The First Blight: Curse of Dumat [RP/Closed]

[Cinnonym]

"Why for few?" Ghil shrugged after sending the serving girl away with her order, "I am not Commander, so I did not make the choosing. The Ciraine favor duels, perhaps he hopes one of you will be prepared to risk all to win one. Perhaps he thinks two mages will be enough against magicless men. Or, perhaps he wishes to test our mettle. Most of our number are recruits... of unproven loyalty." She nodded toward Ulrin; Ulrin and she were certainly the most bitter for being made into Wardens.

To Diocles, she said, "You could put an arrow in an eye, I know, I have seen the shooting. It may be needed if things go... poorly. I cannot claim to know what may come. We must approach with caution, like one would a frightened doe."

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin listened to Ghil and when she nodded to he returned the gesture. However the more she spoke about what they could expect, the more he felt like perhaps they were all sent off on this mission by a means to be rid of them. Looking back that wouldn't be so bad, a suicide mission would finally give him what he wanted. However he knew only he wanted it. They could have a bit of luck in their favor, it could come down to a duel. Hopefully between one of their own and Ghil or Alrik.

"What a situation we've been put into. It seems like even in the best case scenario, we stand little chance of this being successful. Hopefully they will listen to you and Alrik..."

 

[ShadowFolk]

Sulahn'nehn busied herself with politely asking for a meal, if that was alright with the servants whose job it was to do such when she caught a reference to herself. She did not put it passed the Constable to use his power against the barbarians, but it didn't sit well with her. "I- I do not feel comfortable with the idea of using magic against people..." at least not again.

 

[FortyThree]

Diocles was uncomfortable with the pessimistic line of conversation. It wasn't helping anything, so he decided to change it. He looked Sul directly in the eye.

"I don't care, by the way. That you're an elf. We're wardens now. That means we give up our past. The only thing elven about you and Ulrin is your ears. And the only thing Tevinter about me is that little voice in the back of my head saying 'Ruined raiment this early in a trek would be a great excuse to find some fashionable clothing for once.'"

 

[Cinnonym]

"I do not know if Alrik--"

Ghil paused when the conversation took a sudden turn. She glanced to Sulahn'nehn with an eyebrow quirked.

 

[ShadowFolk]

Ghil was an impossible read. As much as she tried she couldn't figure out if the expression on her face was positive or negative. Was she pleased to hear the elf was not willing to attack her people or disappointed because she did not want to do what may be 'necessary'?

"W-What? It is an unpleasant thing to do. They're not darks-" she was stopped mid explination by the archer who seemed to want to be talking about anything else. Which was all good and well. She didn't want to think about it much longer either. "Yes..." He'd meant well, but nevertheless, Sulahn'nehn's hands reflexively went to cover her ears. "I miss dresses. It's strange to be without them."

 

[FortyThree]

"Yes, exactly!"

He knew Ghil and Ulrin would snicker, but Diocles was grateful to have his frivolous desire validated.

"I miss decent clothes. You have no idea how handsome I look in something decently tailored."

 

[Rosen2012]

"I cannot really say much about clothing... I wore what was I given. And then what I could steal..." He nodded to the other two Wardens and tapped his fingers on the table. "There was really much sense to give a field worker anything more than durable working clothes. Though, my sister had a dress or two." Ulrin lowered his eyes just a bit lost in thought.

 

[ShadowFolk]

Diocles seemed to be very talented at getting to her to say things she normally would never feel the need or want to say.

And then something foolish came out of her mouth, "You mean more than you already are?"

She was not very good on saves and found herself in the same situation she was in inside Vol Dorma. She fumbled with things about all Tevinter finery making anyone look more dapper. Not even she believed herself.

Just don't look at him and maybe he will be kind enough to forget it.

 

[Cinnonym]

"How charming." Thaedrin joined them in the common room--much to everyone's delight, he was sure. He tossed down a pile of Imperial Army-issued leathers and mail onto the table. The equipment spilled over onto Ulrin's plate. "Sadly, I think the tailor's storefront caught fire last night. For you, Komnenos, these will have to do. If you're all healed, I suggest you finish eating and get to bed. We'll resume our journey at dawn. You'll all be riding double, though... It seems partners have already been chosen, is that right?"

