Nephriel

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Ok, so... I was going to post for Dreha but I'm not sure how many assassins you had coming at him so I'm not sure if she should still be fighting or if she should be trying to get him tended to.

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She could hear the water as Kyrtaar poured it and thought that perhaps he was taking a drink until he stepped forward. The sensation of the damp cloth was blessedly cool against the blazing pain that seemed to still radiate, a ghost of the agony before. Then, fingers brushed her skin and she was suddenly disoriented when she found herself no longer blind and seeing herself from his eyes. It was the first time in Aevah's life, since she'd made the mistake of walking into the Norn's lair, that skin contact did not bring something deeply discomforting to suffocate her mind. Instead, she was given a pleasant peak into his mind... a quick glimpse of what she could tell was a rare serene moment. She could feel his affection and that was something altogether new for her as well, it was odd seeing herself through someone else's eyes and feeling someone else's emotions. Still, it made her smile despite the ache in her eyes and just like that she was back in her own head and blind once more.

"Thank you..." she murmured, somewhat absorbed in readjusting to feeling her own emotions. She felt flustered, bashful? It didn't happen to her often but she wasn't used to having anyone care about her. Friends were rare in the world of thieves and street rats, you were only ever friends with someone you could use. It had been a lonely life, but living that way had kept her from having many occasions where she risked skin to skin contact, and it had helped her avoid her powers.

Speaking of powers... It was odd, the magic Kyrtaar had possessed had seemed so full of malice and so had the images she'd seen the first time she'd touched him but now she saw what it had been like when it was new. She wondered what had caused it to go so dark... so hungry? Perhaps his own lust for power had changed it. Maybe having a friend around would be good for both of them, it might even pull some more of that positive light out of him in the long run.

As he put the other strip around her eyes and the necklace back around her neck Aevah sucked a breath in through her teeth, she barely heard Kyrtaar excuse himself to speak to the Norn. If she had, maybe she would have stopped him. As it was, she was trapped in her own head which was now throbbing as though being beaten by a smith's anvil. Images burst behind her eyes, pulsed to life and she realized she was seeing... It wasn't quite the same as seeing with her eyes, everything was playing like seeing a dream.

She could see Mhundir fall, struck by magic that would heal him. She saw a woman enter to defend him against unknown attacker's whose auras were... dull... almost fogged like they were hidden from her. She saw Kyrtaar talking to the Norn, saw what he would ask but whisked away on the images too soon to see what the price would be. She could see Kylmie and Shorus and Tarwin. She could see the mad prince and his rage.... She winced, unable to shut them out by closing her eyes. She was already smothered in the darkness of being blind, nothing could stop the images racing through her head until Kyrtaar's voice broke through the visions and she shuddered as if coming awake. "Yes... I'm ready."

She could see the horses but she wasn't sure if maybe there were rocks or the like. "Maybe I should get a walking stick... Can you help me to the horses? I promise not to be quite so invalid once I'm on... I can still see your aura in my head like a lamp, I can follow you."

She gave a sheepish smile, "This will take some getting used to..."

For now she would keep the knowledge of his request a secret, after all... it hadn't been her request to see. She hadn't really meant to spy and she wondered a moment what had caused it. An after effect of touching Kyrtaar? No, it hadn't happened until he'd put the necklace back on her.

Bitten

I give it to you, you guys are determined. :) Lets start one up for the remaining active players since this one lost the majority. To be honest I'd half given up on it cuz my other one is moving along at a steady pace but... you guy's are tough. XD If you're still determined than we will still play.

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Lol, some controversy is good for the play. XD

@Hammy - I'm gonna wait till you post to type up Aevah and Dreha's next posts. That way I can answer all at once instead of in pieces.

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Oh poor kyrtaar.... there are a lot of ways to mess with his immortality. He could age but never die. He could never age but a fatal blow could still steal his life... or maybe he got what he meant. It all depends on the norns mood. Nasty creature she.

I'm still trying to decide what's in the vial... anyone have ideas?

Dragon Age: Inquisition

That last bit is speculation.

