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WHO: Taashath + OPEN
WHAT: Catch-all for Wintermarch
WHEN: All through the month
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Come get giant qunari CR!

I. SKYHOLD

Most days were good days for the warrior. He laughed, he smiled and he spent his time among friends and peers. Training, teaching, working for something.

Other days were not as good, when memories came to him and he swore he could almost hear again; the low thunder of the aftermath of an explosion. Those days Taas withdrew from the rest of the soldiers and spent his time on the battlements, looking at the mountains. It reminded him of freedom, to see the high rise of the snowy peaks - yet there was the the drop from the wall and deep into the chasm that settled his stomach even more.

Nothing came without danger, did it?

"Meraad astaarit, meraad itwasit, aban aqun," he says softly. There was nothing to struggle against, even when all he could see were the faces of his antaam.

Taas keeps his back free, his weapon in the barracks and his thoughts stubbornly on the future, but he could probably use a distraction.

II. TAVERN

Some nights Taashath spent in the tavern, having a few drinks and talking to people. He does his best to not get too drunk, but sometimes it was nice to let go and be the guy who had to sleep it off on the floor.

...few people could move him once he was down, after all.

Other nights he enjoys less alcohol and more games, and he's still trying to master Wicked Grace. Diamondback is more his thing, as well as Dead Man's Tricks. It would be nice to get some Qunari games in the tavern, but he doubted any of them were easily found in the south.

Join him for drinking or games?

III. TRAINING RING

The swing of his dragon-tooth mace crushed the target dummy under him, and he makes sure to follow up the weight of the weapon by bracing himself with his legs. Swinging the thing was different from his usual axe, but the destruction was obvious. Standing back, he looks at the broken piece of straw and wood, rolling his shoulders a bit.

He still preferred the axe, but Korrin's present was damn amazing.

"So who wants to spar? I need to work on my speed, and I'm sure I'll be decent training for facing any Red Templar behemoths." Taas grins, leaning a bit on the mace and looking at the people gathered.

IV. SIGN LANGUAGE CLASS

Taashath's sign language class was still going, although it was mostly teaching non-verbal commands to the scouts. The people who came back for more were always welcome, and it was really a blessing for the deaf warrior to have more people around that were able to sign. It meant he didn't always have to guess half the words people said to him, and the most important conversations couldn't be misunderstood.

(...silent ways of flirting was another thing that he was asked a lot, so Taas has to try not to laugh any time he sees it used outside his 'classroom'.)

The door to the semi-broken tower that the soldiers used as a place to nap between shifts during the night was always open when Taas was teaching, and by now he had dragged some old benches and blankets there to make it a little more comfortable.

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He smiles at her, trying to gentle his stance a bit so she wouldn't be intimidated. Taas remembers her as one of the healers, but the bladeless hilt was new and he's curious. Knight-Enchanter, now?

"At least I'm better looking than a behemoth!" He says with a laugh, slowly swinging the mace down to his feet. "...and a better conversationalist." Winking at her, he moves a bit closer to take a look at her staff.

"Well, would you mind showing me a little how you fight? The only mage I train with regularly is Korrin, and she's quite different. I'd need to know how to work with others." Taas is still a little wary around other mages, but if he was going to be of any help in this mess he would have to learn.

She chuckles a little, a bit put at ease by his manner. Better to focus on him than the huge weapon that could smash bones, right?

"Of course. I certainly do not fight like the Venatori mages, but I have a Circle background while Korrin does not. That is bound to change things." She gestures to a nearby dummy -- one he hasn't pulverized yet. "Shall I show you on him?"

"Please do. You mages all have your own style, and it's good for me to learn." He goes to stand a bit away from the target, looking over at her. This way he could keep an eye on both her stance, her magic's effects and her lips.

"Have you fought together with a warrior before?" Taas asks as he nods for Christine to start. "Not just in the same group, but in tandem?"

Circle training was a mystery to him, but certainly the mages trained with the templars here?

She considers his question before shaking her head. "Not in tandem, no." Fighting alongside them was common, but both were doing their own thing, not taking on the enemy with a clear idea of how the other would support them.

But now she turns towards the dummy and considers how to start. Her staff is held at the ready, and she then twirls it in the air before slamming it down on the ground, electricity crackling through the air and striking the dummy. Then she draws her hilt and a long, translucent blade appears. She swings at the dummy, repositions herself, and then throws an ice spell at it before she relaxes her stance and looks to Taas.

The hair on the nape of his neck stands up a bit as she casts the lightning, and he has to remind himself that she really is on his side. Just like Korrin.

A deep breath, and Taas forces down any unease and instead watches the woman strike at the dummy. The blade is really interesting, especially the way she swings it.

Did it weigh anything? Or was it just the hilt?

"Looks good. Can you do all that with a barrier up?" He then asks, nodding at the mostly broken and frozen dummy again. "How is your accuracy? Can you freeze it while I'm close?"

"Yes, the barrier is formed from my actions," she confirms, before taking a look at the dummy. "I can. I do well with winter spells." They're her most used in battle.

Taas moves over to the dummy and raises his maul to rest it on the strawman's shoulder. "Can you cast an ice spell with me this close?" He continues, nodding to his close proximity.

In a real battle, he would be right here after all, ready to strike or even in the midst of doing so. That always worked well with Korrin, but again. Different people.

"Hmm, that is close," she muses, tapping a finger to her lips. "I can certainly be precise enough, but you would feel a blast of cold just from sheer proximity. The spell would not hurt you, however." Gesturing towards the dummy, she continues. "Do you wish for me to demonstrate?"

"By all means," he says, and while he sounds confident he's anything but. Again and again Taas has to remind himself that mages here got training - especially the circle ones.

If anyone had decent control, it would be them. Even more so a healer, right?

His voice certainly conveys confidence, and Christine has no reason to doubt it. So she steps back to a good distance and casts her cold spell at the dummy, freezing it solid. Taas will probably feel the sharp drop in temperature as well as a few snow flurries hitting his skin, but none of the freezing effects will strike him.

Taas grunts as the chill blankets him, and he uses the jittery feeling he gets from being close to magic to fuel his attack instead, snarling as he swings the mace in a powerful angle, shattering the whole dummy thanks to Christine's ice.

It's hard thing to hit, though, and his fingers ache afterwards. Taas leans his mace down and rubs his palms slightly. "That was different. Not bad, though."

Well, that was impressive. Christine is glad she chose a safe distance away to stand, as splintered wood goes flying from the strong blow of Taas's mace. But at the same time, it's also gratifying to she her spell contributing to such a hit. She herself doesn't use a shatter combination, and so this isn't something she gets to see in battle very often.

"Good. Hopefully others will see how magic can benefit their own skills in battle as you do."

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