his mother so he did what he had to do to save her. He assumed that believing in his alter ego was what had allowed him to finally fully transform from elf to leopard, including what he was wearing at the time. Previously he had been overthinking it. Leopards don’t wear clothes so they had to be removed first. However, he knew it was possible to transform the whole because he had seen the Shady Lady do it. He wondered how she would have dealt with the revenant. With that he finally fell asleep. He dreamt that he was with the Shady Lady again, just as he remembered her, slim, pale skinned, dark hair. “ You have heeded my lessons well.” Her approval gave him a warm glow but he felt ashamed nonetheless. “ If only I had your skill, I could have transformed into something more powerful, a bear perhaps.”“ Have you been studying bears then?” “ No, not exactly.” He could hear her words distinctly now as she gave him the benefit of her wisdom so many years before. “ My skill as you put it is predicated on my willingness to spend time studying the creature I wish to become. This is necessary so I not only replicate its appearance but can imitate everything from its natural behaviour to its abilities successfully, which is important in order to convince others I am in fact that creature and also to ensure my own safety. That is why it takes so many years of practice to become a bird because to attempt flight without understanding it fully would end in disaster.” “ So you have to be the bird.”
“ Exactly. Did you think I was anything other than a large raven when you first saw me?” Ellas jerked awake. The pale light of dawn on the horizon was just apparent through the tent flap. He quickly lit the lamp by his bedroll and searched for his notebook. Flipping through the pages he found the page he was looking for. He had asked the couple in the adjoining room if they had heard anything unusual. Gabrielle had mentioned an owl. Then he remembered something else he had recovered from the room. He looked in his satchel and found the black feather. Quickly dressing he left the tent to look for Gerry. The latter was already awake and feeding his ravens. “Gerry, would you know what sort of bird this feather came from?” Gerry looked at it. “I’m not familiar with every bird there is but I can say what it isn’t. That doesn’t come from a raven or a crow. It’s the wrong sort of black.” “Could it be from an owl?” “I don’t know, I’m not too familiar with owls.” His face brightened. “We could compare it with one that did though. There was an owl hanging around our camp yesterday evening but the ravens mobbed it. They don’t like them you see because of it being a predator bird. It lost a few feathers in the exchange and I kept one for my collection.” He opened the box in which he kept his things for the ravens. “Here it is.” He held them up for comparison. “It looks the same to me.” “Me too,” Ellas sighed ruefully. “Thanks Gerry, that’s been a great help.” “Glad to hear it. Does the owl mean something then?” “It means I owe Issala an apology.” --- phoray; riverdaleswhiteflash
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Ellas went to check on Emmeline’s progress and found Burren watching over her. “Morning, Burren. Where’s Issala?” “He went to get the honey and herbs you suggested as the tented market opens early.” “That’s good. I’ll wait for him then. Have you been here long?” “No, I only just took over at his request whilst he went to the market.” Ellas checked Emmerline’s forehead and found her still warm, her demeanour peaceful. She didn’t stir at his touch though, suggesting she was still in a deep healing sleep. He would have to do without her testimony for the present as her well being should be the priority. He sat down on the opposite side of the bed to Burren to await Issala’s return. Issala walked into the tent fifteen minutes later and took a quick look around. “I’m back, Burren. Oh, Ellas, you’re awake. How’s the patient?” “She seems to be hanging in there,” he nodded towards what was in Issala’s hands. “The tonic should help improve her chances. I’ve every confidence in your ability as a medic.” He cleared his throat. “It seems though, I should have remembered you were trained as a scout and paid more attention to your observations yesterday. You said your instincts told you we were being watched and then you twice pointed out that owl to me. I also thought it odd it should be flying towards the city, yet I still didn’t give it enough consideration before dismissing it as not important. The owl was watching us; it wasn’t a normal owl but a shapeshifter.” “The… the owl? I… I’d just thought that was a curiosity. There are mages that turn into owls?” Issala paused, then looked around for mice. “Can mages turn into… other animals?” Ellas gave a slightly apologetic look. “Actually I know from personal experience. It is because I am a shapeshifter myself that I realised the owl could be one too. The mage who taught me could turn into a raven, among other things. It was transforming into a snow leopard that saved me from the revenant. I never told you what I can do in case it freaked you out. Sorry for not trusting you more. Maybe if I’d been more honest about my abilities you might have figured it out for yourself. I have to admit, though, that I thought shapeshifting was very rare among mages. It is not something that was taught in the Circles or in the clans that I know of, although Ma said it was rumoured some Keepers had rediscovered the lore. My mentor intimated it was an ancient, almost forgotten art by the majority of cultures. However, the Dark Sun would seem to be a very ancient Old God cult, so that could account for one of their members knowing it.” “There is an old legend in Tevinter that says the first Archon, Darinius, had animals that served him as spies,” said Burren. “I always imagined they were probably possessed by spirits but perhaps they were shapeshifters.” Ellas noticed Issala looking increasingly uneasy at the revelations. “I don’t think that’s helping, Burren.” He gave a reassuring smile. “You don’t have to worry whilst we are in the camp. Gerry’s ravens already drove off the owl. He says that is normal behaviour for ravens but they may have sensed something was off with it as well. Animals seem to have an instinct for these things so between the horses, the mabari and the ravens I think we are safe from any shapeshifters here.” “That’s good, that’s good.” Issala said hastily. “And don’t worry that you haven’t told me everything you’re capable of: I hadn’t been entirely forthright with regards to the books I’d taken from the magister, I can’t say much. So… when you’re shapeshifted, can you tell the difference between an ordinary animal and a shapeshifter?” “To be completely honest, I have no idea. I’ve never had occasion to put it to the test before now. That is an interesting question though. I was wondering whether I should go undercover as some other creature, maybe an ordinary cat, so I could follow suspects without being seen. However, if the other shapeshifter could detect me, that wouldn’t work and I need to be careful now I know there is likely one out there. As the transformation is magical, then it ought to be possible to detect a magical signature around the creature but that would only be possible if I was still in elven form and able to cast the requisite magic.” He looked thoughtful for a moment and then shrugged. “For the present I think we just need to be aware of the possibility of being followed by a shapeshifter, so we need to be wary of any creatures you notice taking particular interest in us. Now I need to ask a favour of you both. I think it is important to discover as much as we can about this cult so we know whether the murder of the Qunari was an isolated incident or part of some bigger plan. Burren has a good knowledge of Tevene and you have an eye for detail, Issala, so I was thinking of requesting you access to the records in the Sun Dome. Would you be okay with that?” “That sounds interesting,” said Burren. “Count me in.” Issala nods. “I’ll do it.” “There is something else though. I’m going to try and get the Grand Enchanter to release the Tevinter mage from his cell, even if he must stay within the Sun Dome. He was sent south to research this cult, so I was thinking of making it a condition of his release that he carries on with his task but shares anything he discovers with you. He probably won’t have any problem working with a dwarf but I’ve detected a certain prejudice towards qunari and he is unlikely to make the distinction that you are a Tal’Vashoth, Issala. So how would you feel about working with him?” Issala sighed, and paused for a couple of seconds. “Exasperated, probably. But if that’s what it takes to stop innocent people from dying...” “Great, I knew I could rely on you,” Ellas grinned. “I’d best go and report to Bann Sighard then and see if he is agreeable. I think I may need his status to help sweet talk Grand Enchanter Vivienne.” “I’d better come with you,” said Burren. “Bann Sighard will want me to take notes.” Ellas glanced at the bedside table, noticed the badge of office had been left there and picked it up. “That reminds me, I need to speak to Sabina too. I’d like her to give her testimony of what happened to back up my own. Keep up the good work with our other witness. I’ll let you know if our request is granted.” “Okay.” Issala turned back to Emmerline, and turned to look back to Ellas over his shoulder. “So… what arrangements are we making for Emmerline, while I work with… the Tevinter… what was his name again? I should probably commit that to memory before we do any work together.” “We can ask the others in camp, particularly Gerry and Argos, to take turns in watching over Emmerline.” He saw the doubtful look when he suggested the mabari. “Honestly, those dogs are that smart he could be entrusted with a task like that. In fact a mabari would probably sense if something was wrong with her before any of us could. Then they can send for you to return if they are worried. You’ll still be returning here each evening as I feel it’s the safest place for all of us.” He gave a grin when he thought about the name to use for the Tevinter mage. “As for the prisoner, I gather his full title is Lord Lucius Scribonarius but don’t let him stand on ceremony. Burren. Here, that family name indicates his ancestor was probably a scribe for some Altus, so he’s no better than the rest of us. That name is a bit of a mouthful too. Just call him messaire and that should be sufficient, polite but not deferential.” “I don’t know. I mean, I’d show some degree of deference to any other noble, especially a prickly one… Is he actually a noble, whatever his ancestor was? Or is ‘Lord’ a courtesy title?” “Tell you what, I’ll ask Sabina. I think she knows something about him and he hinted he knew her too. Then I’ll let you know before you meet him. Anyway, we could be getting ahead of ourselves; we still need to get the Grand Enchanter to grant us access let alone release him. So I’d best be off to Bann Sighard. See you later.” “See you. I’ll be here.” Issala turned back to his patient. She seemed to be recovering well.