Dragon Age: Inquisition

Well yes, but as we know mages can access the fade and before they're woken up the old gods wander around the fade... I'm pretty sure I read that in one of the official wikkis on the DA site. Maybe she stumbled on one? I have no idea but I'm also pretty positive she was the one who told the Grey Wardens how to first become Grey Wardens...

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So! Excuse the semi shabby entrance.... I wasn't sure how to bring her in smoothly so I went for the FULL SPEED AHEAD method. If you see anything I need to alter let me know and it shall be done...

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Dreha

Location: Ruins of Baalor, approaching Mhundir's camp.

Health: Road weary, but otherwise fine.

Inventory: Finely made steel scale armor with thin scales riveted one into another tightly with small steel rings instead of riveted into leather making it a bit lighter and a bit less hot. She wears a scale curiass with steel plate shoulder guards, under which she wears a cotton shirt with shoulder pads. The arms of the suit are attached to the scale under the shoulder plate and are leather with scale on the outer arm. She wears steel arm guards over her unscaled wrist, her leggings are made of scaled leather much the same as the arms, and a steel helmet with scale lower face guard. She carries a long sword and a steel buckler and has a leather belt around her middle. On her horse are two saddle packs, one has several pouches of dried or cured food and some healing poultices she bought. The other one carries her bed roll and civilian clothes.

She was still unsure whether this decision had been wise, she had never had to make such a choice... Should she consider it deserting if she was still following a Prince with the intent to serve him? All she knew for sure was that she refused to serve a glory hound like the OTHER brother she'd left behind unless she had no other choice... Currently, she had two. Either she could go to the Ruins of Baalor and hope that Mhundir would not turn away a soldier of his father after what an attack by his own men or she could go after Jazeer and try to protect him. She had packed a great many poultices and herbs, not really sure what they all were or if they would do him any good but she knew he would know them and perhaps could somehow use them to keep himself strong. Sometimes she regretted not having a mind for such things... She had a way with tactics and battle but remembering herbs and scholarly information, her mind failed her on such things. She had also packed enough food for the both of them and onward she had went.

She had not known tracking down a sickly prince would be so difficult, she was no scout but a fighter and though she could spot some things that were more obvious to the eye she lacked the knowledge and patience of someone who could do such things. After the first half of the day she'd given up on following a trail and had stuck to what she knew of Jazeer... His trail had went in the general direction of Baalor and if she were sickly and worried about a brother who'd possibly send someone to finish her off... She'd go to her other brother, the one who was also in a precarious standing. So, on she'd went until she'd finally seen the ruins and all had seemed fine until she'd gotten closer. She knew the sounds she heard were those of battle and still she pressed onward, what if Jazeer was in trouble? Into the ruins she'd went, on and on.

Dreha had drawn closer and closer to the noises of battle only to find herself in the midst of a camp under attack. There were several men attempting to break into what appeared to perhaps be the War Room and she could hear voices shouting from inside. Dreha advanced, this was Mhundir's camp and her loyalties lay with any royalty in danger. She dispatched two of the would be assailants before they realized they'd been flanked and then she bashed one aside with her shield while running another through. This cleared the way for her to enter the room, defending herself from attacks as she did so. She soon discovered a mess of chaos, in the center of which was Mhundir undergoing some kind of devilry and about to be run through himself. Dreha lunged forward, barely managing to knock the attacker's blade aside before it could make it into Mhundir's chest.

She finally got a good look at her foe then... strange red eyes and... what in Dunrar's name were these creatures? She blocked an attack after being momentarily shocked into a lack of movement and then knocked the blade outward with her shield as it came at her again. This time though, as she attempted another run through, her foe sidestepped and came at her with a frenzy of attacks. Dreha refused to be intimidated and looked at the creature, fairly unamused. It was slowing and though sweat was tickling down her back, she was sure she was less winded than her opponent. As the thing swung again she ducked and bashed her shield into his knee. There was a sickening crack as it's leg broke and it crumpled to the floor. She decapitated him and then turned, panting, to see if there were others as she positioned herself between Mhundir and any would be attackers.

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Yuuuup XD