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Blades of song: Agents of the Inquisition.

Elora

There was a fine line between arrogance and confidence and Elora only hoped that Angelo's claims were justified. Over confidence could be dangerous and she hoped that he would deliver. It seemed she was not the only one with concerns, or with patience running thin, for that matter. The other woman, Ella, leaned close and whispered to her and Elora erupted in laughter. She was surprised by the elf's willingness to make a jab at one of their companions. Clearly she had read Elora well. She was more than happy to partake.

"Perhaps," she considered, resting her chin on her hand. "However, he won't have the opportunity to complain until he's regained consciousness," she pointed out with a smirk. "I do, however, have a herb on me that, once crushed and deposited in his ale, will have a paralytic effect on his tongue. We could go that route, either," she suggested, unsure whether she was serious or not. She certainly wouldn't be opposed to a little mischief, but she did not wish to anger her comrades so soon. There would be time yet for that.

Blades of song: Agents of the Inquisition.

Elora

Elora set down her glass and leaned forward as the map was laid out on the table in front of them. She listened intently to Altha and the plan he had devised. While she would have enjoyed playing the distraction, she certainly couldn't keep the attention of so many. Besides, she liked the fact that she would be doing her part alone. It was what she was used to. Working in a group was new to her and she wasn't entirely certain how well she would fare.

Lifting the vial, Elora twirled it slowly between her fingers and studied the murky coloured liquid within. When the elf revealed just what the concoction was made of, she made a sound of distaste in the back of her throat and pulled a face. "This is a dwarf's bodily fluids?" she questioned in horrified disbelief. She was reluctant to have it on her person at all. The idea that the vial might somehow leak was more concerning than that of the rashvine nettle extract she occasionally carried.

"How exactly am I to poison the water without smelling it?" Elora asked, her eyes hard as they flickered up to meet Altha's. "If it's as potent as you say, the moment I uncork it, i'll be subjected to it's stench." She was no longer looking forward to this job as much as she had been. Sighing deeply, she moved the vial carefully to one of the pouches on her belt.

"I have a room already organized in the Gnawed Noble Tavern and my things are there. If you would really prefer we all stay here, I could go fetch my things," she offered, her attention returning to the map. It was surprising to her that the Templars were so unwilling to cooperate considering the Inquisition was reaching out to help, rather than hinder them. Perhaps they were concerned that the offer was not a genuine one. The Inquisition was working with the mages, after all. The very mages that had started the rebellion. She supposed she could understand their concern.

"You say the Templars imprisoned and interrogated you, Altha. They did not see reason even when you explained that we wish to have them join the Inquisition? It puzzles me that they would refuse considering their position at present. Unless there is something more sinister going on. Leliana is certain they are free from the corruption of this red lyrium?" she asked, tilting her head as she considered what they might have to face once they arrived. There was over a hundred of these Templars, according to Altha. They were more than a little outnumbered.

Blades of song: Agents of the Inquisition.

Samesies!

Blades of song: Agents of the Inquisition.

Elora

Elora nodded in response to Altha's greeting and took a seat. The bottle of wine she had ordered was delivered to the table and she poured herself a glass, making no offer to share. After all, she did not yet know these people. Leliana chose those she knew were capable, yes, but it did not mean she could trust them. Yet. So for now, she settled back and drank deeply from the glass in her hand, watching the others of the small group with mild interest. It did not take long for the last of the agents to arrive. Both were mages, which surprised her. From what she knew of the Qunari, they kept their mages under strict control. That this one had escaped was...unusual.

"A Tal-Vashoth and a mage. Or, what is it you call them? Saarebas? I must admit, I am impressed that you managed to leave your homeland in one piece. I imagine it was no easy feat." It did occur to Elora that Katari could be a spy but...would the Qunari people really risk allowing him out alone? Both scenarios seemed equally unlikely. She would have to be wary. She trusted Leliana's decisions but one could not be too careful. She had learned that lesson well.