Bann Sighard listened carefully to all that had transpired since Ellas’ last report and agreed that a visit to the Grand Enchanter should be the next course of action. He promised to set out as soon as he had finished his breakfast and Ellas said he would join him at the Sun Dome after he had called in on Sabina. After warning the rest of their company to be wary of any strange creatures in the vicinity of their camp and to take note if their own animals were uneasy, Ellas set out for the circus. This early in the morning, many were sleeping off the entertainment of the night prior, so outside of the servants scurrying about for the many noble people in temporary residence, the roads were quite clear. As he walked through the tented city, he glanced casually around for signs of being watched. He didn’t have Issala’s training but now he knew what to look for he felt he should be able to pick up on any creature following him. Nearing the Avaar encampment he noticed their leader Alsgaard was letting his eagle loose for her morning exercise and moved towards him. “Hello, there, how goes the tourney for you?” he asked. “Very satisfying up to now. My people are able to hold their own in the melee battles and none has been able to match me yet at archery.” “I’ve heard the Dalish from Wycombe are representing the Freemarches; have you met them on the field yet?” “No, that is scheduled for tomorrow.” “I’d wish you luck but I am rather partisan when it comes to my people,” Ellas grinned. “They are the clan of First Thaw so it would be no dishonour to be beaten by one of them,” Alsgaard smiled in return. “However, I don’t intend for that to happen.” Ellas nodded and then continued casually. “Have you or Saba noticed any strange birds flying around the area the last few days?” “It is funny you should mention it but Saba became very agitated when a black owl flew overhead yesterday evening. I thought it odd because she usually pays them no heed, for owls are no threat to her, but I put it down to being in an unfamiliar place.” “Saba is a wise bird and that owl was not all it seemed. Have you heard of shapeshifters?” “Like the Witch of the Wilds?” “That’s right. I think there may be one lurking with the intent of causing trouble, more likely at night rather than during the day. So be on your guard for any unfamiliar creatures near your camp.” “Thank you for the warning. I shall pay more attention to Saba’s disquiet from now on.” Ellas proceeded on his way with a degree of satisfaction. The shapeshifter would have a hard time getting anywhere near Bann Sighard’s camp now. He was also reasonably confident that he was not being followed. It seemed as though he had guessed correctly that these cultists preferred to operate under cover of darkness. When he neared the circus compound some of its members, the giant of a man and one of the acrobats, were already up and about preparing for the day. He heard a familiar voice as he approached. “If you could run the linen to the laundress, we should get it back by tomorrow morning.” Sabina said, pointing to a large lumpy cloth bag. Dunn’s back was to Ellas, so all he saw was the movement of the man’s shoulders as he signed something to Sabina. “Yes, here I’ll give you the coins myself and take from Dimitri’s box later.” Sabina caught sight of Ellas, her smile fading. She patted Dune’s arm on her way towards him. “Ellas,” She started quietly. “How fares Emmerline?” “She’s survived the night so we can be hopeful but she’s not conscious yet. Issala obtained the ingredients for the honey tonic this morning and that should help her.” “That’s a relief. I have another inquiry.” The woman paused, bearing the comportment of someone uncomfortable with what they were about to say. “Your news, yesterday, about Lord Scribonarius.” Sabina composed herself, her gaze turning sharp as it seemed she decided something. “It seems to be you are the only one on display even performing the investigation into the death of the Qunari delegates. Is there not more than can be done? Are those administering the details of the situation disinterested in finding the answers before the Grand Tourney itself is complete and all suspects have gone home beyond their reach?” “Ah,” Ellas gave a satisfied smile. “I thought I detected an element of concern yesterday when I mentioned him. That’s why I’m here. Bann Sighard was asked to investigate the matter as a neutral party not involved in local politics and he delegated the task to me because of the magic that was involved, since he has little knowledge of the matter and I do. Almost from the outset we had doubts about the guilt of the Tevinter mage but it is a question of convincing others. I have amassed a fair bit of evidence suggesting he was not responsible but your testimony would be helpful to add weight to it. Not only can you vouch for his character but you have also witnessed first hand a magical attack of similar nature for which he could not be responsible. So would you be willing to come to the Sun Dome with me this morning to give your account to the Grand Enchanter?” “I am willing,” Sabina confirmed, her countenance stoic and her tone resigned. “Before we leave, though, I have a warning for your company. The mage who attacked us last night was likely a shapeshifter. I don’t know if you are familiar with the concept but essentially they can alter their appearance to that of any creature and adopt their characteristics.” Sabina nodded. “There are many kinds of magic spoken of in Tevinter, so it doesn’t surprise me that it exists although I haven’t witnessed it myself until-” She frowned, “That was an abomination, surely, not shape shifting?” “I don’t mean the undead creature that attacked us but the mage which caused it. They clearly are an advanced practitioner of necromancy but can also change their shape. In this case the mage transformed into a black owl. Our raven keeper, Gerry, says there was one hanging around our camp yesterday evening before we left for the circus. Issala spotted one watching us at the circus and again flying towards the city ahead of us. An owl hooted just before that swordsman turned back on us, which I think was a signal to attack. A witness also heard an owl hoot around the time the Qunari must have been killed. Transforming into a bird and being able to fly is the skill of an advanced practitioner, so they may well be capable of other creatures as well. I hope they will leave your friends alone now as Emmerline is no longer sheltering here but I thought it only fair to warn you to be on the lookout for any unfamiliar creatures hanging around here.” Sabina nodded in understanding. “Poor form of me, but I’m thankful the cross hairs of these criminals have moved to the Bann’s camp now that Emmerline is there. I don’t fault Dimitri for being suspicious of strangers, but we were ill equipped to be protecting a witness to some grand scheme. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll let my companions know the reasons for my absence.” “Of course, I’m happy to wait whilst you do.” -POV change- Upon turning, Sabina locked eyes upon Nekal and walked toward the cloud gazing acrobat. “Heading out to save the world?” Nekal asked with a hint of whimsy, as he swung his legs round on the stage to sit up. Sabina’s smile was gentle. “In a way, I suppose. Did you mind telling Dimitri and your brother when they wake?” Nekal smiled back, playfully adding, “If they’re even awake by the time you come back. You didn’t see what they got up to last night.” But Sabina’s gaze was already resting on Salenia’s wagon. Nekal followed her gaze. “You’re going to need to tell her yourself.” He murmured, chagrined. Sabina didn’t reply, setting her shoulders and marching over to the wagon. She knocked on the small little entrance to it. “WOT~” was the only response, and the wagon shifted as the woman inside seemed to kick something. Curses followed and then the wagon was still. Perhaps Sabina was a coward, but she resorted to calling out. “Salenia, I’m going to the Sun Dome.” Not much of a response was given. Sabina sighed. “I’ll talk to you later when you’re more awake.” She walked back to Ellas. “Shall we?” She asked rhetorically, and they both walked on. Unlike the previous evening it was easy enough for them to engage in conversation as they proceeded towards the bridge across the river, so Ellas took the opportunity. “Since you have confirmed you are familiar with Tevinter, I must assume that is where you know Lord Scribonianus from. In which case, you probably know more about him than most in the south, even his host Viuus Anaxas. There are things I wish to know.To begin with, is he really a lord or is it merely a title he adopted among people who wouldn’t know any different? If the former, what would be the correct form of address when dealing with him?” “He is a lord in Tevinter, so use whatever you deem appropriate in the south.” “I ask because Issala is concerned that he should address him correctly, thus giving no further cause for the Vint to object to him beyond his appearance. Is he even aware that not all tall horned giants belong to the Qun?” “I make no claim to understand what goes on inside Lord Scribonianus’ mind, ser. An observation of Thedas could bring one to the conclusion that the bias is personal due to a recent loss during the current war. He is young.” Sabina replied, her words even and her expression placid.” Ellas acknowledged in his own mind that the two nations were currently at war, so it was not unreasonable for the Vint to have such an attitude, particularly if he had lost someone close to him. Issala would likely feel the same and make allowances. “You see it is our intent to request that Lord Scribonianus is no longer confined to the oppressive cell he currently occupies but is allowed to fulfil the task for which he came south. As I understand it, he was meant to be researching the cult that I believe attacked us. However, his release will be conditional on him staying within the confines of the Sun Dome and working with Issala and Burren in conducting the research, sharing anything he discovers with them. That will further help confirm his innocence, provided he co-operates.” “It would certainly benefit him to do so.” Sabina acknowledged. “However, I must admit to being curious about his status in Tevinter. He seems to be part of an organisation called the Lucerni. Are you familiar with them or what they do?” “I was fortunate that politics bore little effect on my routine; the bulk of my adult life was not spent in Minrathous.” A brief pause. “I am not shocked to hear that Lord Scribonianus is participating, I believe Lady Scribonianus was always interested in the sport.” “Also, whilst you always maintained his innocence of this crime, you admitted that he was capable of darkness in his actions. Before setting him loose once again in the world, I would like to know what he did to earn such censure, beyond being a noble from Tevinter that is.” Ellas gave a smirk. “As a Dalish I am apt to think a Vint is capable of almost anything but Bann Sighard has already reprimanded me for such prejudice.” “You would not be much of an investigator, ser, if you were not so naturally inclined to prod.” She glanced at him with a forgiving smile, softening the sharp rebuke. “I shall not continue to dance around the matter. I am an escaped slave. Lord Scribonianus kept me from freedom upon the death of my keeper. I had friends- I found the troupe. It is poor comedy that brought him and I together once more and I have not forgiven him for that dark intervention.” Ellas frowned and nodded. “I understand your reticence about divulging more before. Escaped slaves cannot be confident of their freedom, even in the south. I suspected as much about your connection with him but I was obliged by my duty as an investigator not to jump to conclusions. Be assured, you have nothing to fear in the future from him,” he said grimly. “That’s a promise.” “I appreciate the sentiment, even if it is unnecessary. As soon as it appears his release is imminent, he shall not find me. When the Tourney ends, he'll be back in Tevinter and distance ensures safety well enough.”
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Collaboration with phoray; ------------------------------ As Ellas and Sabina neared the Sun Dome they heard the sound of hooves approaching behind them and turned to see Bann Sighard mounted on Honey and accompanied by Jasce and Scruffy. He inclined his head with a smile at Sabina as he rode past, halted at the entrance and dismounted, throwing the reins to Jasce, who remained on his horse. “Are you sure you don’t want me to accompany you, my lord?” said Jasce. “I think I shall be safe enough within the Sun Dome,” Bann Sighard responded with a wry smile. “Madame de Fer may have a fearsome reputation when it comes to court intrigue but I believe her tongue is the worst I have to fear on this occasion.” He turned toward Sabina and bowed. “Thank you for complying with our request for your attendance.” Sabina elegantly returned his bow with a polite bow of her own. Bann Sighard continued, “ I apologise for not providing you with transport into the city but by the time I reached the circus I was informed you had already left.” He held out his arm. “At least let me provide you with a proper escort within.” A demure smile crossed her lips as she took his arm. “How very kind of you, ser.” He smelled of fresh linen after time in the sun. “It is important that your testimony is given due respect by the Grand Enchanter.” He smiled at Ellas “Lead on, if you please.” The door already stood open with the door warden attending it. Clearly their arrival had been noticed from within and instruction duly given. The tranquil, Muriel, awaited them in the reception hall and said they were expected by the Grand Enchanter, inviting them to follow. As they walked forward, Bann Sighard seemed to lean in slightly towards Sabina and whispered. “Please excuse me if I seem to walk somewhat close to you. I have to confess that my motives are not entirely gallant. I did not want to show my weakness before the Grand Enchanter and I find it easier to walk without limping if I have someone to lean on.” She looked up at him through her lashes. “You do me a favor, ser. Nerves may have carried me away, but you are here to ground me.” Grand Enchanter Vivienne received them in her throne room as she had done before with Ellas. “Back so soon,” she said with a querulous look at Ellas. “I assume you have something worthwhile to say?” Bann Sighard gently released Sabina’s arm and stepped forward. “Indeed he has. As I am sure you are aware, Ellas was acting in this matter at my request, Lord Aehrenthal having initially asked me to conduct the enquiry owing to my impartiality in the matter. There have been developments overnight which made Ellas feel we ought to inform you of our findings without delay.” “I see,” Vivienne gave a condescending smile. “Very well, what revelations do you have for me?” Bann Sighard nodded to Ellas. “Go ahead.” “When I inspected the crime scene it was apparent that the cause of death was either blood magic or necromancy. You assumed the former on the basis of the testimony of the Templar at the scene.” “And my own extensive knowledge, my dear.” “Really!” Ellas raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I was not aware you were an expert in blood magic.” “Nor I you,” she responded icily. “Theoretical, of course,” Ellas countered smoothly. “Which is also true of necromancy. However, I had something more than book learning to back my theory. I took samples of blood from the victims and had them analysed by our own expert. This showed conclusively that their blood had traces of magical poison, which would only be true of the spell ‘walking bomb’. Given the potency of the spell it had to be the version used by an advanced practitioner of necromancy, namely ‘virulent walking bomb’. I trust you are familiar with the spell.” Sabina listened on with curious interest, hands clasped politely while she waited. “I am indeed,” said Vivienne and Ellas detected a change in her tone that