The Horned Heroes Return

[quietblade]

WHO: Kas, Taashath + Open
WHAT: Kas and Taas return from their mission in Orlais after two months.
WHEN: Today and forward
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Kas and Taas will be under different top comments to avoid playercesting.

Seeing the bridge to Skyhold was such a huge relief that neither qunari had expected, and the accompanying group of scouts seemed just as eager to get back. Mounts were spurred a bit more, hurrying over the last stretch before they all stopped in the courtyard.

Taas slid off his horse and brushed back his brown hair from his face. It was a bit messy and not put up in the usual array of braids - and he had a need of a razor, of the beginning of a scruffy beard was anything to go by. He's wearing his usual leather and armor, although his chest is covered by a shirt for once.

He doesn't look worse for wear, aside from his nose being extra crooked. (He might need to get that fixed later.)

Giving the mount a pat on the neck, he leaves it with a stablehand and takes a look at the state of Skyhold. At least it was in once piece... and hopefully the tavern was as well.

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Kas isn't as graceful in his dismounting, but the teen does seem a little less horrible at riding than he used to be. Rubbing his butt a bit, he sighs and scratches his head slightly before looking around. The scout uniform is a little ripped in places and the bow he got from Metaari is missing, but he's unharmed and even seems to have gained a bit of weight. It makes him appear a little bit less like a scrawny child and rather the young man he really is, so it's a good look for him.

Maker bless Orlaisian tiny cakes and hard work.

There's even a little smile on his lips as he looks around, eager to see Korrin, friends and maybe even meet new people.

Comments

[issala]

Kas laughs at that, scooting a bit more so she had all the space she needed. He had been lucky enough to not need serious healer care so far, and he's glad he hasn't. Sitting around and waiting would make his skin crawl.

The teen flags down a barmaid and orders drinks, so he didn't have to get up again and risk tripping over the drunk guy. Then he looks at Araceli with a slightly concerned frown.

"I... I understand what you mean." It must have been terrible, to not be recognized, for Korrin. To not recognize, for Araceli. It makes his skin crawl.

When the bite is mentioned, he nods. "Yeah, It looks awesome, but it must have hurt."

[foxsays]

Try having the threat of an impending throttling with your own hair hanging over your head. A certain Rivaini Seer will make good on it, Araceli is sure, just as soon as Araceli is deemed entirely well. Likely to be quite public too for all the trouble she caused as the worst patient to land in their laps.

"We had to fight the Venatori along with their leader, the wolf who was one of us hurt so much by what had been done that she could no longer become herself and recognise friend from foe, some...I think a flesh golem? And vines. So many vines. Most of it is a blur in my head but I fought the wolf, she got me by the leg and threw me as if I weighed nothing." Which, in fairness, to a wolf the size Ruby had been then Araceli probably had weighed nothing.

[issala]

"There's a wolf on our side?" Hold on Araceli, let him digest this. "...and a flesh golem? Vines?" Kas is so confused and really intrigued at the same time, but he knows she was addled at the time and probably couldn't tell him details. "That sounds like a mess."

There's a small glance down at Araceli's leg, and he frowns for a moment. Thrown by a wolf? Ouch. "Is it gonna make a badass scar, at least?"

[foxsays]

"The flesh golem was Venatori magic to hurt us, the vines...I don't know what the vines were but they attacked us. And the wolf isn't always a wolf. She's a friend. She was hurting." There's a pause as Araceli remembers the dungeons, talking to Ruby like dragging a hook out of somewhere buried deeper than flesh. "Is still hurting."

Managing a smile, Araceli nods though she hasn't really seen it too much yet. "When it's caused so much trouble it must. Being shot with pistols leaves scars and they're much smaller than teeth, and they went deep. I would show you but the only time I don't have a poultice on it is when I'm bathing or they're changing an old one for a fresh one. The smell of the herbs would put you off your drink too." Her nose wrinkles at that because honestly, healing herbs smell utterly foul.