LadyRunic

Halam'shivanas

As the man lowered his bow and sat back down, Athelya relaxed her grip on the staff. It was a decoy from her real tool the orb that had gained her sanctuary with the Dread Wolf. An odd thing, he had looked upon the orb and saw it for what it was. So he had taught her without realizing what she was, it was something that amused young Athelya. So many people saw so much and did not realize what is was they saw exactly. For this reason no story would be quite the same depending on teller and listener, something she had often argued with her Uncle Varric Tethras. The Viscount of Kirkwall and one of her few allies who the elvhen maid suspected was catching onto her plan. Several of the reports Kieran brought to her had noted that Varric was diverting the Inquisition and Inquisitor more heavily towards her friend's advice. Often pointing out reasons it would work, or was reasonable much more than he pointed out the flaws. Several of his recent books had small snippets of side characters and their lives which Athelya noted seemed to relate back to how her adoptive relations were doing. A reassurance cleverly hidden. Perhaps the Dread Wolf saw this as well if he bothered to read the books. Though that was something Athelya doubted.

Turning her attention back to the man as he chattered on about not knowing anyone was living in the ruins, the mage took a seat herself. Careful as to not disturb the orb upon her hip or accidentally sit on it. Her lips twitched as she remembered the one time that had come about. Though the thought of living in the ruins, of rebuilding them to house the glory of her desperate people, was appealing to Athelya. Something she hoped would come about if her plans ran course and true. But that was a ways off as of yet and she still fought to keep those dreams moving. Guiding the hands of powers greater than her own as she tried to sharp through others what she willed herself to do. "I do not live there per say." She noted with a slight chuckle. "I come from time to time to rest my head and remember what had been, is, and will be again. The Veil is thin here and my friends find it appealing to their characteristics." She noted, the orb seeming to underline her point as a glimmer of green light ran over it. Laying a long fingered hand over her foci, the mage felt the power slip about her fingers like a warm trickle of water. Will was the key of magic, it formed and shaped the powers of the Fade through the Veil. Giving an outlet to the power in the form of what the mage desired.

But her desire was in her curiosity. The desire to know and understand the lives of those around her. 'Windy' Varric had called her for her whirlwind search for answers. Windy for the wanderlust the dwarf had seen in her veins. Perhaps it was a inherited trait, Athelya thought as she watched the small fire crackle quietly. In the end it didn't matter as she listened to 'Sparrow's' story, drinking in what he told her just as she drank in what he didn't tell her. "I did not have brothers, nor sisters." Her voice was curious as she slowly offered up a piece of herself to gain more of him. To learn more of this human who wandered so close to the ruins. "My mother was a warrior- of sorts- of the Inquisition and one child was plenty." Though there was a bit of lie in that, Athelya knew though it was never said aloud. Her mother would have given her brothers, sisters, but there was only one man who held Selwyn's heart. Her mother had settled for no other even when urged by her dear friends. Perhaps that slow sorrow in her mother's eyes had been the hardest of prisons of all, even more than the well meaning isolation Athelya knew.

Tearing the leg from the rabbit over the fire after she removed her glove, Athelya bit into the meat. It was cooked well with just the right tenderness that Athelya enjoyed in her game. Swallowing the bite, the elvhen maiden gave a slight choked cough. "My name-? I did not say?" She arched a pale brow, taking another bite as she thought back on their conversation. Indeed he was right, she had not said. Pausing before taking another strip from the rabbit's leg, Athelya considered if she should tell him. Her name was no grand secret but a human knowing something would potentially lead more this way and that wouldn't do for her plans. Not to mention the hot water if her so called superior's found out. "I am known as Athelya. Though I won't bother with a last name, nor clan name. I doubt you would know it." Or he would know it all too well. Harellan was name she had taken when she fled Skyhold, but Latharelfen was the name her mother had granted her at birth. Love of the Dread Wof, or the fate of one who had. Those of her small sect of loyalist who wanted a world where elves were no longer servants, no longer a 'lesser race' but where they could be with their half-elven kin and friends from other races. But that was neither here nor there. "As for the magic... Aye, it was I who cast the spells." Her free hand gave a slightly mocking bow, as she continued to nibble at the rabbit leg. Speaking between her bites with a careful wording. "I was restoring and cleaning a few of the statues. Though the pillars and fallen columns are a tad too much for me yet."

~Nyte Bloods~

@Mister ThirteenBeautifully! I am curious about a few characters though I can't wait to see where this is going.

~Nyte Bloods~

@Mister ThirteenI like it! I just hope you've been enjoying Alice as a character and myself as a RP partner XD

Samhain Intrigues

Post will be on Thursday so I don't give you guys crap!