indicated he had roused her interest. Ellas gestured to Sabina. “The lady here, Sabina Barbus, whom you may recall from the Opening Ceremony and official reception, had a prior acquaintance with Lord Scribonianus in Tevinter and assures me that he is not an adept in either blood magic or necromancy.” Actually Ellas knew he was assuming the last claim but from Sabina’s description he was fairly confident that his specialism was that of a Force Mage. “I have also collected evidence that suggests the attacker may not have come from the direction of the corridor at all but rather flew in through the window.” “A Shapeshifter!” “So you are familiar with the concept?” The Grand Enchanter sniffed with an air of disgust. “We had such a one serve the Inquisition. I’m surprised she is involved in this.” “I doubt this is the same woman. In fact, I do not know whether our current attacker is male or female, just that they move around during the evening and at night in the form of a black owl.” “So the mage has an accomplice.” “Strange of an accomplice to implicate them in the murder and then try to eliminate the person who was attempting to prove their innocence. Last night, I was attacked, along with Sabina and another potential witness.” He gestured for Sabina to step forward. “Please relate what you know of her involvement and what transpired when I went to meet her.” Sabina bowed deeply. “Grand Enchanter Vivienne. My misfortune that my second audience with you should be marred by such skull duggery.” The Grand Enchanter smiled benignly at being shown such deference and cast a sideways glance at Ellas with a lift of an eyebrow to indicate that she considered he should do likewise. “I will endeavor to be succinct, so as not to waste your precious time. The morning following the Qunari’s delegates' tragic loss of life, a waif bearing much distress took an opportunity to hide among my troupe’s trunks. With much convincing, I kept the stray from making her escape permanent until her countenance could be taken down in detail by the chosen investigator. Leery of her safety, we organized a public meet for which the consultation should occur at a tavern of no importance. Alas, it appears that the true culprits had kept a closer eye on their wayward witness or mayhap it was an ill born coincidence, but that a man, likely the waif’s lover, called out to her. She left her bodyguard behind in a rush to reconnect, only for their very embrace to result in a toxic explosion.” “I had heard reports of some disturbance at the docks but the accounts were somewhat vague as to its nature.” Vivienne stated airily “Pray continue “With quick thinking and treatment by Ellas, and his man, Issala, a chance for conference still beats tenuously within her breast. But I get ahead of myself. Ellas took off to make chase after the suspected perpetrator, and I followed, intent to give support.” Sabina glanced down, as the memory came up, still fresh. “One of the men impaled himself upon his own blade, only for his body to transform into an abomination the likes I have only ever heard of. The bodies of others reanimated, and I was pressed to quickly find reinforcements for the situation among those of the Tourney Guard.“ Vivienne nodded her understanding. “More necromancy it would seem. Very well, I stand corrected about the form of magic used against the Qunari for it seems likely the same person was responsible for both.” She addressed herself to Bann Sighard. “Do you now accept my accusation that this affair was the work of a Mortalitasi? Specifically, Viuus Anaxas and thus, as his guest, the Tevinter mage could still have had some part in it. I doubt the murder of the Qunari could have been achieved by one mage.” “We agree that it would have required more than one mage to have accomplished that feat without their activity being detected or the Qunari sounding the alarm,” Ellas spoke up, refusing to be side-lined. “However, that was always the problem I had with the attacker entering the Qunari’s chambers after they had done so, which would have been the case with Viuus Anaxas. There could have been no element of surprise coming from the corridor in that way. However, if someone was already within the room, it would have been accomplished with the stealth needed to catch them unawares. Something that Sabina forgot to mention is that when speaking with our witness earlier in the evening she admitted that she had unlocked the door to the tower at the request of her boyfriend and also delivered the note to them that took them to the room whilst the reception was still in full swing and thus there was a degree of ambient noise to drown out anything happening in the room. The fact is this was not a spur of the moment act by a man who had only just arrived in the city, as Lord Scribonarius had done, but planned in advance. Nor do I believe that their death was the prime motivation for the act. Rather it was intended as a distraction and cause of dissent between the ruling parties of the city, so they would focus their attention on that and not notice anything else that these people were doing.” He nodded to Bann Sighard to continue. “It is a tactic that has been witnessed in our own country and this is why we suspect this group is responsible, particularly as the Tevinter mage was sent south specifically to investigate the cult. Have you heard of the Dark Sun?” “It is not a group with which I am familiar. Have they been in existence long?” The Grand Enchanter asked. “Over a thousand years or more,” Ellas declared with satisfaction at his superior knowledge. “They are devoted to the Old God, Lusacan.” He held up the amulet taken from Lucius. “This was given to the mage as a way of identifying them.” Bann Sighard held out a similar amulet. “This was taken from the dead body of an apprentice serving the Magister who caused the trouble in Ferelden.” “I gather a similar emblem was taken from a group of slavers operating on the east side of the Imperium with connections in Antiva,” said Ellas. “It was making the connection with the group operating in Ferelden, also with the assistance of Antivan Crows, that caused Magister Pavus to start looking into the meaning of the amulet.” “Magister Dorian Pavus?” “That is correct. It was he who sent the mage south on his behalf.” “I wonder he did not send him directly to me.” Ellas and Bann Sighard exchanged glances. They had already discussed the matter between them. Ellas had promised discretion to Viuus Anaxas but only so long as his hand wasn’t forced. Bann Sighard had agreed that being attacked in the night by a necromancer counted as such a provocation. “There is a suspicion that there are Mortalitasi who are also members of this cult. Viuus Anaxas was hoping to deal with the matter without a scandal and that is why you were not involved. We feel the time for such secrecy is past. We need your expertise, Madame Vivienne and in particular access to your archives so we can find out as much as we can about this group.” “We must also ask for you to keep the matter within these walls,” said Bann Sighard. “It is why I haven’t reported to Lord Aehrenthal. We cannot be certain who we can trust within the Ducal Palace but we know we can trust you.” He saw her smile with self satisfaction at his declaration. “We need to keep this cult guessing about what we know and what we plan to do, hopefully before more lives are lost to them.” “Very well, I agree.” “One more thing,” said Ellas. “We would appreciate it if you would allow the Tevinter mage to fulfil the task for which he was sent south and let him join in our research.” “You wish me to free him?” She sounded doubtful. “A conditional freedom. He must remain in the Sun Dome and not communicate with anyone outside of it. I assume your Templar can ensure he complies with that. Also, he must cooperate with our team and share anything he discovers with us. This will be an indication of good faith on his part and that he is not involved in any way with our enemies.” “You do not think him wholly innocent?” Ellas glanced at Sabina before replying. “If there is one thing the Dalish have always believed, it is that you don’t trust any mage from Tevinter. He may not be guilty of the murder of the Qunari but that is as far as I am willing to concede on that one.” “With one or two exceptions, I am inclined to agree with you.” Vivienne looked smug. “Perhaps you have some sense afterall, my dear. Leave the names and a description of the individuals to whom you wish access granted with Muriel as she will be my representative in the investigation. She has been cataloguing our archives ever since I took up my position of Grand Enchanter four years ago so you will find it quicker to consult her about where to start your search than try to manage on your own.” “That will be helpful,” agreed Ellas. “What about Lord Scribonianus; should I go tell him the good news?” “No, I shall summon him here, together with his servant and his jailor, and explain to him personally the terms of his release. I want him to be clear in the understanding that if he fails to cooperate with them he will be answerable to me as custodian of this building.” “Then we need detain you no longer with our presence,” said Bann Sighard. “I thank you for your assistance in this matter. Good day.” He gave a dignified bow, turned and recovered Sabina’s arm before heading sedately towards the door. --- “Well that went better than I expected,” said Bann Sighard as they left the Sun Dome. “We’ve stroked her ego no end,” said Ellas. “She didn’t mind conceding the point on the blood magic when we gave her such a coup on the Mortalitasi. The Duke will never get the Sun Dome back from her now. Mind you, after my recent experience, I’m inclined to think she was right to have her suspicions about their motives in trying to recover it. I may not like her but I think she is a safe custodian of its treasures.” Bann Sighard nodded his agreement and then turned to Sabina. “Thank you for your contribution. Let me offer you a ride back to your friends.” He waved Jasce down from his horse with a grin. “The walk will do Jasce good.” Before Sabina could answer, they were hailed by a familiar voice and looked over to see Burren running towards them. That alone was enough to indicate something serious was afoot, Burren never usually went faster than a sedate jog, but his breathless account confirmed it. “Big trouble over in the dwarf quarter,” he puffed and held his side from the exertion. “The Kal-Sharok contingent are accusing the Orzammar lot of foul play. You need to come at once, Ellas.” “Why me? I don’t know the first thing about dealing with irate dwarves.” “That Durk fellow seemed to think you could help. Something to do with a set up.” The Ferelden group exchanged glances with worried frowns and Ellas nodded. “I asked him to do some digging for me. Maybe he was a bit too successful and our nasty little cultists found a way to get back at him when they couldn’t do so directly. I’d better go.” “You and Burren can take Jasce’s horse then. You’ll need him to negotiate dwarven etiquette.” “Me!” Burren looked aghast. “I did my bit delivering the message. There’s no way I want to be the go-between for some angry deshyrs.” “Ellas, if I may have a word.” He turned his attention to Sabina. “It appears the investigation has only just begun. I have some experience with traditional dwarven etiquette, so in this fashion I would offer my skills.” “Thank you, that would be helpful. You also have a connection with Lord Aehrenthal and both groups are only here by his invitation.” “You should go too, Jasce and take Honey, “said Bann Sighard. “The Orzammar dwarves will know you from the ship and will remember that we represent their ally the King of Ferelden.” “I’m not happy about leaving you here alone, my lord.” “Scruffy can stay to look after me whilst Burren finds us alternative transport to take us back to camp. I want to let Issala know the good news so he can spend a few hours in the Sun Dome today. I don’t think we should waste any time in making use of the concession granted us. Lives may depend on it.” Ellas vaulted aboard the spotted mare that Jasce had ridden and Jasce helped Sabina up behind him before vaulting onto Honey. They rode away from the Sun Dome at a canter that took them quickly past the elegant homes of the nobility in that quarter of the city to arrive at the Dragon’s Den in short order. It was apparent that the City Guard had also been called to the scene but it was all they could do to prevent the two sides from joining battle in the streets. There was much yelling and posturing between the leaders of the two dwarf factions as they rode up, whilst the massed ranks of their respective teams had formed up ready to enter combat. However, the sound of the horses approaching, something not generally heard in the Dragon’s Den, was enough to give a pause in the shouting as the horses stopped between them. He saw Durk give a brief nod in their direction to acknowledge their arrival. “What is the trouble here?” demanded Ellas and he slipped down from his horse and held out his arms to help down Sabina. Sabina slid off the saddle with his assistance. “It’s no business of yours,” declared Lord Azaharg of Kal-Sharok before he turned back towards the Orzammar deshyrs and resumed yelling. “We demand satisfaction for the death of Legnar.” “It is nothing to do with Edrick,” shouted Lord Meino. “You are using any excuse to keep our best fighter from the competition.” “That’s right,” agreed Lord Oerik. “If it isn’t insulting enough to King Bhelen to allow you into the competition at all, now you resort to dirty tricks in an attempt to win it.” “You stone cursed nug humpers are the ones using dirty tricks. Why else would members of your retinue go wandering off into the city. If it is not the one you call Edrick, then it is your second.” Lord Azaharg pointed to Oerik and then Durk. “He was also outside the dwarven quarter for much of last night.” “How would you know that if you haven’t been spying on us. It is not for you to say where we may go.” Hands grasped weapons and the city guards started to back off, deciding that they would be better off quitting the scene and leaving the dwarves to fight it out among themselves. Ellas took out his badge of office, held it up and declared in an authoritative tone. “By the power vested in me by Duke Sandral Anaxas, I demand you stand down.” Much to his surprise, this had the desired effect of both stopping the conflict from escalating further and the city guards from quitting the scene. There was a brief silence that followed his command before Sabina stepped forward. “My lords!” Sabina’s strong voice carried across the space. “Surely, the number of dwarves is too low in number to squander! Here, on the surface, you should liken a Grand Tourney to that of a Proving. Seek blood where there is glory to earn for your ancestors! Nothing is truly gained in this field of obscurity.” “Not to mention that Lord Aehrenthal has declared Kal Repartha outside of the arena,” said Jasce. “If you break it then you may all be banished from the tourney. Then neither side will recover the hammer. Please return to your respective camps and allow my companion here to investigate the matter.” The Orzammar dwarves were first to concede and returned inside the Diamond Lass with much grumbling and glaring at the Kal-Sharok group as they did so. The latter dwarves took rather longer to comply but in the end Lord Azaharg gave a curt nod in their direction. “Very well, surfacers, we shall comply for now. You will find us based at the other end of the street in the mansion of the merchant, Kerdrick Dunnharg.” With that he turned on his heel and walked with his retinue in the direction of the estate. Ellas exhaled with relief. “Phew, that was a close one. Thank you both for that. Now for the tricky part, particularly the Kal-Sharok contingent, persuading them that I really do have the matter in hand.” He glanced at the half a dozen city guards who were still loitering, unsure what to do next. “You may leave now. If I’m unsuccessful then I doubt you will be able to do much