The dwarf, Vavin, spoke and Elora smirked a little at his comment. "And," she added to his sentence. "Should you need someone dealt with silently and quickly, I am your woman. As I mentioned, my name is Elora. I have spent some time as an assassin and I have skills involving poison and other such toxins. I can also be very convincing when I need to be." She tilted her head to the side a little but did not elaborate. There was more than one way to convince someone to relinquish information and she had successfully used both methods to get what she wanted in the past.

Blades of song: Agents of the Inquisition.

They're going to be SO well liked everywhere they go! xD

Blades of song: Agents of the Inquisition.

Elora

Elora sighed in reluctance as she approached the Pearl. It was a small mercy that the air was cool enough for her to wear the hood of her cloak up to conceal her identity. Of course, she was not known in Denerim. She was not well known anywhere. Even so, the idea of entering a brothel did not fill her with any amount of pleasure. Still, she understood Leliana's decision. They would have some privacy to meet. The patrons would be otherwise occupied and hold little interest for the group of agents.

The assassin carried very little with her. To the untrained eye, it may seem as though she were completely unarmed, though her heavy fur-lined cloak did help to conceal what she didn't wish for others to see. Most of her supplies were locked in a safe in the room she'd rented in the Gnawed Noble Tavern. She did wear her studded leather armor, however, and the sheaths at her waist bore two of her daggers. There was a separate belt pouch above that that held a small array of poisons and potions as well as her coin purse. She did not expect to be here for very long, if she could help it. She had been informed in the letter that this would be their initial meeting but she did not yet know the details of when they would set out. She imagined there was another in the group that had been entrusted with this information unless Leliana herself would be there.

Elora pushed open the door to the brothel and stepped inside. She lowered her hood and glanced swiftly around the room. Despite the scantily clad men and women that fluttered about fawning over the patrons, the outer room appeared like any other tavern. She had been here once before whilst following a mark. Originally, she had planned to impersonate one of the workers and get him alone so that she could kill him in one of the back rooms but she had drawn attention from some of the other men. It would have been unwise for her to continue when there were others who could recognize her and connect her to the death of the man in question.

The Pearl had not changed all that much since her last time here but Elora's eyes were not on the decor. She searched for the people she was expected to meet as she unclasped the front of her cloak but before she could locate them, she was approached by the proprietor.

"Welcome to The Pearl. Who is it I can introduce you to, today? One of my men? We've got someone to suit every taste. Or perhaps you've come to seeking employment?" Her eyes flickered over Elora as though considering her for the job. The assassin frowned and pulled her cloak back around her body. "Maker, no!" she sighed in exasperation, her eyes coming to rest on a small huddle of people in the corner. She began to move around the woman in front of her. "Bring me a bottle of wine. I'll be with the group in the corner." She answered, already moving past her. The proprietor didn't look particularly pleased that she was only here to meet others but she didn't object.

The two Elven men had arrived and so had the dwarf. If memory served, they were still expecting the last elf, a woman, and a Qunari. She was a little surprised that she was the only human in the group but it didn't bother her. As long as they did their jobs well, she shouldn't have too much of a problem with any of them. Elora came to a stop in front of the table they occupied. "Altha, Angelo and Vavin, I presume?" she asked, her eyes flickering to each of them in turn. Of course, she couldn't be sure which of the elves was which as the letter had not specified, but never mind. "I am Elora."

Blades of song: Agents of the Inquisition.

We need some warriors xD I'm ready to start whenever, by the way :)

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Okay great! That all sounds fine to me. So, is Anora or Alistair on the throne? It might not make a difference in regards to the roleplay but just in case it happens to come up in conversation. Oh, and I have another question. Are we going to be spending time in Skyhold or will we be based elsewhere? I imagine we'll constantly be moving anyway but still. Last one (for now); Do we all know eachother when the roleplay starts or is it our first time meeting the team when we come together in Denerim? Can't wait to start this, by the way :D I need my Dragon Age fix now that I've completed my first playthrough. I'm trying not to start a second just yet because it takes up aaaall my time xD I can't pull myself away!

Blades of song: Agents of the Inquisition.

So I'm curious about the decisions made prior to where this roleplay begins. Whose on the throne, for example? Just so I can change my head canon around where I need to xD

Blades of song: Agents of the Inquisition.

Oooh that would be interesting!