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice trailed after the woman a she slipped into the apartment. She hadn't said anything, but Liza truly did need a shower according to the tailor's sensitive nose. Returning the smile Alice nodded, and a sly look came into eyes though it lacked malice. "It was a lovely night, and thank you. I just hope I haven't brought more trouble to you." She admitted her worry, perching herself on the bed as she pulled out the ponytail and removed the glasses and shoes. Shaking out the raven locks and combing them back to their proper form, Alice gave a sigh of relief as she felt herself again.

The disguise had been necessary but it was rather irritating when one was not used to glasses or a pony tail. She kept wanting to move her hand back to shape up her bun which was nonexistent. Reaching about she found the television buttons and pressed the appropriate ones to select a news channel. She didn't want to know the fate of her life, but she needed to be informed. It was a sad fact of life. More so was that she had not just laughed off the entire thing as a prank. Let the police and hospital call her mad, or crazy or foolish! It would have been better than this entire mess. Glancing at the door to the bathroom, Alice amended her thought. For Liza had been the silver lining in the entire thing.

Halam'shivanas

Perhaps she shouldn't have tried the little experiment with the Veil, but it had been a good eighteen, perhaps closer to nineteen, years roughly since the Inquisitor had defeated Corypheus. Many of the rifts had been sealed by the Anchor before it had gone out of control and perhaps some still remained, but Athelya doubted it. IF they did exist the creator of the Veil would close them, if only to keep the spirits about those parts of the Fade happy. Fen'harel was odd like that, but the elvhen woman had grown used to the antics of her teacher. For it was he who had helped her perfect her magic, had sharped her skill over the last two years she had spent running from who she was. What she was. But the pale haired elf knew she would never escape it, and someday she would have to step up. To take the place Fate had shaped her for. Perhaps she had run away merely for the escape from beneath her mother's protective prison, but instead of running from the answers she had wanted to reject. The legacy she never wanted to be part of. Athelya had fallen straight back into the hands of that same legacy. Though it was no longer a well intended prison, the hands had become the whetstone. One which had strengthen and sharpened what had been healed and allowed to flourish. It was oddly fitting, Athelya thought according to the old legends of the Evanuris.

Though her thoughts were paused as a voice called out through the dense forest. Knocking aside several branches with her staff of plain and twisted wood, Athelya gave a dry look as she gazed upon the archer and his nocked arrow. To find someone so very, very far out in the Wilds. It was surprising to the mage, even more so was it when she realized she gazed upon a human. "And I would be very careful about shooting before you learn of whom you are aiming that arrow at." She remarked with a dry voice, a slightly amused smirk softening her stern features. "I am quite curious as to why a human is so far out in the Wilds, weeks from any farmstead or village. Let alone so near one of my people's ruins." A shimmer of magic flickered along her staff as she stepped past the branches and lowered the staff allowing them to fall back in place. Were the human archer to fire at the elven maid he would find his arrow knocked aside by a barrier of magic.

The blue in Athelya's eyes was far more prevalent, and a dull color, compared to the vibrant green flecks that seemed to gleam with a hidden light in comparison. The knee length coat was a deep blue edged with grey, her leggings looking to be of comfortable leather. All in all the clothing was many years out of style and not bearing the wear of one who had been tramping through the forest for weeks herself though there was a good bit of wear here and there. The scorch of magic, the small cuts that could be from a fight. The few stains of mud or blood. "You, humans, generally avoid them for fear of curses or other such things. Ghosts, the agents of Fen'harel, and such." The elven woman continued on waving a dismissive hand in the general direction of her ruins. If they did belong to anyone it was the Dread Wolf, but she did have some claim. An amusing though, and one that only select individuals knew. Agents that worked for her, to create something a future that would span any the Dread Wolf or the Inquisition could forge.

Raising a brow at the human as she waited for a reply, Harellan flipped her braid onto her back, irritated by the stray strands that kissed her cheek. A distraction that she did not approve of. How many mages lost their concentration and fell because of foolish distractions that disrupted a spell causing it to falter or worse, backfire. "Though I suppose the hunting is better out here. Fewer competitors and I am not among them." She mused over his reason for being so far into the middle of essentially nowhere if an eluvian had not been within those ruins. But there was also the matter of what to do with him. To let him run loose was perfectly fine in her eyes, but Abelas was going to be coming in a few days and the ancient elf was picky about humans being in the relative area of a elven ruin. Understandable seeing as how long he guarded the Well of Sorrows, but unnecessary for Athelya had no intention of letting a human ruin her vacation spot. For all they were ancient the two elves that could 'command' her hardly noticed she was absent from the camp, at least for a handful of days. But giving them a common place to look simplified things. She was able to plan out her own battle strategy and pass her orders onto Kieran or he to her. They would go their separate ways with no one the wiser thus far. If only because they never arrived at the same time. Their notes and letters hidden away in some secret spot they had agreed on, changing it every so many moons. Their letters and clues written in a code developed from their childhood. "Or you could be here to rob and loot an already empty temple. I'd advise against that, the only thing of interest is myself and my pack. Neither of which holds anything overly interesting." A utter lie in regard to herself, for Athelya liked to think herself quite interesting, but it was true about her pack. Which had run out of food the previous night. Thus signalling it was time for her to return.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice was enjoying her small chats with Conner. Responding carefully and offering nothing overly personal as she polietly skirted around those pot holes in the topic. Being out of a room and able to breathe in the life that the world was going on was a relief. Something Alice had desperately needed after those long days of confusion and fear. Feeling grounded and that she finally was getting her feet under her, the tailor was in far higher spirits by the end of the night. Though she had a list of half a dozen for Liza, things were no longer looking so bleak.