about keeping the dwarves apart.” The soldiers departed with obvious relief on their faces. Ellas took a deep breath and rotated his shoulders to ease the tension in them. At his close right, Sabina spoke. “I’m a bit surprised what we said worked. I’m sincerely glad it did, however. What’s next?” “Right, let’s start with the Orzammar lot.” As they headed towards the Diamond Lass, Durk appeared at the door and handed Ellas an envelope. “Here is my report. I had nothing to do with the death of their scout, even if he was following me.” “I didn’t think you did, nor Edrick either. I know where he goes at night.” “Very well, then their scout may just have been unlucky in being associated with me in the minds of others. Or maybe he was poking his nose elsewhere where it wasn’t wanted. You’ll see what I mean in my report. I trust you’ll deal with the matter now. I’ve my hands full keeping the deshyrs from doing anything foolish.” “Thank you, Durk. Send your account to Bann Sighard and he’ll settle it.” Durk shook his head. “Have that one on me. Keep watching your back, Ellas.” As Durk departed, Sabina spoke. “You have more connections than I would suspect even with the Bann as your benefactor. But carry on, my curiosity can very well wait.” They turned away from the inn and Ellas opened the envelope to check the report: I did the rounds of the watering holes of the seedier parts of this city. Everywhere the result was the same. People were happy to talk until I mentioned the deaths and then they suddenly had business elsewhere. Finally I managed to get a dwarf enough in his cups to get the false courage to speak with me. Most of the deaths were down in the docks area or the slums beyond the walls. No obvious connection between the victims other than that and the mutilation of the bodies. All had the eyes gouged out, the ears sliced off, the tongue cut out. Pretty clear message there. Don’t go looking where you’re not wanted and don’t speak about anything you may have accidentally seen or heard. It first started just after the tourney was announced and people began to arrive in the city to begin the construction for it. When I asked what the city authorities have done about it, he gave a laugh and implied they were mixed up in it. “Listen, friend, if those black robed bastards are up to something, leave them to it. Running to the authorities will only get you killed like the others.” Make of that what you will. I hope this helps. Durk.Ellas showed the report to his companions. Sabina’s eyes widened and she shook her head in disgust as she read it. She handed the sheaf back to Ellas. “Another pointer to Mortalitasi involvement in this,” he said ruefully. “Also, that there is likely a cultist actually in the Ducal palace. I don’t think it is Viuus Anaxas though. I think the idea in killing the Qunari was to discredit him and get him out of the way.” He placed the report in his satchel. “Right, now for the difficult part, dealing with Lord Azaharg.” As they approached the mansion of the dwarven merchant Ellas mused. “I wonder what connection the Kal-Sharok dwarves have with this merchant?” “He was looking for assistance from the deshyrs at the reception in preventing raids on his trading caravans,” said Sabina. “If he had no success there, perhaps he thought Kal-Sharok could help.” “Offering them the hospitality of his estate would seem to indicate as much. Do you suppose dwarven etiquette is the same in Kal-Sharok? I’ve little enough knowledge of Orzammar let alone a thaig that had been thought lost for the best part of 1000 years. I assume Tevinter was equally in ignorance as their southern kin.” “So far as I am aware, Ellas. From what I have heard they hold to tradition even more than Orzammar does. I have had no dealings with them personally. They have no connection with the Ambassadoria as far as I know. Still, diplomacy shall never be a burden upon those it’s bestowed upon” Lord Azaharg was awaiting them in the reception hall of the mansion. He looked imperious despite his small statue and had a keen penetrating gaze. He was also alone. Ellas nodded at Sabina to begin. Her eyes cast about the room and found that they were alone with the lord. A few tense but quiet seconds ticked by, before Sabina simple looked vaguely at the wall to the left of Azaharg. “This group seeks audience with the Lord of this place. We will wait for the appropriate assistance to arrive on this matter.” The dwarf lord held up his hand to stop her. “We have dispensed with such nonsense in Kal-Sharok. You have leave to speak with me.” Ellas decided that directness would be the best approach. “Thank you, Sabina, I’ll take it from here. Lord Azaharg, may I see the body of the victim?” Azaharg gave a curt nod and gestured for them to follow him. He led them into an adjoining room where a body was laid out and covered with a sheet. “We will do what we can to preserve him so we can return him to the Stone.” “I could help with that,” said Ellas. “A simple glyph of preservation would maintain him in his current state for a month, more than enough for your purposes.” “So you are a mage? Very well, do so.” Ellas stepped forward and pulled down the sheet. He motioned with his hand and placed the requisite glyph on the body. It was clear how the dwarf had died. There was a gaping wound across his throat. His eyes were also gouged out and from what Ellas could see his ears had also been removed. He assumed the tongue had been similarly mutilated as he guessed Azaharg might object to him investigating closer. Having concealed the body he turned back to Azaharg. “I can vouch for the two people you accused. He wasn’t killed by any dwarf from Orzammar,” he declared emphatically. “So what was your dwarf really doing last night.?” “How dare you!” Sabina shifted on her feet, her hands inching closer to her rapiers at the sudden turn in the tone of the conversation. “I dare a great deal when murder is involved," Ellas declared. "Your brother dwarf was a victim of cultists currently operating in the city. His body has the same signs on it as other deaths in the months preceding your arrival. Now if they were simply trying to cause trouble between you and Orzammar, his body would have been left untouched. The fact it has been mutilated suggests to me that he must have been poking his nose where it wasn’t wanted. So, what was he doing in the city last night?” Lord Azaharg looked affronted for a second but then he shrugged. “Legnar was not actually participating in the tourney. He is in the party as our chief scout. When travelling to the city we emerged from the Deep Roads in the mountains to the west and had to travel the last part overland. Cumberland is very old though and like other cities of the Imperium it must once have had a large undercity devoted to the dwarves with connections to the Deep Roads. The merchant here is having trouble with the routes north overland now caught up in the conflict. So we thought we might do business with him and thus it might be worth checking out the Deep Roads leading out of Cumberland. Legnar didn’t want to arouse the curiosity of the Orzammar dwarves by delving around in the dwarven quarter so he thought to try investigating outside of the enclave first. During the day he stayed with us at the arena but after dinner he scouted around the city for signs of people using basements that might link underground.” “Alone?” “As you have pointed out, the city is under Kal Repartha, so we had no reason to think him in any danger and the rest of us needed to conserve our energies for the competition. Then this morning the city guard found him, recognised he was one of our group by his armour and brought him to our door.” Ellas exchanged glances with Sabina and Jasce. “That seems to follow a similar pattern to previous deaths, which started occurring long before the Orzammar dwarves arrived in the city. These people are very dangerous so do not make any further attempt to seek them out for yourselves. Leave it to me and you will have justice for your kin.” “If it were not for the fact we are in an unfamiliar city, I would still pursue this matter for myself. The dwarves of Kal-Sharok look after our own. However, as your companion noted earlier, our numbers are few so we can ill afford any further deaths if we are to recover our hammer.” Azaharg considered, frowning. “How long does Kal Repartha last?” “Until the end of the tourney I believe“ The dwarf leader nodded. “Very well, you have until the end of the tourney to bring the perpetrators to justice without our interference.” He gave a dismissive wave of his hand. “You may go.” Outside of the estate once more, Ellas glanced at the others and rolled his eyes. “Yet more reason to find the murderers before the end of the tourney. Still I don’t want to take on these cultists again without knowing a bit more about them. Let’s hope Issala and Burren can turn up something useful at the Sun Dome. I need a break from this to help me think.” He smiled at Sabina. “I guess that goes for you too. Let’s get you back to the circus.” Sabina nodded, looking suddenly tired at the prospect. ------- phoray; riverdaleswhiteflash;
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Post by gervaise21 on Feb 7, 2021 9:11:24 GMT
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“Issala? There you are.”
“Bann Sighard. It’s good to see you. How did the meeting go, my lord?”
“It went well. Lord Scribonarius has been conditionally released from his cell to continue his research, as we asked. You have permission to join him. We were hoping you could spend a few hours assisting him this morning. The first rounds of the joust are this afternoon, so you may be needed here. Still that should at least give you the chance to meet him and introduce yourself.”
“I’m not looking forward to it, my lord. I won’t lie to you about that, especially because Ellas likely already told you… but it needs to be done. Is Burren here? Or is he already at the Sun Dome?”
“He’s just collecting his writing equipment and notebook. I’ll want him to keep a record of anything you find that seems to relate to this cult... You are only to stay up there during the day when you can be spared from medical duties at the tourney and then return each evening. I don’t want any of my people in that city at night from now on. Ellas is right. Out here we can see our enemies coming.”
“That’s wise, my lord. Ah...” Issala looked outside to see how much light was coming in through the tent. “I think I have enough time to spend a few hours there now, if I may.”
“Yes, you should go at once. I am placing my trust in you on this matter. I agree with Ellas that we should keep our enemies guessing from now on. They are more likely to be watching him than you but even if they should observe you entering the Sun Dome, they may not necessarily connect it with our investigation. So long as the Tevinter mage is kept within and those in the palace are ignorant of the matter they may assume we have reached a dead end with our enquiries. If anyone should ask your reason for being there, outside of the Grand Enchanter and her tranquil, Muriel, just say you are researching potions to help with your duties as a physician. That is plausible enough. Then you can share your findings with us when you return each evening.”
Issala listened closely to the plan and tried to commit it to memory. “I will, my lord.” Issala takes a quick glance over towards Emmerline. “She’s stable, right now. Between my own work binding her injuries, and Ellas’s work healing her body and spirit, I do not expect any sudden downturns. But please, send word to the Sun Dome if anything happens.”
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Post by phoray on Mar 18, 2021 14:41:51 GMT
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Day 3, early afternoon
Ellas halted the horse carrying him and Sabina near the Circus and slid to the ground, turning to offer Sabina a hand down. Before letting her leave he said quietly. “Would you still be interested in helping our investigation?” "Leaving you in that office after the interview, I thought I was done with it all. It seems fate decided otherwise. I will assist as best I can until the troupe moves on with the end of the Tourney." “I’d like to know a bit more about the Duke’s son but it is difficult to know who I could approach for information without arousing suspicion. However, Lord Aehrenthal’s daughter, Gabrielle, is currently in a relationship with him and given your connection with her father, she wouldn’t think it odd for you to engage her in conversation. Plus I saw her in the parade at the Opening Ceremony and I think her name was in the lists for the rapier event. As you are rather handy with a weapon yourself, if you offered your services as a sparring partner that would also not seem suspicious. It would have to be when she is at the arena because otherwise Tylus might be with her. He is taking part in the event over at the Mages Meadow, so he won’t be able to attend her early rounds. What do you think?” Her expression was openly impressed. “It is as if you’d had my involvement planned all along. Very well, Ellas. I will strive to do as I am able on the matter. Will I look for you at the Bann’s to relate any information or wait for you to come round?” Salenia, red hair sticking up in places from her recent rouse from bed, came up behind Sabina just as she finished her question. Sabina, sensing her presence, turned slightly to acknowledge her arrival. “Hmm, Bann Sighard will be attending the Tourney either in his box or down with the competitors in the joust. If you discover anything useful, ask him to pass a message saying you wish to see me. Then I’ll discretely drop by later.” Salenia’s eyes went wide, jumping between the two of them, before settling on Sabina. “Should I latch on the shackles now?” Salenia demanded, anger flaring. “What?” Sabina reflexively asked in confusion, turning completely toward her friend, Ellas forgotten. “What do you mean, ‘what?’ This is irrational, ill conceived! The true meaning of untenable could not be more aptly applied!” The fire tumbler’s words only became louder as she continued. “Salenia-” “No!” She gritted her teeth to be more quiet. “I didn't even want you getting involved with qunari in the first place.” “Emmerline-” Sabina began, conciliatory tone. The attempt to be quiet was abandoned. “And look at what that got her!” Sabina flinched, but had no time to respond before she continued, “And now this?!” Sabina paused, but Salenia was truly waiting for a response this time. “He gave his life for his son-” “Yes! his son!-Not yours!” Salenia punctuated each sentence with a stab of her finger in her direction. “And not your life!” Sabina had not expected such a strong response from Salenia. “I…” Sabina trailed off. “I know that look , Sabby. And I'll tell you right now, in no uncertain terms,” Salenia tone went lower with emotion. “I will NOT help that man hurt you again.” Salenia took a deep breath to calm herself. "If you do this, you do this without my support." Silence from Sabina. It was something she felt she had to do. Salenia’s eyes widened in shock. Her expression slid soon into angry disappointed sadness. "I hope you fail," she gritted out, her voice sounded as if it came over a lump in her throat. "Don't kill yourself in the process." And she turned away, went to her cart, and slammed the small door shut. Sabina set her shoulders, and turned back to Ellas. “If I find out anything, I will seek out the Bann. Good day, for now, Ellas.” Ellas took the hint that he had been dismissed and so graciously bowed, vaulted back on his horse and rode away, pondering what had been said. Clearly there was more to the exchange than mere annoyance at Sabina continuing to involve herself in his investigation but if she didn’t wish to enlighten him, he would respect her privacy, for the present. He had more immediate concerns. Not only the business he was conducting on Bann Sighard’s behalf but also the qualifying rounds of the joust were taking place that afternoon. He needed to get back to camp and prepare himself and Alban for the contest.
