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“ reach your hand into the dark and feel what reaches back. ”
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Post by eusarius vorani on May 6, 2014 16:37:32 GMT
The Duke of Montsimmard, his lovely wife, equally lovely daughter, and their foreign guest were taking their last sips of wine after a spectacular luncheon. Eusarius noted with pleasure - and a hint of amusement - that they must have tried so very hard to incorporate traditional Tevinter' tastes, if the spiced figs and quince-glazed lamb was anything to judge by. Standing side-by-side with the Duke on the balcony of his villa, overlooking the city, Eusarius felt strangely discontent. Yes, he had been allowed - with some coercion - to visit the Circle. Or rather, to walk around the outside and have quiet discussion with the Senior Enchanter - a lovely lady, even if it felt like all her essence had been bleached away - while under the watchful eye of the Templar Knight-Commander. Eusarius could feel the gazes of the imprisoned mages, peering at him through the windows, and that was it. It was strangely impersonal, though he praised himself on acting prudently and not "The Grey Wardens," Eusarius said finally, nodding toward the spires of their compound with a thin smile. "I would like to meet the people fighting the corruption my ancestors released onto this earth," he continued, his smile deepening at the corners, though his tone remained sombre. The Duke's moustache twitched, and Eusarius inclined his head to observe his host through narrowed eyes. "Unless that would be too difficult to arrange, of course." The Duke managed a strained smile in response, and within an hour, Eusarius found himself at the gates to the Orlesian Grey Warden Headquarters, the Duke speaking in rapid Orlesian to a disgruntled Constable of the Grey. Eusarius consciously melded his facial expression into something 'pleasant', and pretended to understand less Orlesian than did in reality. After several moments, the warden unlocked the gate and Eusarius swept past her as though nothing was preventing him from doing just that earlier and at his leisure. Arguably one of the most secret organisations in Thedas, and they still couldn't keep out a magister, naturally. Eusarius had to bite back a smirk. | | Can't let go
no it flows through our veins
Blows through our tunnels and rattles our chains
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HUMAN
“ self-fulling prophecy of endless possibility. ”
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Post by GABRIEL CAZAL on May 8, 2014 4:50:23 GMT
Gabriel's assignment to accompany the insistent magister who wants to pay visit to the Grey Wardens is not meant to be a reward, although he takes it as one. The sad truth of the matter is just that he's one of the few Wardens present with a hope of speaking something resembling fluent Tevene, and of those Wardens, he is the only mage.
A mage for the magister, Peter smirked. Looks like you're on babysitting duty.
Gabriel wanted to set the man's ratty brown hair on fire. If he did that, though, they'd pull him off magister-sitting duty for sure, and give it to that imbecile rogue--who admittedly had a better accent, but couldn't hold a decent conversation if his life depended on it. So he smiled tightly at Peter, resolved to ruin something of his at the next available opportunity, and slouched into the main courtyard.
He didn't have to ask who the magister was. It was bloody apparent who the magister was. Gabriel kept the easy smile plastered on his face, gaze skipping from the frustrated Warden-Constable to the Duke--what a set of facial fur that was, top notch really--to the magister, giving him a casual once-over before slipping into Tevene and hoping he wasn't as rusty as he thought he was.
"Hello," he said. "Honored to have you. I'm Warden Gabriel. Do you think the Duke always looks so pinched in the face, or is that just because of the esteemed company he's found himself in?"
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“ reach your hand into the dark and feel what reaches back. ”
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Post by eusarius vorani on May 12, 2014 13:28:46 GMT
"A pleasure," Eusarius responded in Tevene. He spoke slowly, stretching each vowel - and making no attempt to hide the way his gaze moved up the man. Charming in the way a solider was, perhaps. No pretensions, straightforward. Eusarius decided he liked him. No visible weapons, something cloth and robe-like rather than armour... And the prickle in his fingertips an almost natural reaction to the presence of mana. They even had the sense to send a mage. A pleasant surprise, though Eusarius couldn't decide whether to be pleased or offended at the (correct) assumption that he would rather spend time in the company of a Tevene-speaking mage than with some peasant "rescued" from a life in the slums by the oh-so-noble Wardens. "Yes... The Duke seems to have over-extended himself for the duration of my stay. The pandering is both embarrassing and flattering." Eusarius paused for a heartbeat, narrowed his eyes, trying to briefly gauge the Gabriel's reaction before continuing. "I am sure the Duke would be most grateful if you take me off his hands for a while?" Eusarius said in Orlesian, glancing expectantly at the Duke and his faithful delegation. Phrased like a question, but not delivered like one. Eusarius allowed a thin smile and inclined his head in farewell before moving to Gabriel's side. | | Can't let go
no it flows through our veins
Blows through our tunnels and rattles our chains
GABRIEL CAZAL |
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“ self-fulling prophecy of endless possibility. ”
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Post by GABRIEL CAZAL on May 15, 2014 18:32:29 GMT
"He certainly seems more impressed by you than he does by the Grey Wardens," Gabriel grinned companionably, knife-sharp. "Perhaps we should relocate our headquarters to Tevinter, get some distance between us and the good Duke. Familiarity breeds contempt, after all."
He switched into Orlesian for his next words, gaze flickering over the Warden-Constable, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation without looking like she was attempting to eavesdrop. She didn't speak Tevene. He wondered if she'd try to regurgitate her mangled approximation of what the two of them had been saying at Peter later, asking him to translate.
The Duke swallowed. Gabriel clapped him on the shoulder like they were equals.
"I'll be glad to show the good magister around," he said. "We'll even provide a complimentary lunch. No need to thank me, it's all my pleasure. Would you like me to find you a room to wait in while I host the grand tour?"
The Duke did not want a room. Gabriel shrugged and looked back at the magister, lapsing into Tevene once more as he began striding back out of the courtyard the way he'd came, expecting the other mage to follow him.
"So what brings you to Orlais? Business or pleasure?" LAIKA OF GS! |
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