Post by GABRIEL CAZAL on May 27, 2014 19:34:19 GMT
He's been abandoned for dead in a tribe of the Dalish. Grey Warden or not, Gabriel suspected half of them wouldn't bat an eye at slitting his throat, and the other half would just avert their eyes from the sight. The fact that he's a human has a nasty habit of overriding the whole Grey Warden prestige when it comes to elves.
Oh well. Even if he's been forsaken by his lovely compatriot, he's hardly a helpless newborn. Gabriel clenched and unclenched his fist and watched flames spurt from the tips of his fingers, dancing for a moment before they went out with a whoosh. He stretched out his hand; repeated the process.
There wasn't much else to do, when he was huddled in a corner by a tent and no one would give him the time of day. He considered setting fire to the leather flap nearest to him, but decided against it. That wouldn't be very lasting fun--just the thrill of a moment, and then he'd be kicked out. Gabriel wanted something more resilient in terms of entertainment.
He locked eyes with a skittish looking young man across the way from him. The elf gulped, but didn't look away and Gabriel slunk over to him with the air of a predator who had scented a wounded deer.
"Your Keeper is taking an awfully long time to negotiate with my fellow Grey Warden," he purred. "A man could get rather bored around here. He could get himself into trouble if he's not careful. You do have some other civilized people tucked about, don't you? Other mages, I mean. I'd love to hear about Dalish magic. The books all say it's a real throwback."
Oh well. Even if he's been forsaken by his lovely compatriot, he's hardly a helpless newborn. Gabriel clenched and unclenched his fist and watched flames spurt from the tips of his fingers, dancing for a moment before they went out with a whoosh. He stretched out his hand; repeated the process.
There wasn't much else to do, when he was huddled in a corner by a tent and no one would give him the time of day. He considered setting fire to the leather flap nearest to him, but decided against it. That wouldn't be very lasting fun--just the thrill of a moment, and then he'd be kicked out. Gabriel wanted something more resilient in terms of entertainment.
He locked eyes with a skittish looking young man across the way from him. The elf gulped, but didn't look away and Gabriel slunk over to him with the air of a predator who had scented a wounded deer.
"Your Keeper is taking an awfully long time to negotiate with my fellow Grey Warden," he purred. "A man could get rather bored around here. He could get himself into trouble if he's not careful. You do have some other civilized people tucked about, don't you? Other mages, I mean. I'd love to hear about Dalish magic. The books all say it's a real throwback."
LAIKA OF GS!