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Post by gervaise21 on Mar 23, 2021 17:44:19 GMT
After lunch, Ellas did his best to erase the investigation from his mind and concentrate on his participating in the joust. It had, after all, been his ambition to do so for the last six months and he had worked hard to improve his physical strength and combat technique, as acknowledged by Bann Sighard in approving his entry for the competition. Whilst the investigation was undoubtedly important and a grave responsibility, he didn’t see why he needed to give up his dream of success in the arena of the most prestigious conquest of arms in Thedas. Besides he had found that focussing his attention elsewhere was frequently the catalyst to having inspiration in an otherwise unrelated activity. Thus it was that the joust wholly occupied his attention.
Ellas was on the same side of the draw as the bronto but would not actually meet him in the lists unless they both qualified for the quarter final. To do so Ellas would have to defeat three out of four opponents in his qualifying group to reach the last sixteen. Luckily, as a wild card, he did seem to have been grouped with other competitors who were not officially part of a major team but competing as individuals. Whoever came out top of this group would then go forward to be matched with the champion of the group with the bronto in the quarter finals, if they made it that far. This had a number of Orlesian entrants, some of whom were also competing as individuals. Without the bronto to thin out their ranks he might well have met one of them in the quarterfinal. As it was, the bronto caused the carnage that had been anticipated by the Orlesians in objecting to its participation. The crowd though found the business highly amusing, given the locals’ dislike for the Orlesians who were the chief sufferers and the fact that none of their own competitors were affected.
Bann Sighard had left his box in order to stand with Ellas in the warm up area and advise him on strategy.
“Watch how the other horses respond to the bronto,” he advised. “They are fairly consistent in how they duck away at its approach and the dwarf on the bronto has anticipated the reaction, adjusting the trajectory of his lance accordingly before closing with them. Remember that when you confront him yourself in the quarter final round because you must have confidence that Alban will not shy away. The dwarf will still expect that to happen, so he will likely miss you entirely.”
Ellas nodded his understanding from behind his helm of anonymity. The bronto duly qualified for the last sixteen leading to the finals later in the week, as did Ellas and the other three knights from Ferelden. However, this would be the point at which former champions would join the lists, having been given a bye through the qualifying rounds, so the competition would become much harder at that point. Nevertheless, the Ferelden party were in a buoyant mood as they left the arena and returned to Bann Sighard’s camp.
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Post by gervaise21 on Apr 10, 2021 19:40:54 GMT
Collaboration between Riverdaleswhiteflash and Gervaise --- Issala's Research Journal Day 1: I met with Lord Scribonarius. He was exactly what I was expecting. So I’m not going to enjoy this, but I knew that going in.
I was already mostly up to speed on what he knew. He seemed a little disappointed about that. But he confirmed everything I’ve already been told: the cult is an ancient society devoted to the Old God of Night, Lusacan, and their cultists have a depressing amount of influence in the Imperium, behind closed doors of course. Lord Scribonarius also agrees they’ve likely infiltrated the Mortalitasi, though he fears they may have been part of it from the very start.
I had wondered if that could actually be true, and was on the verge of dismissing it, but Lord Scribonarius mentioned an odd detail about the Sun Dome itself that lends credence to the idea. I have observed that the Sun Dome (ironically enough) has a map of the night sky inside of it. At first, I dismissed it as mere decoration, but Lord Scribonarius pointed out that a specific constellation is given an odd amount of attention: Tenebrium, the constellation associated with Lusacan.
The catch up was quick enough that Lord Scribonarius and I were able to do a little research on the early days of the Mortalitasi, though not very much.----- After a busy day, everyone felt in need of a good meal that evening. Afterwards Ellas, Burren and Issala withdrew to his tent where they could discuss privately what he had discovered. Issala pulled his notes out of his bag. “Okay, I have my notes here from the first day. It’s not much, but… well, we might be on to something.” Ellas studied them. “That’s interesting about the dome itself. You should definitely investigate that further. From what the dwarven stone mason told me, the building, like much of the original part of the city, probably dates to when the Imperium ruled the area. It was likely constructed specifically as a port serving the southern end of the Imperial Highway. The reason the Duke is trying to regain control of the building is that it was likely the seat of the rulers before it was gifted to the Chantry. That’s why the two buildings are connected.” Ellas was thoughtful. “Although, if Tenebris is so prominent in the dome, it is possible it could even have been the temple to the Old God Lusacan in ancient times.. See if you can find anything about the history of the actual building before it was given to the Chantry.” “I could focus on that part of the research,” volunteered Burren. “There might be documents from the Shaperate in the archives. I could also look for runes. The dwarf masons tended to leave them in unobtrusive places to make it clear who was responsible for the work but without offending their employer.” Ellas nodded his approval at the idea. “Good, that will allow you, Issala, to remain focussed on looking for references to the Dark Sun and any other clues that they could be connected with the Mortalitasi.” He gave a glance at the opening entry in the journal and grinned at Issala. “You say Lord Scribonarius is exactly what you expected. I hope he isn’t being too unpleasant. Does he at least seem to be co-operating with your research?" Issala nodded. “He is. He’s putting everything he has into it, and I haven’t caught him holding any information back. Whatever unpleasant things he might be or might have done, I think he takes his assignment for the Lucerni seriously. And I think he does realize and does care that sharing the information with us might save lives.” “I look forward to hearing more of what you discover together then.” Issala nodded. “You’ll know everything the same day I do.” He paused. “Out of curiosity… how much do you know about astronomy? I never learned anything that wasn’t strictly practical, which given how limited my area of operation was, meant that I knew how to find north and that was it. Landon and Burren had to explain the concept of a ‘constellation’ to me. Do… you know why this one might be significant enough to justify the attention the masons paid it?” “What constellation is that?” Ellas queried and referred back to the journal. “Oh Tenebrium; that Tevinter name means nothing to me. I’m not an expert on the night sky. Like you, I was taught what I needed to know to find may way around using the stars. The Keeper also taught me some of our legends concerning certain constellations. I’m not sure how useful that might be. Why don’t you ask Muriel if they have any books on astronomy in their library at the Sun Dome.” Issala thought for a second. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s probably a good move. Thanks for the thought.” --- phoray ; riverdaleswhiteflash ;
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Post by phoray on May 20, 2021 1:22:05 GMT
Day 4, Late Morning
Cowl pulled just so over her ears, Sabina walked with purpose towards the Noble’s Quarter. It wasn’t difficult to find, each individual tent with bright pennants fluttering in the wind from the tops of their center mast poles. As she stepped onto the main thoroughfare of the temporary neighborhood, her boots knocked on the board walk. Another difference to smooth out the muddied path passersby would otherwise have to struggle through. A good choice, especially when considering the heels worn by both genders of those within this Quarter. Sabina had little more than an introduction with Lord Aehrenthal’s daughter prior to now. The formality of her skills being appreciated by the Lord Aehenthal had not demanded more, certainly. Still, this left her unsure of the young woman’s temperament past what she’d gleaned from a variety of sources- Lord Aehrenthal not among them. She couldn’t risk her patron’s innate fatherly instincts. Ellas didn’t want this to seem part of the main investigation, either. Just a friendly meeting between near complete strangers. Having arrived and gazing over the small practice arena, she recognized the young lady. Sabina approached one of the younger squires- they’d be less likely to question her this close to her goal. She found a sturdy young girl with a hungry look gazing at the few pairings of fighters in the practice space. “Squire,” she began, but the young girl started, staring at her wide eyed. Sabina smoothed over the awkward moment. “Could you tell Lady Aehrenthal that someone is here to speak with her?” The squire swallowed and nodded before scampering off, carefully scaling the edges to be near the Lady in question until she finished and caught notice of the girl. Soon enough, Sabina was being pointed at by a small hand and Lady Aehrenthal’s gaze was on her. Sabina gave off as dignified an air as she gave a slight wave to indicate some familiarity that she was certain the young lady would not be able to ignore. Even if she didn’t know who it was that was waving at her as of yet. Gabrielle Aehrenthal would at least have to greet her more formally on the off chance she was someone important. Lady Aehrenthal gave her things to the sturdy little squire girl and approached. “My lady,” Sabina curtsied deeply. She continued as she returned upright. “It’s only been a few days since we were first introduced,” it was at that moment she let the cowl fold to her shoulders more fully, the point to her ears now visibly clear. “But it has felt like a year with all that has happened.” Sabina smoothly continued, leaving the dismayed surprise of the lady unremarked upon even as it was quickly curtailed. “I hope your father is well, and you have been enjoying the Tourney regardless.” “Ms Barbus.” Lady Aerhenthal rallied, falling back on many years of default politeness. “Father is well. As for myself, I haven’t put further thought into the loss of the Qunari delegation. It is, much for the better, not within my realm of responsibility here at the Tourney.” She gave a nonchalant wave to indicate the entire event. “You caught me at an inopportune time for conversation. Even one such as myself needs to practice for such a grand event. I don’t want to embarrass anyone.” She began to nod in a polite dismissal. Sabina looked beyond the Lady, conveniently missing the lady’s attempt to oust her. “The practice field can only teach so much without a proper opponent to meet one’s skills.” Gabrielle was nonplussed, though she hid it well. Sabina could imagine why; What she was performing right now was a definite social faux pas, and she’d never appear as if she would be so based on their previous, albeit short, conversation. “I can’t fault that observation,” the young lady replied wearily. It was clear to Sabina she’d allow a bit more conversation to avoid getting her wrist slapped later for a perceived rudeness on her own part. Sabina looked directly at her. “I’d like to be that opponent.” Gabrielle blinked, surprised. Annoyance soon replaced it, and she didn’t hide it. “You would be my ‘proper opponent’ then?” “I would be,” Sabina replied sanguinely. “But only if you have the energy to spare.” Gabrielle didn’t bother to hide her scrunched face. “Not a clue what you’re up to. If you want me to trounce you with a blunted object to put you on your way, then so be it. Let us cross the arena to where the squire waits.” The Lady turned to walk briskly away, calling out imperiously to another man chatting on the sidelines. “John, do be a dear and play arbiter for the two of us.” Swift as that, they were prepared. Sabina had laid her cloak along the fence, and a heavy blunted wooden saber lay cumberously within her hand. It made her appreciate the perfectly balanced blades she’d left behind all the more. “Simple enough.” Gabrielle declared briskly, rolling the blunted saber in her palm. “Ten minutes. Whoever gets the most points within the allotted time is the winner.” Gabrielle’s tone belied that she was already bored with the events. “Begin!” Dear John declared. Gabrielle bounded forward and Sabina was immediately on the defensive. Sabina blocked one strike, then spun left with a near miss. Gabrielle was relentless; she bound forward again- then had to make a hasty retreat as Sabina pushed back. As the elf began to gain ground, she stopped. She was simply waiting with her sabre raised. With slightly more caution, Gabrielle once more lunged forward. Sabina nimble backed up. Her caution gained no favor with Gabrielle. The Lady lowered her sabre slightly. “If this is truly all you have to offer, then I’d be better off with the squire-” Sabina lunged forward and immediately made a point. She smiled. Then returned back to her position, sabre raised. “5 minutes remain.” Sabina states, nonchalantly. Fury burned the surprise off Gabrielle’s face as she turned her gaze upon Sabina. “You’ll not get another.” The young lady declared as she lunged hard. Sabina blocked which was followed by a swift retreat. She played coy once more. Gabrielle's face twists into a stubborn snarl. She was relentless with lunge after lunge, each one pushed Sabina toward the fence. Each lunge threatened the elf’s space against further retreat. One more lunge -- Sabina blocked. Immediately, she spun the blade around Gabrielle’s, knocked it wide. The elf lunged toward the opening, sabre first. Gabrielle stumbled back. Her sabre rose to block- Sabine wasn’t there. Her opponent was no longer trapped against the fence. Gabriella turned her head, and looked. She caught movement in the corner of her eye-she spun, sabre arcing. Gloriouslyshe made point. She felt it as the sabre thudded into Sabina’s mid section. Sabina did not smile as she retreated. Gabrielle spared only a moment of surprise; Sabina hadn’t lost her breath to such a thump. The defensive stance of the elf shifted entirely. A swift lunge, perry, lunge, retreat. Gabrielle’s focus as sharp as lightning, determination written across her gaze entirely. Lunge- block, retreat on both sides. Gabrielle goes to make the next lunge-- “Halt!” The guard-made-temporary-referee called. Sabina stepped back and made a big show of her lowered saber. The elf made eye contact with Gabrielle, her face neutral. A few seconds passed. Sabina saluted with the dull sabre and dipped her head in a shallow bow. “It’s a tie then.” She declared. Gabrielle had a few emotions flit across her face. The young lady suddenly laughed. “You entertained me, that’s certain. Now, I suppose, I shall entertain you. Lunch? ”She said loudly, to be sure no one would take offence on her behalf or think less of her for not having a great victory. She came close to Sabina, her expression poised in great friendliness. Onlookers shifted back to their own business. “I know what you did back there.” She said quietly through a smile. “I could be angry that you didn’t give it your best and instead tied me. You don’t view me as an equal opponent?” Sabina looked up at her with complete sincerity. “It was only my wish that no one leave the match embarrassed, ser.” The noble woman gazed a long hard minute at Sabina. “Andraste’s mercy, you can certainly sell it.” Gab said resignedly. Sabina smiled gently. Gabriella wiped the back of her hand across her brow. Gabrielle looked off into the streaming crowd. Finally her gaze turned back to Sabina. “I have decided to be amused. Ella!” Gabrielle called, with the air of one expecting an answer. The sturdy young girl squire came forward. “Take our gear and have some sweetened lemon water brought to my tent. I’ll be relaxing for a bit after so much good exercise with the songstress.” riverdaleswhiteflash gervaise21
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Post by riverdaleswhiteflash on May 28, 2021 10:16:43 GMT
Collaboration between riverdaleswhiteflash and gervaise21
Day 2:
Lord Scribonarius and I have been going over documents from the very earliest days of the Mortalitasi, reading closely for clues that some of the earlier members may have been Sol Tenebris.