The blood mage turned on his heel and said no more to the group than that. Rather than returning to his room, he left the inn entirely, presumably to roust up supplies, or terrorize children.

Ghil was silent, but once he was gone she turned her head and spat onto the floorboards. "I am tired of that one."

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin looked down at his meal as part of it was forced off of his plate an the rest smashed by their new equipment. His lips twisted with aggravation and he had to bit his lip before he said anything to the blood mage that would cause a scene. As soon as he walked away the elf picked up the pile of leathers cursing, "How is it that he is so unpleasant! To say I am tired of him is too kind."

The elf handed new armor off to Diocles, "Here. Apparently it was too much trouble to dump it on your meal."

 

[ShadowFolk]

Ah, Thaedrin, of course. They were all overdue for their dosage of foul moods. He had a certain finesse with tearing down atmospheres.

"Lovely to see the Constable in good spirits.", immediately she checked to see if Thaedrin had managed to her the words that were supposed to remain in her head. When he did not react, she exhaled, breathing easier. The Constable's suggestion was sound. It was best to fill their empty stomach and go rest, not that it actually needed suggesting. She hurriedly ate whatever fowl had been served to her.

When she'd had her fill or rather, when her plate was picked clean, she wiped her mouth and excused herself from the table. "I hope you'll excuse me. I want to get a bit of sleep in before dawn...but first I need to find a gown to sleep in. Good night, gentlemen. Ghil."

Or at least one that wasn't missing half of it.

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin picked through what was left on his plate, eating up what he could. He too was ready for bed, is had been a long a day, and the days ahead were only looking longer. "I think I too shall go get some rest, since most of my meal was finished off for me..." He stood up nodding to Ghil and Diocles. "I will see you in the morning. Good night."

With that he excused himself hoping the stay at this inn would be more pleasant than their last.

 

[FortyThree]

"Goodnight, my lady, brother."

Diocles nodded to Sul. He had decided to not comment on her compliment, but his grin would shame a shark. He took his new armor, examining it carefully before beginning to dig in to his food.

"Still, this is fine quality. Clearly, he has fallen for me."

 

[duckflesh]

Alrik appeared from outside, his hair wet; it was drizzling.

He was holding an entire roasted turkey, and he dropped it onto their table, ripping off one drumstick for himself. "Is better than inn food. Shopkeeper gave to me for free, because I... how do you say it... threaten him with violence?"

He nodded, content that this was the correct choice of words.

"We reach Alamarri soon. May need to kill everybody. Everyone ready?"

 

[Cinnonym]

Ghil eyed the turkey with equal parts disapproval and envy.

"As ready as they can be. Alrik. You have not mentioned from where you come. Ciraine?"

 

[FortyThree]

"Yes, sir!"

Diocles dug in with gusto, not caring for the origin of the meal. Idly he wondered if they'd kept the feathers, turkey feathers worked quite well for fletching.

 

[duckflesh]

Alrik shook his head, responding to her in his native tongue. "My ancestors come from Ferelden, but my people went long ago to lands beyond what you call the Hunterhorn Mountains. My name and clan is not known to you. Let us hope they do not find my foreignness offensive, or bloodshed may be unavoidable."

He didn't seem particularly troubled by the idea.

 

[Cinnonym]

Ghil nodded and pushed herself up from her chair; she clapped a hand to Alrik's shoulder and said, in Tevene, "You fight good." The barbarian woman took her sword off the wall and carried in down the hall to the room she was sharing with Sulahn'nehn. Dawn wasn't so long off now, after the Darkspawn took so long to die.

In the small room, she locked the door and took her time removing her gear: breastplate, mail, uniform. Th bandages came next, and when she pulled them free the skin beneath looked as though it had never taken a blade in all her life. She flexed her arm appreciatively and checked her thigh wounds next before coming to bed.

"Scoot."

Nestled up against the elven girl, she dropped her head to the pillow and heaved a contented sigh.

 

[duckflesh]

Alrik settled in to finish his meal, mumbling with satisfaction over the food.

"You fuck with boy elf, too?" he asked Diocles conversationally.