Emerald eyes blinked as Alice turned to give Liza a small nod. Her smile far more relaxed and at ease than the start of the night. "Yes, I am. Thank you for the lovely conversation." She added to the bartender as she slid off the stool. Pushing the glasses up her nose as they slid down a bit, Alice followed after the waitress and gave a soft chuckle. "I really did need a breathe of the world didn't I?" She noted, with a slight annoyed look. Though the annoyance was turned inward. She always buried herself in her problems or her work, and so shut out the world unintentionally. Trips out the jazz cafe and places like this. "And thank you, for everything." She added to Liza quietly.

~Nyte Bloods~

Giving Dalton a farewell nod, she gave the man a small, friendly smile. "Will do." She chirped cheerily, before turning her attention back to the table. Keeping an eye on Dalton as he walked out. He was a decent person, though she was worried he might be calling to turn her into the mental asylum. Though, she tried to brush the man making a call. It probably wasn't anything important, if it was what could she do? Where could she go? Dalton knew she knew Liza so doubtless they would search the woman's house and Alice didn't want to reveal the woman's secret.

She didn't want to reveal hers either as she turned her gaze back to the bar. Tracing out the patterns on the wood. Her mind wandering as she thought about the possible futures. Honestly? Alice was afraid of what her future might hold. Liam was going to come back, he had seemed dead set on that. So she was going to take it as a given. So drinking animal blood might turn Alice's own blood sour or something. Make her unappealing to the bastard. It would suit him right, the raven headed woman thought sourly. Turning her into a vampire and flipping her life on it's ear! Watching Liza do her rounds, Alice sighed and turned her gaze back to the bar. She also needed to help Liza however she could. The woman had saved her life after all, when it would have been easier to let the Inquisitor kill her. Perhaps the waitress just disliked the Inquisitor so strongly that she hadn't cared if she saved Alice, she just wanted the man dead.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice gave the man an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I'm some what in love with color." She admitted, hedging about the color fact. For clothes were indeed color, or lack there of sometimes. Though Alice was quick to turn her gaze to the bar as he finished his drink. Not wanting to tempt herself. Drinking blood was hard enough from a bag, but fresh from the source? The tailor didn't want to try it even once, she wasn't sure she'd be able to resist the lure ever again. So she was abstaining til that was not an option. Perhaps she could abstain from human blood completely, but she doubted it. Alice enjoyed many things, so when something tasted 'foul' it was quickly off her palate.

Blinking she looked over at Dalton as he moved to leave, a mistake she realized as he asked after her name. Again! Really she wished he hadn't, but Liza had used her name so perhaps it was alright? But looking slightly peeved she leaned her chin on her hands and shrugged absently. Trying to look anything unlike the prestigious Alice Lynch. More along the lines of a nerd who had come far out of her comfort zone. Though the comfort zone part was true still. "Alice." She answered simply. "Liza got sick of me burying myself in my work so she dragged me here." She lied slightly, though the key parts were slightly true. Liza had brought her here, saving herself from having article of clothing analyzed though the waitress didn't know it.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice nodded slowly. "Yet too much black and you do draw attention." She argued, her green eyes alight with delight. "Goths, emos, and such are perfect examples of this. Your blend of white and black however, is a clever implement of color! Just enough of the white to make the black not stand out!" The tailor didn't raise her voice over much but enough that the man could hear her clearly. "I personally just like seeing a little bit of color to things generally, and you wear that particular outfit a good bit." She noted, though it was said unkindly. In fact, Alice seemed a little caught up in the threads so to speak.

Running a careful eye over Damon she frowned at the bits of wear she could see on the jacket and pants. Not enough it would need tending to, so they were kept in decent repair. Though she did lean back a bit to examine his shoes. Those seemed rougher, but that was typical of shoes and Alice was no cobbler. All in all it was pretty standard and not enough for her to get up in arms and find the nearest needle and thread. Though she could not say the same for several of the patrons in the bar. Several of them needed their clothes rescued and, as she watched one woman spill a bit of beer on her top, most likely from themselves.