We’re afraid that we may have found proof he was right. We have discovered that there was a particular sect of hardliners within the Mortalitasi at their founding that may have been a stalking horse for Sol Tenebris membership. We haven’t seen any sign of it recently, but we don’t know if that’s because the sect has died out, or because the sect is keeping quiet. If the sect is keeping quiet, we don’t know if that’s to give the illusion that the Mortalitasi are one cohesive whole, or because the sect fears scrutiny from either the outside world or the Mortalitasi themselves.
The sect refers to its members as “The Primus,” meaning “The First.” We cannot find any clue as to what that title refers to.
While we’ve been doing that, Muriel looked into the significance of the constellation Tenebrium. She’s found that there is speculation that it was once considered sacred to the elven god Falon’Din. Muriel and Lord Scribonarius informed me that he is the elven god of the dead, but neither could remember more than that. Maybe you’ll know more, and we can go over that once you read these.--- When Ellas read the entry about Falon’Din in the journal, he was astounded.”Have you any idea what Tenebrium is meant to depict because I know what the constellation to Falon’Din is supposed to be; a giant owl! What do you make of that?” Issala nodded. “It’s meant to be an owl. Muriel noted that the text had specifically stated that it was strange for a constellation dedicated to an Old God to be anything but a dragon; apparently that’s why people think it was originally dedicated to Falon’Din.” “So a member of a cult dedicated to Lusacan just happens to shapeshift into an owl; that can’t be mere coincidence, nor the fact that the constellation is the same one dedicated to the elven god of the dead. To my mind there has to be a connection between the two gods and the Mortalitasi. The Dalish have rebuilt much of our culture from what we found in ruins, so what if the early humans used what they found in elven ruins to develop their magical traditions? Regardless, it’s enough of a connection for me between the Dark Sun and the Mortalitasi. It also seems to me the Sun Dome was probably originally dedicated to Lusacan. “It is certainly very ancient,” agreed Burren. “I found some dwarven runes in the stonework that indicate it pre-dates the formation of the Chantry.” Ellas frowned. “If rogue elements of the Mortalitasi were behind the attempt to storm the building a few years back, then it is possible they simply wanted possession of a site sacred to them but could there be something else within they wanted to recover? Perhaps there are some sacred texts in the archives that could tell us more about them. I feel certain their presence in the city is due to something more than just the Qunari delegation. That seems even more likely if they are responsible for the strange murders during the preceding months and I’m fairly certain they killed the dwarf from Kal-Sharok too. Why now though and what are they wanting to hide?” Issala put a hand to his forehead and screwed up his eyes. “It would have to be something big to be worth this much blood… even then, you’d think they’d try to find some other way. With as many victims as they’ve claimed, and especially after the Qunari delegation? The Duke had to find someone to investigate. You’d think a cult that’s stayed secret this long would know that this would backfire, and guarantee that they’d be exposed sooner rather than later… What could be worth that?” “I dread to think but it makes it even more imperative we try to find out what their motives are.” Issala nodded slowly. “I agree.” phoray gervaise21
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Post by phoray on Jul 22, 2021 20:43:02 GMT
Collaberation of riverdaleswhiteflash , gervaise21 , and phoray
Day 4, Early Afternoon
She put the tented area for nobles behind her, rubbing at her mid section; there would be a bruise later for her trouble. She hoped the information would be useful to Ellas but she didn’t feel driven to rush back to report. She found herself before the Tourney Board results and scheduled events tacked on quite officially. She took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly. It has been a hectic and violent few days. Her eyes looked for Marque's name; when she found it, her fingertip traced the letters. He was due to fight in the arena the following day. Maybe… just maybe, she could allow herself to be a bit selfish for the rest of the Tourney, actually see him achieve everything they’d worked for. The mild luster of distracted contentment in her line of thinking was breached by a sense of unease. As she shuffled to turn, implying that she was simply leaving, she looked broadly at the crowd. Where was this unease emanating from? Her searching eyes found that of Bann Sighard, but it seemed he’d seen her at the same moment. The feeling passed. “Sabina!” It was the voice of Bann Sighard expressing genuine joy at seeing her. “What is our lovely songstress doing here? I didn’t know you had an interest in martial events.” “Bann Sighard,” She came forward to a more comfortable speaking distance, then dipped her head respectfully. “I had the pleasure of sparring with Lord Aerenthal’s daughter this morning. She is a skilled duelist, for her age. If I’m free, I may see how she fares during the tourney.” She smiled, her green eyes peering up at him with friendliness. “It’s good to see you, but I don’t wish to keep you from your events. I’m on my way to discuss something with Ellas.” “Let me invite you to share my litter then. I am on my way back to camp.” He indicated the small two seater carriage that was pulled by a tough looking dwarf, who waited patiently for his customer to climb in. “Oh,” a gentle exclamation of surprise. “I would appreciate that. I won’t miss a turn at navigating between the puddles and carts.” The litter started its progress back to Bann Sighard’s encampment. “I think the final of the dueling class is tomorrow,” said the Bann. “I watched the semi-final earlier this afternoon and I was impressed by Gabrielle’s skill. I dare say she has had excellent tutors hired by her father but nevertheless the best fighters have an innate ability that no amount of tuition can replicate.” He paused reflectively. “How did you end up sparring with her? “Ah,” Sabina leaned back against the thin upholstery of the seat and took in the area around them. She didn’t mind at all being above the fray that were the pathways carved with foot, hoof, and cart on this impromptu trackway through the tented city. She continued. “Ellas asked me to pay a visit and make inquiries while doing so, considering we’d met in polite company on two occasions due to Lord Aerenthal. Her energy and focus on the semi final you witnessed meant she had little time for me. I had to earn and then keep her attention. A little competition was all I could think of on the spot and it was in my favor that I did so.” “Interesting choice though,” he mused with a smile. “So how did you acquire your own skills? It would hardly be worth sparring with you if you were not equally adept?” She shifted in the seat a bit and turned more toward him for a more proper conversation. She had to tilt her head up to look at him; nothing to do about their height difference. “It’s not a sport that I set out to learn, certainly, considering restrictions in most cities. I don’t think I touched a weapon outside of simple admiration until I was nearly twenty. I made many friends around that age that were born of military cloth, and,” ‘he’ “they thought it better for my safety that I become skilled in a form of combat.” She smiled, and tilted her head. “Now, I could have gone all in on a broad sword, but where would be the charm in that?” “Oh, I agree, that is a very brutish weapon; wielding a broad sword is very much grunt and bash most of the time.” He chuckled. “I was required to learn martial skills from an early age. If you are a noble in Ferelden, you don’t get much choice. It is considered your duty to be able to defend the freeholders from threats. I prefer mounted combat myself, which is why I have a particular interest in the jousting competition. Believe it or not I was once a tourney champion, back before the Blight.” He paused and frowned at the memory. “That changed a lot of things and few of us emerged unscathed from the events surrounding it.” She winced sympathetically at the mention of the Fereldan Blight. He shrugged it off and smiled at her. “Still, I have no regrets if it led to this meeting.” She returned the smile readily enough. “I haven’t known you long, but the Blight has not seemed to have affected your benevolence towards others. I’m glad that trait escaped intact.” “If you allow evil to change you; the evil has won. That’s what Jasce taught me. He’s right. They may have broken my body but not my spirit. That was my victory.” He gave a sigh as the litter drew to a halt at the entrance to his compound. “Well, here we are.” He shifted off the litter and turned back to speak. “If you are looking for Ellas he is probably with Issala at the medical tent. “ He offered a hand to assist. Sabina took his hand, arriving lightly on the ground. The Bann offered her hand a split second squeeze before releasing it. “Do join me later for dinner if you have the time.” “I have a duty to the troupe during the Tourney to perform with them.” She quickly added, “I’ll consider it. If not tonight, perhaps another evening.” “Of course,” he nodded. “Duty must always come first. Consider it an open invitation.” “Thank you, ser.” She dipped her head again, and turned her mind towards her meeting with Ellas. Still, she felt even lighter than she’d felt when considering the Tourney schedule earlier. The small tilting at the corners of her lips was a sincere smile.
There was an increase in activity at the compound as the servants responded to the Bann’s return and the noise drew the attention of Ellas, who emerged from the medical tent to see what the fuss was about. He saw Sabina already on her way towards him, the Bann returning to his own tent beyond her. The dwarven driver had turned a two person cart back towards the main area of activities. Becoming aware of Ellas, Sabina offered a small wave. They finally neared each other. “I visited the Lady.” Tilts her chin toward the tent. “Shall we?” “Issala has some patients to deal with,” said Ellas. “Come to my humble abode.” He led her to his quarters adjacent to the horses. “Your arrival is very timely. We are very concerned about the motives of the people behind this. What did you discover?” Sabina began, quietly. “Gabrielle and Tylus have been a couple now for several months but it would seem it began around the time that the Tourney was first announced.” “Before or after? I suppose what I’m trying to say is, was the Tourney his idea?” “No, that was definitely her father’s. He is trying to raise the family’s profile socially and sponsoring a Tourney seemed as good a way as any. Plus, there was that hammer which he thought might be a way of involving the dwarves as well. What possessed him to play off one group against the other is anyone’s guess but Tylus didn’t have anything to do with that either as far as I can tell from our conversation.” She paused. “However, Tylus did get heavily involved with the planning for the event, including setting the date for the final.” “What!” Ellas exclaimed. “Are you sure about that?” “Yes. Gabrielle said that initially her father had just mooted the idea of holding a Tourney in the autumn and made an announcement to that effect. When Tylus approached him to get involved on behalf of his father, Rainer was over the moon. It looked like his aim had been achieved. You can’t get much higher in Cumberland society than the Duke and his family. Naturally he encouraged their relationship as well. From then on, Tylus was closely involved in all the arrangements from the design of the arena to the date of the final.” Ellas frowned and considered. “Tourneys traditionally can be rather rambling affairs that can run for weeks or even months. But Tylus…? “ “Gabriella was clear that Tylus was insistent that they should work towards having a grand final-on this particular day. He said it would be ‘highly auspicious to ensure its success.’” “Success for whom, I wonder?” Ellas shook his head. “This only confirms our fears from what Issala has been able to discover. We’re sure the Dark Sun have something planned that is connected with the Tourney and the murder of the Qunari was just an act of opportunity intended to deflect attention elsewhere or may be to prevent them interfering. It seems likely the scout from Kal-Sharok was equally unlucky in being in the wrong place at the right time that they felt the need to eliminate him. This does not bode well.” They both sat quietly for a moment in pensive contemplation before Burren appeared in the entrance, saying with excitement. “Emmerline’s awake.” “Great!” said Ellas. He turned to Sabina. “You can come too. She’ll probably be reassured by seeing a familiar face.” They hurried across to the tent alongside the main medical tent where Emmerline had slept unconscious for the last two days. As they entered she looked at them with a puzzled frown, then seemed struck with realisation and smiled, declaring: “Are you more of Marzio’s friends? I’m Sylvie. Have you seen him?” Ellas glanced at Issala who sighed and indicated by a jerk of his head they should return outside. As an afterthought, Issala turned towards Emmerline. “We… we have. We’ll talk about that in a minute.” “What’s wrong with her?” said Ellas. “And why is she using her cover name?” “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with her, precisely. But she… doesn’t seem to realize I’m Tal’Vashoth.” He looked down at his Ferelden-made clothing, stroked his forehead near where his vitaar should have been, and shook his head. “I think she thinks I’m… Marzio’s Qunari handler, and either doesn’t realize I’m not dressed in the Qunari fashion, or thinks I’m merely passing as Tal’Vashoth.” Sabina raised one brow surprise. “That’s not the most awkward part, either. I’ve talked to her, and… she doesn’t seem to remember anything about the past week. Maybe… maybe that was necessary for her to heal from what happened, but it still complicates matters.” Ellas grimaced. “Oh dear, we could really do with her remembering something useful. Do you think her memory might return over time? After all, if she can remember that Marzio was a Qunari agent, maybe she’ll eventually remember what he was doing these last few months and why he wanted to make contact with the Qunari delegates. That would be preferable to……” He shrugged and sighed. “Never mind.” Sabina frowned. “Let’s not forget that she’s the victim here.” She rubbed her arm. “Albeit not entirely innocent considering her connections.” Issala shrugged helplessly. “She might never remember. Or she might remember too late to help us, since… uh, well, this is time-sensitive. Part of me wants to gently break the news to her, and see if she remembers then, but… well, there’s a reason I haven’t already done that. As I said, this memory loss might be a defense mechanism to prevent her from completely falling into shock and despair.” “I hate to ask this, since she’s my patient and she is the victim here, but...” Issala hesitated. “Do you have any idea how to work with memories? Maybe reawaken the memories she has sealed away, and maybe even seal them back up again if she truly can’t cope? I have no idea if any of that’s actually possible...” Ellas gave a deep sigh before responding quietly. “It can be done with magic. Not blood magic. although the Chantry would have you believe that is the only magic that can manipulate the mind. There are spells from the spirit school that can help you remember or make you forget. It is highly likely they are a lesser form of what spirits can do naturally. For all we know, this amnesia could have been caused by the benign spirits that we attracted to heal her because they realised her mind needed time to recover. In which case, it might have serious consequences to force her into remembering.” He stood for a moment considering and then nodded. “You are both correct, we should not reject compassion because it suits us to. However, other lives may be put at risk by not knowing. So, Issala, continue to treat her as you would any other patient recovering from trauma. At some point she is going to have to learn that Marzio is dead because she will wonder why he hasn’t come to see her. I am guessing that the Qunari handler would tell her, without necessarily going into detail. Maybe you could even gently suggest that you suspect he died to stop you from learning something important and that will prompt her memory enough to recall what we need to know without having to confront the rest. However, I’ll let you be the judge of when it would be appropriate to introduce the subject. Meantime, we will continue our other lines of enquiry. With any luck maybe we won’t need her to remember.”
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Post by phoray on Aug 17, 2021 3:50:54 GMT
Day 4,
Zucca paid rapt attention to Lucious as he spoke. “Find her. She won’t have left-” Lucious paused, and rubbed at his temples as if in pain. Zucca frowned in great sympathy for her Lord. There was no reprieve from his discomfort. Except, during the time he was elsewhere doing the studies he was ordered to perform for the investigation. “She’s struggling, I can tell, because she didn’t turn me in to that uppity elf. She could have-” a wistful fondness softened his words. “but she didn’t.” He settled his gaze back on Zucca. Her heartbeat picked up. “I’ll find her, master.” Zucca spoke, voice low with conviction. Lucious turned away towards his bed, giving her nothing but a dismissive wave in response. Zucca silently padded out, ignoring the Templar standing guard outside who’d been watching. Within minutes, she was outside of the building on her way to the craftsman district. There, she entered the Hall of Minstrels. “Hello,” a man crooned from the corner within a deeply cushioned chair, tapping the hand flute he’d been playing before her arrival against the opposite wrist. “Welcome to the Hall of Minstrels.” Zucca spared no time for pleasantries. “I seek an elven woman.” The man’s expression took on an exaggerated look of disappointment as he stood up. “We only barte r musical talents here, madam.” Zucca stared him down and his whimsical attitude faltered. “The songstress from the opening ceremony.” She clarified. He tried to maintain his flippancy, rolling the flute between his finger tips. “That talent doesn’t belong to the guild, unfortunately.” Slowly, keeping her gaze on the man she drew closer and closer until he backed up uncertainly against the couch. He was a head taller than her and that would not matter. She looked him up and down, and dismissed him as a threat immediately. He picked up on that. “The songstress from the opening ceremony.” She repeated, her expression exhibiting the expectation of an answer. He swallowed. “She’s obviously a performer, just not one of ours. None of us knew the little upstart-” Zucca took another step, and he stumbled back into the cushions with little elegance. He waved the flute. “Hey hey, serah. She’s not a local, she’s obviously a performer,” his words spilled out of him quickly, “you’re just going to have to ask around at the temporary stalls set up for such west of here, maybe even outside the gates. I don’t know her, nobody else does either, and ruffling up my feathers isn’t going to get anymore out of me!” His voice rose in pitch as he put on a sense of false bravado. She leaned in, he flinched and closed his eyes as he held up his arms to block the incoming blows- but seconds later, she was back outside. Heading west, her eyes seeking out the eyes underneath every cowl, and the stance of every elven woman she walked by. Zucca would not fail her Lord, a statement she repeated again and again within her mind as she asked one promising stall and then another if they knew of the songstress. It was not if, it was when. So there was no sense of surprise when she finally found her target idling by the Tourney Results Board. Only a sense of inner accomplishment and preliminary excitement that she could report back to her Lord with less time spent; less time away from his side. Zucca was far enough away that she would not easily be seen from her position, slowly walking along with the regular traffic. Close enough to mark the details of her target’s clothing. Good cloak, good leather boots. She briefly considered capture and then immediately discarded it. She had nowhere to put the target, but more importantly, that wasn’t the assignment her Lord had given her. She knew better than her Lord on the matter of the target’s feelings or lack thereof towards her Lord. The first attempted kidnapping had incidentally been forgiven or forgotten, but a second one would not only encourage the prey to fly, but bring more attention to her Lord at a delicate time. The bird’s head turned toward Zucca’s direction, and she slowed, hiding mostly behind a cart as it worked over a divet in the road. An older man in fighting leathers came out and called to her. Her prey distracted, Zucca relaxed and watched. This was not Lord Aerenthal, but the man was of obvious means. Problematic that the little bird had made so many allies here in the South. She would follow and- Zucca tensed as she saw the pair get up in the cart. There was enough traffic she wouldn’t be seen but it seemed they were heading away from the crowds, not back into them, and there was little natural cover as the trees had been culled for the Tourney buildings. Her mind told her that someone was making a straight approach towards her, and she met their gaze head on whilst taking a relaxed but ready stance. From the clothing, she suspected a servant of some sort. The young human man made no effort to hide his approach and stopped just 3 feet short of her. “Message for your Lord, miss.” He related with disinterest, handing her a small but luxurious slip of paper. She took it, placing it into her sleeve. “From?” She asked. “Lord Tylus, miss.” And with a nod, indicated a man across the road in finery talking to another man nearby. Zucca nodded, looking back to where the bird had flew as the servant left. The target was here, but not alone. She could give that, and her nest’s location, to her Lord along with the note. She would return for now. She had not failed. She would never; not when it was for him.
Late Afternoon: "I'll need to inspect this and pat you down." The Templar declared when she arrived before her Lord's cell. She presented a basket with a few items; a tufted pillow, a scented oil, and some fruit. He eyed the vial of oil with suspicion. "I don't know what that is, but I'm confiscating it for now." He then patted her awkwardly over her light clothing. Zucca was indifferent. Outside of the pillow, the rest was there for show. Finally, she was allowed inside. "Master," She greeted him, before kneeling next to him as he lay upon his cot. The tufted pillow joined the other soft luxuries there. "Well?" Lucious inquired. "As you suspected, she remained nearby with a troupe she works with." "Pah!" Lucious pouted. "She caught father's eye performing on stage for the elite, sparkled before the Evocatus, and now she warbles for copper among the lowest of Soparati." Zucca paused to be certain he was done before continuing. "She is likely to stay until the end of the tourney. Additionally, Master, I received a note from Lord Tylus." "And destroyed it, as you should." Zucca nodded. She began to relate the message, word for word, memorized long before she'd returned to him. She leaned in very closely and murmured just above a whisper. "There have been rumours of an attack on the elven investigator, yet still no sign of your release even though you cannot possibly be held responsible. I am being confined to the Ducal Palace as well and unable to fulfil my duties in the city, which is intolerable. My brother has made representations to the Grand Enchanter to allow my nephew access to the Sun Dome on my behalf but she is being obdurate and will not permit admittance. Do you wish the Duke to intercede on your behalf? I have been informed that your servant is allowed to walk free, so please send any message via my nephew who will make himself known to her."
Zucca stopped her recitation. "That is all, Master." Lucious continued to lay, Zucca kneeling beside him, for many minutes. Finally, he broke the silence. "I will think on this more and give you something to relate in the morning." "Very well, Master." Zucca eased back and returned to her corner. Back to the wall, both Lucious and the Templar outside within her gaze, she watched. riverdaleswhiteflash , gervaise21
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Post by gervaise21 on Aug 19, 2021 20:19:19 GMT
Day 5 of the Grand Tourney saw the competition in the various events become tougher. The morning was devoted to the quarter finals of the dual-wielder competition. Ellas accompanied Burren to watch Edrick in the event and the Orzammar champion defeated his opponent whilst barely raising a sweat. The representative from Kal-Sharok also qualified for the next round without much effort. When the two companions studied the results board as they returned to camp, they could see that the rival dwarves were on the same side of the draw, so would meet in the semi-final rather than the final. Ellas and Burren agreed that whoever won that confrontation would also take the event overall as based on their respective performances, compared with the other quarter finals, they were clearly superior to the rest. In fact the two dwarf factions had managed to reach the last four in most of the martial events, apart from the single weapon, rapier event as this was not a traditional weapon for either of them. However, Kal-Sharok had managed to reach the quarter finals and score a point towards the overall total as a result. This would help offset their lack of a representative in some of the other events where Orzammar was the only dwarf faction with a competitor, the mages challenge and the joust. How far they advanced in the latter might well depend on how Ellas faired against them, as he have previously noted from the board that if he reached the quarter-final that afternoon, he would face the bronto. After lunch Burren stayed to watch over and talk with Emmerline in place of Gerry, who had been given the morning duty so Issala was free to do his research in the Sun Dome, before returning for the joust in case his medical care was needed. Her memory was still fuzzy over events in recent weeks, let alone the last few days but she was growing stronger and it seemed expedient not to leave her alone, both to ensure she didn’t attempt to leave before she was fully recovered and in case she started to recall what they wanted to know.  Ellas donned his armour as usual in the stable and emerged as the White Leopard aboard Alban. The mystery knight still drew curious gazes as he took rode into the practice ring just outside the main arena. From there it was possible to see the action from a distance. First up was Lord Malecot from Orlais, the current champion of the joust from the last Grand Tourney, who had automatically qualified for the last sixteen without having to take part in the qualifying rounds. It was easy to see why as he summarily disposed of his opponent, a lesser knight of Nevarra. Next came Ser Everard for Ferelden against a knight from Antiva and was equally impressive. “The Antivans have never been much good at the joust,” remarked Bann Sighard as he joined Ellas in the ring. “The next one will be more tricky, though. Ser Garrick is up against the Nevarran champion, Ser Almeric Van Markham. The crowd will be behind Ser Almeric as well.” As Bann Sighard predicted, Ser Almeric was victorious, resulting in ecstatic cheering from the local spectators, but only after it went the full distance with the matter being decided on points. “Never mind,” Bann Sighard consoled Ser Garrick. “You put up a decent show.” His attention returned to the arena where Ser Jodhri was up against another knight from Orlais and came out triumphant. “Well done,” Bann Sighard called across to his knight, then tapped Ellas on the leg. “Look sharp,” he nodded towards the arena. “The bronto is up next and against the Black Swan.” “Who’s that?” “Lady Honorine Chastain. She has competed in four hundred jousts and has never been unseated; a formidable opponent that you will meet next round, unless we have a bit of luck with the bronto.” As they had observed the previous rounds, Lady Honorine’s mount was unsettled by the bronto, swerved from a true path as they closed on one another and so her lance went wide of the dwarf. She was not so lucky, though, and was unceremoniously toppled over her horse’s rump. “There you go,” said Bann Sighard. “There’s a first time for everything. I believe you are up next.” Ellas opponent was a competitor from the Freemarches. Neither was unseated but Ellas scored more hits, so he went through on points. Lord Malecot once again easily won his quarter final, as did Ser Everard, which would pit them against one another in the semi-final. However, Ser Jodhri was less fortunate in his bout against Ser Almeric. “Oh well,” shrugged Bann Sighard. “At least you won’t be up against a friend next round.” “Don’t count your chickens; I have to beat the bronto first.” “No sweat,” Bann Sighard said with confidence. “Just remember what I told you. He’ll be expecting Alban to swerve away like the rest of them, so take him unawares.” Ellas rode out into the arena. The crowd was still in a state of high excitement from the triumph of their champion in the previous bout and Alban responded by prancing a little on the spot with excitement as they waited for the signal to begin their charge. The bronto lumbered into position at the opposite end of the arena to the cheers of the crowd, who apparently enjoyed seeing the dwarf competitor humiliate anyone so long as it was not their own champion. The signal was given and Ellas urged Alban into full gallop. The dwarf did the same but the bronto did not have the same acceleration as the horse and so was slower to build up to full speed, something that Ellas had also observed from the previous bouts. With the full weight of a charging bronto at maximum speed, Ellas might not have been able to withstand the shock of contact with the dwarf’s shield, even if his opponent did miss the mark, but Ellas intended to make the most of his advantage, kept his nerve and drove Alban forward to close with the bronto. Alban flattened his ears and screamed a challenge at the creature but otherwise did not flinch from the path that he was on. The dwarf’s lance went wide but Ellas’ hit home squarely on target and, having had no experience of defending against this in previous rounds, the shock sent the dwarf tumbling out of his seat and into the dirt. Ellas threw the lance to the attendant at the end of his run and stroked Alban, smiling behind his visor. “Good boy; we did it.” ------- phoray; riverdaleswhiteflash;
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Post by phoray on Sept 5, 2021 14:13:44 GMT
Day 5 Morning
And so Zucca stood just behind and left of the nephew of Viuus Anaxas, just underneath an overhang. A strong breeze whipped at Zucca's sleeves. Your attention to this matter is greatly appreciated. I am not responsible at all for any of the chaos at the Opening Ceremony Celebration. I don’t relish being the political scapegoat of the incident. I can’t depend on the sort of people who would allow an elf to determine the innocence of a Tevinter Mage to have any intention of releasing me. I will rely on you and the Duke, good man, and sleep better for it.The recipient of the message stood but one more long moment before pulling their cloak about them and heading out. Zucca meandered into the surrounding crowd, intent on not being seen standing in one spot, but wanting to keep an eye on the return of the messenger so she would have something to bring back to her Master.
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Post by phoray on Sept 6, 2021 2:24:45 GMT
Day 5 Morning
Sabina slid Mekal’s leg from across her calves and off towards his side of the cart. He was too used to sharing space with his twin and she was very used to only having Salenia’s snores to deal with. As she slid her rump along the stuffed thin mattress towards the end of the cart, she realized she missed them- the snores. It’d been two days since Salenia had made her disapproval clear, and two nights since Sabina had gotten to share the cart with her favorite mage as well. Popping the small cart door open, she sat at the end, switching her sleep clothing for her daily wear quickly. It was nicely folded, the local laundry site created for the Tourney goers having done a good job. She didn’t mind one bit skipping out on trying to smooth the wrinkles out for minutes before heading about her day. She’d enjoy at least that small luxury while they were in this pseudo city. A few steps later, her boots hit earth and her eye caught that of their largest troupe member, Dune. “Good morning, Dune. No issues? I suppose everyone else is still asleep?” He nodded, then came closer. He began to sign, carefully and slowly. Sabina gave him a wide friendly smile. “You jest. Mekal isn’t that bad.” Her smile faded as she looked beyond him to the cart that housed Salenia. “Has she said anything to you?” Dune again signed. He finished his mobile language with a pat on her shoulder. “I know. I’ve just never had her so angry at me.” Dune added an exaggerated motion to his next few signs. Sabina smiled sadly. “Thank you. I’m sure things will get better after we leave as well. It’s a bit of a disappointment- we had such high hopes for the Tourney and now there is this cloud over everything.” Dune signed. Sabina scrunched her nose at him. “Fine fine, it’s just us, and everyone else is having a grand old time. Thanks for the camaraderie.” Dune took the time to elaborate a question. “Ellas hasn’t made any further requests for my services. I intend to watch some of the Tourney today. You?” Dune simply shrugged. Sabina patted him. “Your life is something to be admired, Dune, at least I certainly admire it. I’ll be heading out now.” Dune waved, a kind smile marking his features as she left.
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Post by riverdaleswhiteflash on Jun 30, 2022 7:03:49 GMT
Day 3:
Lord Scribonarius and I split our focus today, since you wanted us to investigate both the origins of the Sun Dome and any sacred texts that might tell us what the Mortalitasi’s goals are. Lord Scribonarius agreed to search for any sacred texts, while I looked into the history of the Sun Dome.
It was impossible to find any mention of the Sun Dome’s original purpose. It’s almost as though the Chantry (or the Dark Sun, or even the Mortalitasi in general) would prefer that purpose be forgotten. I was able to confirm that the Chantry took possession of it to house the College Of Magi, rather than constructing it for the purpose, and that it was already an old building when the Chantry did so. Putting all of that together, and combining it with the odd attention given to a constellation sacred to Lusacan, I believe you’re likely right: the building was probably originally a temple to Lusacan. When Andraste’s forces drove out the priesthood, it was stripped of its religious associations, apart from the ceiling as her followers may not have realized the significance. Then later it became the residence of the local ruler and it was one of their descendants who gifted it to the Chantry, moving into the adjoining building that was once a mere annex to the main structure.
Lord Scribonarius found something a bit more concrete when he did more research on the history of astronomy: the Old God of night holds solar eclipses sacred, due to the perception that the moon is turning day into night. Muriel noted that the court astronomers believe one is coming soon. I believe that there is something planned for that day.
Given my previous observations that the Dark Sun are taking actions that they have to know will see them exposed over the long term, whatever they’re planning is probably going to be really big... and really unfortunate for anyone who isn’t them.
Muriel also mentioned something interesting: she said that the Mortalitasi were founded by a Tevinter mage, after the southern Chantry was established. I wouldn’t have expected that, but she brought along several texts from the Sun Dome that backed up what she was saying, so I have no doubt it’s true. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that it was founded by a Tevinter, but that a Tevinter would be permitted to found such an organization after the Chantry gained power is kind of a shock.
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Post by gervaise21 on Jul 8, 2022 9:39:29 GMT
 Ellas retired for the night to his berth in the stable tent but found sleep difficult. He kept thinking about the possibility that the Dark Sun were planning something terrible that was connected with the Grand Tourney. Emmerline was still suffering from amnesia about recent events and Issala was reluctant to try and change this, although Ellas was willing to do so if they ran out of options. He cast his mind back to the confrontation with Lord Azaharg of the Kal-Sharok and what his scout Legnar had been doing in the city when he was attacked; searching for entrances to the Deep Roads. Cumberland was a very ancient city, with strong connections to the dwarves, so it seemed highly likely that a subterranean network of tunnels did exist beneath the city. Edrick had confirmed that there was such a complex in the dwarven quarter but that any link to the Deep Roads had long since been sealed off. This would explain why Legnar was seeking alternatives in the main city. The fact that he had been murdered by the Dark Sun would suggest they had something to hide. He had promised Lord Azaharg he would investigate the people responsible for his scout’s death, so now seemed as good a time as any to check out the city for suspicious activity. Not as himself though. A snow leopard would also draw too much attention but not a cat. He had never attempted shapeshifting to anything other than a leopard before but that was just a big cat, so he assumed he must just imagine himself as something smaller. Just as he was about to weave his spell, he noticed Argos watching him. “Hello, boy, would you like to come on an adventure with me?” The mabari wagged his tail and gave a soft “Wuff.” “Good, I could do with some back up if things go awry. I’ll be going as a cat, so you can pretend to be stalking me and then provide a distraction if people notice me.” Argos put his head on one side and wined, as though puzzled as to what he should do in such an event. “I don’t know, perhaps you could bark and start to chase me, so it will leave them in no doubt I am a real cat.” Argos gave another “Wuff” in acknowledgement of the plan. “Okay, then, here it goes. Let me know if I don’t look entirely right.” He concentrated hard on the image of a smaller version of the leopard and made the transformation. Looking at his reflection in the water bucket he realised that possibly a black cat would have been better but the dapples in his coat would still make for useful camouflage and a quick roll in the dust turned the white to grey. It would have to do. ***** The two animals set out for the city. Ellas had received a report from the city guard where Legnar had been found but that was unlikely to be where he had not been welcome. Nevertheless, it seemed a good place to begin their search. This was in the public gardens of the noble quarter, just inside the city walls. There seemed no obvious link to the underground in this area, so it was clear Legnar hadn’t been interested in this location. However, he thought it unlikely they would have brought him inside the walls if he had been killed outside. He cast his mind back to the chase through the dock area which had ended at a gate in the city wall. May be his enemy had chosen that gate because it was familiar to him and the Dark Sun had been in the habit of using it to move from the docks into the main city. This was not far from the gardens, close enough to be able to carry the body without being seen by the city guards on patrol. So he guessed that the location he was seeking lay somewhere between the two. He made his way towards the gate. As good fortune would have it, he had nearly reached the gate when it swung open and a couple of black robed figures emerged onto the street. Now all he had to do was follow them. As the proceeded along the streets of the noble quarter, it became clear they were heading in the general direction of the Sun Dome. Finally, they stopped at what appeared to be an ice house; a small structure above ground with thick walls, no windows and only one entrance. Normally stairs would lead down to the main body of the building where the ice would be stored. However, Ellas doubted this was its main purpose now it appeared in possession of the Dark Sun. He edged closer, attempting to appear as casual as a normal cat would in doing so and wondering whether he should purr or stay silent. One of the figures placed their hand on the door and said the words: “Donec omnis nox.” The door swung inwards and the figures were about to pass inside when one of them glanced back to check for observers and looked directly at Ellas. He starred for a moment and Ellas wondered how he should react, when suddenly there was an explosion of barking. Argos had spotted the danger and all Ellas had to do now was utter a feline hiss and scream before racing away, with Argos in hot pursuit. They turned the corner at the end of the street and slowed to a halt. Ellas peered back down the street and the two figures had disappeared within the structure. It would seem their ruse had worked. Clearly, it was discovering that building that had cost Legnar his life, which meant that it was likely more than just a meeting place and did lead to an undercity. Ellas suspected that whatever they had planned might involve this building, so knowing its location and means of entry could prove invaluable. For the present, though, it seemed expedient to return to camp and discuss with the others what his next move should be.
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